Friday, 21 June 2013

Better than Stonehenge - Summer Solstice Sunrise

A gray, miserable dawn. A huddle of Beaker Folk face east through the rain.

The Little Pebbles (in unison): Are we nearly there yet? Are we nearly there yet?

Archdruid Eileen: Behold the wonder of the Solstice Dawn!

Young Keith: It's too early and it's pouring down.

Archdruid: It's better than Stonehenge, though.

Young Keith: In what way?

Archdruid: If we were at Stonehenge, we'd have driven 120 miles, we'd be surrounded by hippies, and it would still be pouring down.

All: Here comes the sun, here comes the sun, and I said it's all right....

Martston mucks up the tricky bit on the guitar

The Piper at the gates of dawn turns up, late as usual. Unusually for the decayed folk-memory of a nature god, he carries an umbrella.

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