Idag somnade Elliott till Mendelssohns oktett för stråkar, op. 20, och dansade till Slapp Happys "Charlie 'n Charlie".

Charlie'n Charlie are twins.
You can never tell where Charlie ends & Charlie begins -
The search is on; Charlie looks for Charlie in vain, no game,
'cos Charlie'n Charlie are the same.
Collecting driftwood down by the shore,
Charlie thought he'd open a store...
Across the sands his first customer approaching on his hands, (tin cans) -
Charlie faced Charlie like a man.
I saw Charlie jump & holler
when Charlie dropped a dollar down his collar -
"You spoiled my neck! It'll never be the same again - (no blame) -
'cos your neck & my neck are the same."

(Peter Blegvad: Amateur. Bloggen behöver uppdateras. Någon gång ska jag skriva honom och fråga vad "Blue-Eyed William" handlar om, och "War" medvetet lånat rytm & idéer från Yeats "Under Ben Bulben":

You that
Mitchel's prayer have heard,
'Send war in our time, O Lord!'
Know that when all words are said
And a man is fighting mad,
Something drops from eyes long blind,
He completes his partial mind,
For an instand stands at ease,
Laughs aloud, his heart at peace.
Even the wisest man geows tense
With some sort of violence
Before he can accomplish fate,
Know his work or choose his mate.

)