I had a dream... that I would find treasure at Avebury.
We were certain what life was about...and it had something to do with putting things in and taking things out of things
Hi my name’s Dora and I can see through my own eyelids.
I met some witches in a dried-up riverbed somewhere within Avebury stone circle
perhaps my blue is your green
jumping dramatically into the ditch...then climbing back out and laughing until our sides hurt
The wind has power...she is a mischievous spirit and a magnificent force of destruction.
I always imagined shepherds to be sweet lovely young lads who sat chewing grass and playing on sweet mountain flutes
Modern culture seems to have taken fairies...and made them so ubiquitous and covered in glitter and sequins.. that any real fairies would have taken serious offence.
I refuse to drown, I have a whole load more songs to write