Song parody of
A Poem for Tala (Live from Rockwood Music Hall)
by Uncle Tim's Bench
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Me and Lady Harbor let the tide slip away
Revealing her hands entwined in my hands - intertwined in her
Safe and sound and sweet and soft beneath the whip of my flags three
Hello Carolopolis, Carolina, My Country 'Tis of Thee
Quiet under cover of another deep blue night
Three thick threads in the sateen sky dimming the gibbous light
Five tap-dancing fingers piano-ing your spine
Up and down and down and up again, a silly rhythm in our mind
Your baby's breath breeze billows my sojourner's breast
Your baby's breath breathing good tidings who beckon me to a place called home
Your baby's breath healing my sin-sick soul
At last, at once, for all
You are a palmetto pom-pomming the sky
Tip toes hardly anchored in the wharf
Nestled somewhere halfway up this South Atlantic Coast
Brackish muddy water never felt so warm
These toes of mine so tickled by the prickles of the fingers
Of a tidepool who decided to stay to play
After the sheets o'er me and my Lady Harbor
Up, done slipped and slid away
The tidepool ripples in our too-tiny bed
The surface sparkles ever-silver
And I shall sing now to to thee
My beloved Lady Harbor intertwined in me
Me and Lady Harbor let the tide slip away
Revealing her hands entwined in my hands - intertwined in her
Safe and sound and sweet and soft beneath the whip of my flags three
Hello Carolopolis, Carolina, My Country 'Tis of Thee
Quiet under cover of another deep blue night
Three thick threads in the sateen sky dimming the gibbous light
Five tap-dancing fingers piano-ing your spine
Up and down and down and up again, a silly rhythm in our mind
Your baby's breath breeze billows my sojourner's breast
Your baby's breath breathing good tidings who beckon me to a place called home
Your baby's breath healing my sin-sick soul
At last, at once, for all
You are a palmetto pom-pomming the sky
Tip toes hardly anchored in the wharf
Nestled somewhere halfway up this South Atlantic Coast
Brackish muddy water never felt so warm
These toes of mine so tickled by the prickles of the fingers
Of a tidepool who decided to stay to play
After the sheets o'er me and my Lady Harbor
Up, done slipped and slid away
The tidepool ripples in our too-tiny bed
The surface sparkles ever-silver
And I shall sing now to to thee
My beloved Lady Harbor intertwined in me
