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Sweet Perfume

from The Guardian by Matt Kaye

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Nothing is stronger than additional layers
Of horn-rimmed glasses that can't sleep at night
Baskerville dogs have been put out, don't worry
They shouldn't wake up, but the old landlord might
Better forget what's in it for him and
Better forget what it all means at all
Long years have passed since we've walked down that hall, dear
Since all these old men were on our beck-and-call

We've burnt down the walls and made us some paper
We've written some stuff for King Lear to read
He's better, you know, his obsession with horses
Has burnt to cinders in our time of need
Better forget what's in it for him and
Better forget what it all means at all
Long years have passed since we've walked down that hall, dear
Since all these old men were on our beck-and-call

Blessings to those who can ride without armor
Blessings to those who can only assume
Summon Grenouille, let him bow down before us
And tell us the essence of his sweet perfume
Better forget what's in it for him and
Better forget what it all means at all
Long years have passed since we've walked down that hall, dear
Since all these old men were on our beck-and-call

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from The Guardian, released August 1, 2019

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Matt Kaye Ljubljana, Slovenia

Born in 1975 in Maribor, Slovenia (EU). He holds a master’s degree in comparative literature. He published his first book in 1988 and started combining poetry and music into a singer-songwriter routine in 1992. He's a member of SLO National Writers’ Association, National Literary Translators Association, PEN and MIRA. ... more

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