down along that night river
just a wee drink to forget
boots wet at the bank
with these soles worn thin
maybe, baby, i'm never
gonna find my way back
from this bramble gate
cos two coins, i have, and
some lives like mine are
bought on the cheap
cats laughing in lead*
as they swap laps, boiling
from red vinyl seats
in a wrinkled mirror—
searing way down
already, i am ready
to burn october, and
maybe, baby, i don't
want to find my way
back to the place
where i come from
* the Pb type; ask Robert Plant about it if confused
8 responses to “bramble gate”
Very lyrical, and quite Bluesy. Very Plant. Never bumped into him – not sure whether he still lives around here – but my wife has a couple of times. And our son once shared a stage with Plant’s .
Funny. I wasn’t trying to channel him, but now that you mention it, I can see it.
I just recalled their reasoning behind spelling it Led, because Americans would always mispronounce it otherwise. 🤣
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Love the ending. After all this hot, humid temps, October is sounds something wonderful.
We had an all-too-short spell of late September weather. That hot crap is returning starting tomorrow evening. sigh
I maybe need to move further north. I’m not built for this.
In general Canada is sounding pretty good right now.
This absolutely should be a song. Soooo good!
I’ll have to consider it, or a variation of it. Parts of it may work using my new instrument. I have to get better before I tackle that, however.