Monday, December 27, 2010

The Hazards of Love

"My true love went riding out in white and green and grey
Past the pale of Offa's Wall where she was wont to stray
And there she came upon a white and wounded fawn

Singing oh, the hazards of love

She being full of charity, a credit to her sex
Sought to right the fawn's hind legs
When here her plans were vexed

The Taiga shifted strange
The beast began to change
Singing oh, the hazards of love
Singing oh, the hazards of love
You'll learn soon enough
The prettiest whistles won't wrestle the thistles undone
Undone"
The Decemberists, Hazards of Love Album

I wanted this piece to feel more like a storybook. Maybe i should make more things like this =)

3 comments:

  1. Simply beautiful. This captures what I see whenever I listen to the album.

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