I danced on a Friday when the sky turned black
It's very hard to dance with the Devil on your back
When I were a lad, in school assembly we sometimes sang Sydney Carter's Lord of the Dance, stopping always at the 3rd verse. The remainder of the song was a well-kept secret; I only ever heard it sang once in full, and the dark imagery of the 4th verse made an impression on my 9-year old mind.
Friday, 21 September 2007
Friday
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don't you remember in that snow storm in Jan 2004, you gallantly offered to carry me if i collapsed, though it was more likely that you'd be the one to collapse.
I do indeed; I saw your post on it a few days back. An apt reminiscence, given you're the nearest I have to a shoulder devil...
I don't remember correcting the drug dealers on the change, but my memory's a little hazy. I do distinctly remember they offered me drugs at one point, tho.
Perhaps there's a good reason why you don't remember anything after the offer of drugs - because you said yes and got stoned out of your gourd. You were found dancing naked in the snow, whooping to Odin without shame.
But you are Odin so it's all right.
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