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PERSONAL RECORDINGS | songwriting – recording – producing |
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| Rupert Brooke: A Channel Passage
The damned ship lurched and slithered. Quiet and quick My cold gorge rose; the long sea rolled; I knew I must think hard of something, or be sick; And I could think hard only of one thing -- you! You, you alone could hold my fancy ever! And with you memories come, sharp pain, and dole. Now there's a choice -- heartache or tortured liver! A sea-sick body, or a you-sick soul!
Do I forget you? Retchings twist and tie me, Old meat, good meals, brown gobbets up I throw. Do I remember? Acrid and slimy, The sobs and slobber of a last year's woe. And still the sick ship rolls. 'Tis hard, I tell ye, To choose 'twixt heart and nausea, heart and belly.
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