The Hill (Ann Arbor, Fall, 1966)

When you are safely locked up for the night
A tribe of young men runs along the lamp lit streets
To see your window pane and call to you
And say, "O, please, defenestrate some treats!"
After libations, we pray for rains of silk,
For tinted softness falling from a darkened sill.
There will be perfume in the air tonight
And the sound of eager voices crying,
"The Hill!! The Hill!! To the Hill!!
To the Hill!!"

Enchanted like mystics, we panted like dogs
But we turned around and left without the prize we sought,
A gift of closeness and a sign of life,
A precious thing like love that can't be bought,
So I could imagine, in my classic dream,
As I would awaken gazing at a frill
Or a warm suffusion with a soft bouquet
That I'd hear you whisper, o, so sweetly,
"I will!! I will!! Yes, I will!!
Yes, I will!!"

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A recording of "The Hill (Ann Arbor, Fall, 1966)" is on the CD "Twisted Pear" by Cudie Taa. The CD and the individual songs on it may be previewed and/or purchased from many commercial music sites, including the following:

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Cudie Taa is currently hard at work on a new CD but has no idea at all when it will be ready for release. Meanwhile, fans can check out the following:

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Cudie Taa's Poetry, Lyrics and Fiction index page.

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