The Love Song of Robert Pruplant

I combined Stairway to Heaven and T. S. Eliot's The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock.

Let us go then, you and I,
To meet that lady who would buy,
Spread against the evening sky,
A fine stairway to heaven.

When she gets there she knows,
If the restaurants are all closed,
With but a single word she can,
Still get oyster shells in one night cheap hotels.

2004 07 22 - 00:19