Thursday, December 17, 2009

The hills are alive

Last night I dreamt that Steve Buscemi had taken the Julie Andrews role in The Sound of Music. Fortunately he had a rich baritone voice, so even though he looked incongruous he pulled it off. Then this morning, in the opaque rise into wakefulness, the following verse came to me, fully-formed:

The hills are alive but the mountains are dead,
The oceans are Tory, the rivers are Red,
The forests eat cake but the trees all eat bread,
Here comes a chopper to chop off your head.

I'm not sure what this means - perhaps you can interpret - but I don't think it is related to the fact that I will be off-blog for a couple of days.

We're taking Charlotte on a tour of the northern relatives. She'll be signing bibs and spreading Christmas cheer and milky sick where'er she goes. Back Tuesday or possibly Monday.


Nige said...

Sounds like a case of paternal brain scramble to me. Have a good break Brit - la belle Charlotte will surely be a big hit oop north.

dogimo said...

God, don't you wish you could watch other peoples' dream-movies sometimes? It's like, there's an infinite panoply of parallel-world cinema playing simultaneously in a million minds, and our art is collectively that much poorer for not being able to access any of it but our individual own.

Albeit, I'm sure most of mine would flop in theaters. Maybe we're better off.

Brit said...

I think we probably are better off, Dogimo. Otherwise we'd be plagued by endless Terry Gilliam-style borefests.