lyrics

I saw ovid consume the ragged oak
his soul shined in purple green medallion
a man turned to a viking living on churled oats
riding a stallion unto the town in his abandon

then in a wave i found my love wordsworth
amidst the twitter of the birds within my cupboard
threshing and whistling the jugs and cups
i took a little wander from the gate

catching rolling thunder that frustrates
sustains and suffocates the darkness
that creates the colours in spensers
wondrous gusts of wind,such as poetic lsd

can make one discover where the soul
on the lonely road is