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Little Ride

from Tigerbomb * Crickets by Doc Pickles

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Little Ride

I run the fable sitting at the table
Dressed in your grandmumma’s clothes,
Kerchief on a wolf,
Though some may know more,
Hunger is all I know.

I turn the table you bolt from the stable
Quaking like the Earth,
Where giants go,
They stamp and pound feet,
You and you flee.

Was it something that I said?
Smouldering eyes on head?

Love smitten, story’s getting written,
Fairy hand to quill and ink,
Shouldn’t even dare to think,
The thought comes through the bed,
No good for you, Red.

I run the fable sitting at the table
Dressed in your grandmumma’s clothes,
Kerchief on a wolf,
Though some may know more,
Hunger is all I know.

Was it something wrong I did?
Hide a pupil with a lid.

Deep in the forest I can hear a chorus
Echoing like church bells
Sung in glades and dells,
The woodcut smells
Sap from felled trees.

Why’d you go and dress red?
Embers of the words said.

Glows in the sky like the forest’s on fire,
Quickening feet and flattening tire,
Woodcutter’s axe and an answer to the choir,
That ain’t no grandma it’s a wolf who enquirers.
You say I got big eyes, you say I’ve got big fangs,
You say my claws are wrong, the universe conspires,
But what’s behind the eyes? Turn and run,
Turn and run, run, run,
There’s two big eyes for you to see,
And all you’ve got’s your feet, so fly, so ride,
so ride, ride, ride, ride, so ride.

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from Tigerbomb * Crickets, released February 21, 2022

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Tigerbomb are Emmet Rogan and Hugh Allen with Doc Pickles. From Toronto. Yeah.,

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