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In the Black Swan, Tim is top drawer
But the jackpot he fails to score
He gets the locals’ derision
When he makes the decision
To try the window in lieu of the door
At breakfast we laugh like hyenas
As we ponder old Lindisfarena
A band of like name
Once came to fame
In the age of the Morris Marina
Eleanor was married to Gloucester
A plot ‘gainst the King she did foster
To fulfil this notion
She procured a potion
Divorce, shame and prison it cost her
Roderick Usher was mad in the head
His sister roamed silent with dread
Connected through song
With Eleanor long gone
To the land of the dancing dead
Our race ‘cross the causeway’s a dream
To see a gothic renovation scheme
A Lutyens abstraction
Now an NT attraction
Where Holy Island worships ice cream
The Barn at Beal has no staff
So we head for the roadside caff
With the tide coming in
The drivers can’t win
And the length of the queue makes me laugh
The stretch to Berwick’s through dunes
And we’re pedalling along like goons
Eyes fixed to the ground
Too scared to look around
With my head full of Lindisfarne tunes.
“Banshee playing magician sitting lotus on the floor
Belly dancing beauty with a power driven saw
Had my share of nightmares, didn't think there could be much more
Then in walked Rodrick Usher with the Lady Eleanor
She tied my eyes with ribbon of a silken ghostly thread
I gazed with troubled vision on an old four poster bed
Where Eleanor had risen to kiss the neck below my head
And bid me come along with her to the land of the dancing dead…”
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