Thomas Burns: “Salut, demeure chaste et pure””
I wrote a song once ….. well, part of one …
… in high school …. well, maybe in college …
It was a country western song …. well, kind of a country western song …
… Anyway, here it is ….
I cried when you tried / To put arsenic in my tea.
You thought it’d be / The death of me.
So I pizened yer soup / And you, just like a stupe,
Drank it up / With such glee…
There were more verses, equally well crafted, but with time, they have fled my memory.
No one ever recorded it.
Is this what happened to Coleridge,when he was writing ‘Kublai Khan’ and that wretched man from Porlock knocked on his door and kept him occupied until his Further Great Words hadvanished from his mind?
ADDITIONAL LISTENING
Guckenheimer Sauerkraut Band: “Stars and Stripes Forever” (1957)
MUSIC & ME 