Twig Boy as usual, was careless and young.
And thusly he laid down to bathe in the sun
without any sunscreen to cover his legs
which soon were so hot, they smelled like bacon and eggs!
But Twig Boy didn’t notice as he dreamt of distant shores
a little twig shouldn’t be so thoughtless – life is tough outdoors!
Then, suddenly he found himself rising in a flash
Only to crumble, as his feet had turned to ash!
He wanted friendship to flow through his heart
but all he got was anguish,
’cause everyone he knew would tear him apart
and sometimes those parts would vanish.
Wind Girl was blowing as fast as she could
hoping to find a new friend
Through all nooks and crannies of her neighbourhood
she searched, seemingly without end
Soon she just had to start to pretend
so she lifted a leaf from the ground
then they danced for a while as the leaf did ascend
and a new friend was finally found.
Pole Boy just stood there as people passed by
he tried to approach them, but was kind of shy
then one cool evening he muttered “I’m so cold”
to a lady who answered “I’d love to help you – but I’m too old”
But Pole Boy had an idea and asked her, though her voice just gave him chills
“Aren’t you old people supposed to have some crazy knitting-skills?”
The lady lit up and disappeared so fast you might have thought she was in flight
and soon she returned with some freshly knit clothes, to warm him that cold cold night.
In a sudden changing of season
fear struck the boy made of snow,
as his eyes which used to shine like a beacon
were loosened, and fell down below.
Though his heart was set on surviving
this spring, even summer and fall
He soon had to give up his fighting
and bid farewell to us all.
It has come to our attention that there suddenly is a new video, this time to the song Sleep. It features the color purple and some other stuff!
Oh! And there’s a Facebook page at http://www.facebook.com/TheJuniperFactory and we’d like you to like us! (But that, of course, is optional.)
So, our music was made public – and some people liked it!
Not having been reviewed, well, ever before – we were quite anxious to see what the response would be, and rather overwhelmed when it was so nice.
If there was such a thing as rental CDs we already could cram the cover with such quotes as “Lyrical Genius“, ”Seriously talented“, “In the age of Dylan and Joan Baez, they would be at the top with the fore mentioned“, “The music is soothing, soaring, thoughtful, and original“, and of course, my personal favorite; “At times it sounds like Radiohead unplugged and not trying to be pretentious“.
But there is no such thing. Unfortunately.
Not unlike how rumours nowadays catch on an build their own realities, similar things have occured throughout history. Though “chinese whispers” still hadn’t reeked the benefits of internet, they had the good fortune of not being hindered by fact checking or the wikipedia foundation.
However.
It was long said, (some sources, such as the swedish periodical “Svenska Familj-Journalen” even published an article on it as late as in 1879, including drawings) that in a land far far away from the hustle and bustle of medieval Europe (well, in Tartary, central Asia) there was a lamb. “A lamb?”, you might think. “What’s so special about a lamb?” “There’s furries everywhere?!” “Why am I reading this nonsense?”
Well. Let me just tell you, that it wasn’t just any lamb. Ney, the Vegetable Lamb of Tartary, or Scythian lamb, if you will, was very special – very magical indeed. In fact it was just as much plant as it was creature. Or, to be more specific, it was a plant, believed to grow sheep as its fruit. Connected to its roots by the umbilical stem it wandered about the surroundings in a tight circle, feeding on whatever was in reach. Until, finally, unavoidably, the land around the plant was looted clear, and the sheep then, sadly, died.
This plantsheep has probably never existed, and it’s a generally accepted fact amongst the cunning researchers in related and relevant fields that the story was inspired by the existance of a rather woolly fern (called Cibotium barometz) in Southeast asia. Though one cannot help but wonder; if this creature never was – what inspired Dr. De la Croix to write the following in his work Connubia Florum, Latino Carmine Demonstrata back in 1791?
“For in his path he sees a monstrous birth
The Borametz* arises from the earth
Upon a stalk is fixed a living brute,
A rooted plant bears quadruped for fruit,
…It is an animal that sleeps by day
And wakes at night, though rooted in the ground,
To feed on grass within its reach around.”
And now, this being May 1, I urge you to think of the lamb, and it’s situation, and compare it to that of us, modern humans.
*Borametz is yet another name for our curly friend.
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