We are the music makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams;— World-losers and world-forsakers, On whom the pale moon gleams: Yet we are the movers and shakers Of the world for ever, it seems.
Any oompas? Makes me reach for the film again. Maybe a cheeky bank holiday screening....
There's no earthly way of knowing Which direction they are going! There's no knowing where they're rowing, Or which way they river's flowing! Not a speck of light is showing, So the danger must be growing, For the rowers keep on rowing, And they're certainly not showing Any signs that they are slowing...
We* are the music makers... and *we* are the dreamers of dreams
ReplyDeleteWe are the music makers,
ReplyDeleteAnd we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;—
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.
Fine words, Prycer.
ReplyDeleteAny oompas? Makes me reach for the film again. Maybe a cheeky bank holiday screening....
ReplyDeleteThere's no earthly way of knowing
Which direction they are going!
There's no knowing where they're rowing,
Or which way they river's flowing!
Not a speck of light is showing,
So the danger must be growing,
For the rowers keep on rowing,
And they're certainly not showing
Any signs that they are slowing...
No Oompa loompas, saw a worker or two but they were definitely not petite - been dipping their fingers in the mixture a little bit too much I think.
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