Showing posts with label getting in rhym water. Show all posts
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Tuesday, March 23, 2010

S.B.T. 244

turn around



your daughter or son is a brain child

pinkdimple daring and soft wild

a giggling grotto in a shadowy skull

rocking the cradle and sleeping past null


and where are you going

my little one little one

where are you going

my baby my own


you notice the drapery folds at the start

some candle drifts through when they're drawn apart

those lights draw pearl trumpets on your jingly mo beel

he stretches his fingers and feels the wheel


look someone wrote on this mound of clay

sculpted a mould tata work ohoh play

she swings, pointing toes toward the sky

and singing a rock rock-a-bye


baby on the tree top

when the wind blows


the cradle will rock


a bye


a bye


a bye




here is a kodak commercial from the 60's which was selling photography, not that it
needed to be 'sold', but it uses music and images to achieve the attention/emotion and
then whollops the experience with the ad at the end. a very brilliant concept for selling.
but kind of pushy over the top.
next post coming up "why do i care about advertisements' (maybe)