The Fiddler's Green by The Little Sippers

Written by Ronald Allen Bell~

Poetry from the book, Scattered Endz~

 

Lyrics:

We smiled at the same time. It was to the same song. I was in a new city, felt that I did not belong. I gazed upon the others there, as to mimic, to fit in, in that moment, I had lost her stare, She sought after rarer men.

Now alone, still at the show, one which should see me elated, sees me slip and slide with my beer in hand all wet and humiliated. But it woke me up and reminded me, that fitting in is not the style I bring, I jumped right up, had a puff of green, took it right from the man standing next, and he, let out a forebode, tenacious scream! said, "It's steep here friend but the sound is clean." Yes, I said, I must agree, and we laughed, then the girl came back and she, brought a glow and a beer, kissed me on the cheek. From below I could hear Mr. Kiedis scream.

Then the Peppers popped some rock, and it was time to let our bodies talk. She took off her top, and asked, is that all that you've got? I removed my shirt and said, now angel I think not. Just watch me- Drop the damn robot, it not the same you've been taught, if they know I've shown you I'll get shot!

Little miss Mile High, Green Puffin' Smile Child. Caught in a dream, as the Peppers played, it was soul to squeeze, to which they'd serenade and-

Chorus: Venice Queen was dropped, and we, locked eyes and then got lost, indeed, we saw each other's vibe, and freed, the other's child inside, as we, collide here at the Fiddler's Green.