"Hail to thee blithe spirit
Bird thou never wert
That from heaven or near it
Pourest thy full heart
In profuse strains of unpremeditated art"
Blah blah blah whatever...
What Shelley forgot to say was that when a skylark's sat there in the sky singing its little heart out, it sounds uncannily similar to the sound of a fruit machine paying out.
Percy, pass the laudanum...
Bysshe, Basshe, Bosshe...
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Do you think their song is exactly the same as when Shelley wrote about them? I'm wondering if they will have picked up modern sounds and re-interpreted them.
ReplyDeleteOnce a bloke cycled past me whistling that classical music piece I know as "hallo mother, hallo father, here we are in camp granada", and a few seconds later a bird whistled it straight back at him...