Aria of The Bard (Never Been To Belgium Suite)

Listen to Aria of The Bard by Richard Charles Stevens (Never Been To Belgium Suite)

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Never been to Tokyo
Caught waves in San Antonio
Came first in a rodeo
Reposed in advanced yoga pose
Know not how the slogan goes
But know a little spoken prose
Blame it on my swollen nodes
In name to which this poem owes
.
Unacclaimed
Or so it goes
(Blame it on my swollen nodes)
Heart unchained yet broken bones
(In name to which this poem owes)
Skin inflamed
Thick smoke arose
(Blame it on my swollen nodes)
From arteries in open flow
(Blame it on my swollen nodes)
Know the way to go
Though there’s a way to go
To go that way
(Blame it on my swollen nodes
In name to which this poem owes)
Reasons left to hold at bay
The seasons yet to go the way of global change
(Blame it on my swollen nodes)
.
Stretching as I drench myself in frozen rain
While headed through unknown terrain alone to grope at hope estranged
At the dentist pensive as to whether to invest in any Novocaine
(Blame it on my swollen nodes)
Just to numb the brain a little
Put skids on the train a little
Either that or fool’s committal
Banking on a full acquittal
Playing second fiddle
To the riddle of the ages
With little left forsworn than horde of torn out journal pages
.
Never been to Tokyo
(Blame it on my swollen nodes)
Caught waves in San Antonio
(Blame it on my swollen nodes)
Came first in a rodeo
(Blame it on my swollen nodes)
Reposed in advanced yoga pose
Know not how the slogan goes
But know a little spoken prose
Blame it on my swollen nodes
In name to which this poem owes
.
Never been to Tuscany
It seemed like too much fuss to me
While lovely I’m sure
Not sure I’d care much for the bus journey
Rusty on the trigger
Never really into musketry
Besides the world would be some way more kind
If it were up to me
Blame it on my swollen nodes
In name to which this poem owes
.
Blame it on my swollen nodes
(Blame it on my swollen nodes)
In name to which this poem owes
(Blame it on my swollen nodes)
And here I shall remain in grace
(Blame it on my swollen nodes)
And humble as a bumble bee
(In name to which this poem owes)
.
Mankind tries to trouble me
But I’m safe in my bubble see
Actually I’m more the way inclined to trusting company
Raising fist triumphantly
To make a swift recovery
From every stinging vision of the unforgiven other me
The one whose wishes smothered me
Too vicious to encourage me
To live within my own portrait
And stake claim on my greatest rediscovery
.
(Blame it on my swollen nodes
In name to which this poem owes)
.
Stubbornness was never me
Single minded
Questionably
Only to the best of me
And to the final breath of me
Funny thing is destiny
Ever dreamt suggestively
Ventured keen
An endless scene
When seen and kept attentively
With matters ever pressing
It’s depressing feeling dead and beat
(Blame it on my swollen nodes
In name to which this poem owes)
Which is precisely why I stress no great confessed desire to dress defeat
.
Blame it on the broken bones
The heart unchained to which this poem owes
For here I shall remain
Through every pleasure
Every pain
In the name of treasure buried in my keep
.
Never been to Tokyo
Caught waves in San Antonio
Came first in a rodeo
Reposed in advanced yoga pose
Know not how the slogan goes
But know a little spoken prose
Blame it on my swollen nodes
In name to which this poem owes
.