All the names I know from nurse:
Gardener`s garters, Shepherd`s purse,
Bachelor`s buttons, Lady`s smock,
And the Lady Hollyhock.
Fairy places, fairy things,
Fairy woods where the wild bee wings,
Tiny trees for tiny dames –
This must all be fairy names!
Tiny woods below whose boughs
Shady fairies weave a house;
Tiny tree-tops, rose or thyme,
Where the braver fairies climb!
Fair are grown-up people`s trees,
But the fairest woods are these;
Where, if I were not so tall,
I should live for good and all.
And all about was mine, I said,
The little sparrows overhead,
This was the world and I was king;
For me the bees came by to sing.
I called the little pool a sea;
The little hills were big to me;
I made a boat, I made a town,
I searched the caverns up and down,
And named them one and all.
I played there were no deeper seas,
Nor any wider plains than these,
Nor other kings than me.
Picture-books in Winter (picture story-books)
Summer fading, winter comes –
Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs,
Window robins, winter rooks,
And the picture story-books.
Sheep and shepherds, trees and crooks,
In the picture story-books.
Water now is turned to stone
Nurse and I can walk upon;
Still we find the flowing brooks
In the picture story-books.
And the flying fairies` looks, In the picture story-books.
How am I to sing your praise,
Happy chimney-corner days,
Sitting safe in nursery nooks,
Reading picture story-books?
Sheep and shepherds, trees and crooks,
In the picture story-books.
And the flying fairies` looks, In the picture story-books.
When all the playthings come alive!
Up into the cheery tree.
Who should climb but little me?
I held the trunk with both my hands
And looked abroad in foreign lands.
I saw the next door garden lie,
Adorned with flowers, before my eye,
And many pleasant places more
That I had never seen before.
I saw the dimpling river pass
And be the sky`s blue looking-glass;
The dusty roads go up and down
With people tramping in to town.
If I could find a higher tree
Farther and farther I should see,
To where the grown-up river slips
Into the sea among the ships,
(To where the road on either hand
Lead onward into fairy land,
Where all the children dine at five,)
And all the playthings come alive!
Antony Kalugin - composer, producer, musician, designer
born 11 Feb 1981. Ukraine/ Kharkiv
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Let there be more Light!
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This album took a little while to grow on me but by the time I saw it live I was in love with its humongous, over-egged pomposity! They do it all with such passion, excitement and amazing musicianship.
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This might be the least folky of the Wobbler releases and I wasn't sure about it at all.
After a few listens however I'm loving the inventiveness and the endless melodies, all driven along by Kristian Hultgren's wonderful percussive bass. PartTimeZombie
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In the wake of buying the Welcome To The Planet I also went for this older "EP" (clocking in on 70 minutes a rather big big EP...) as a final farewell to a very bright bright star that sadly doesn't shine anymore. Carsten Pieper