(Inspired and dedicated to one of my musical heroes, Bob
Dylan, who this week learned how to play the bagpipes at age 70. True story, well, at least as true as that
old trickster Bob ever gets).
Verse One
Climbing up that old volcano
Hot and steamy
And we both a-know
Our hair is gettin too frizzy
To continue on this path
I’m starting to get dizzy
Chorus
So we climbed up
Halfway to be exact
And I look H square in the eye
And said
This year’s been a little rough
And this trail’s a bit too tough
Can we turn around, babe?
And drink some coconuts?
Verse Two
Spiders as big
As my torso
Sentinels in banana twigs
Smalls Birds trapped in the web
Wrapped up like wontons (Editor’s note: I was clearly hungry
at this point)
Probably thinking I’d make a good meal for a month
Chorus
So we climbed up
Halfway to be exact
And I look H square in the eye
And said
This year, its been a little rough
And this trail’s a bit too tough
Can we turn around, babe?
And drink some coconuts?
Verse Three
She bows her head
Can’t look me in the eye
She could keep going
Climbing on up to the sky
But, she nods and says
Let’s go make a g and t
Chorus
So we climbed up
Halfway to be exact
And I look H square in the eye
And said
This year, its been a little rough
And this trail’s a bit too tough
My legs are a shakin and you’ve had too much a-quaking (this
year)
Let’s go and hammock, my H
And drink some coconuts?
Some experiences can only be told in verse, as above. So yeah, I’m ashamed to say I couldn’t quite
summit the volcano. BUT H was a good
sport about it, as she is about everything.
And I got to write a song.
So every one wins.
Next time, questions will be answered: Did H leave okay? What happened to the face peeing incident? All will be revealed in the final chapter (without bad song writing) of The Visitor...
