- Pleasure
- By
Billy Scudder
-
- Once
upon a time, in the midst of social chaos, there was born
a moment of Pleasure. It sprang from the hearts of a
generation called Love. It leapt, danced and sang all the
songs of Spring that had lain dormant for hundreds of
years. Like the Phoenix resurrected from its own ashes
the Pleasure spread itself over the land and filled the
air with sweet music. The Mother's face watched over all
from atop the highest hill. While the Father paraded his
radiant smile from morning till night. In the evening
when darkness filled the sky there appeared overhead the
dancing of stars, and the Lady Diana protected one and
all:
-
- This
pleasure appeared only when winter did
wane
- Then
all would make ready, to Chipping they came
- Their
trades and their crafts and their laughter they'd ferry
- Here
under the Oaks all would make merry.
-
- And
when we remember all that's gone by
- We
stop to surrender to each lullaby
- Some
left for distances unknown and untried
- And
some souls, we sowed, on these hills to
abide.
- So,
while we dreamed, this song of time flew
- To
all of infinity and back again, new.
-
- And
through all this time we protected this Pleasure
- Thumbing
our noses at those who came closest
- To
ending our home, and taking our
treasurer.
-
- But
sadly, a feeling so deadly came creeping
- It
wooed and seduced us to sleep by its side.
- It
fooled us and told us this sorrow was fleeting
- But
Pleasure knew better and saw that it lied.
-
- And
so, to sleep in this pleasure went
- While
no one knew or attended it
- They
only knew an emptiness
- They
filled with outside brews
- The
dance and song and trade they made
- Were
paid with heavy dues.
- Everyone
accused each other for things they knew not
of
- And
while they sat in disarray this Pleasure cried above.
- "Do
not forsake what brought us ' round
- Or
let it fall from off this ground. "
-
- So
we ask of everyone, a plea
- Break
open your hearts your feelings set free.
- Don't
harbor your sadness its up to us all
- Gather
your strength and answer this call.
- Don't
stand in the background and cry out in fear
- Where
is our village that proudly stood here?
- Where
is the laughter that danced through our tears
- Where
are the Oaks that have grown here for years.
-
- If
it's sorrow you feel that I've laid all around
- Then
know how you'll feel if this pleasure falls down.
- They'll
hack it, and drag it and blow it around
- They'll
bash it and mash it, 'til Nothing is
found.
-
- Except
in the Hearts, of all the good folks
- Who
came here to "Chipping, Under The Oaks ."
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