This is one of the first tracks i bought when i started to play house. 5 years later still being on of my favourites. U can put this whenever u want, it going to make people dance always
Poem 289 from Emily Dickenson. Some have titled it "I Know Some Lonely Houses Off The Road". This poem depicts two robbers robbing an old couple sleeping in their small house. I do love how Tim was able to incorporate something so old with something new. Nice remix Here is the actual poem in all its glory. I know some lonely Houses off the Road A Robber'd like the look of- Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low, Inviting to- A Portico, Where two could creep- One-hand the Tools- The other peep- To make sure All's Asleep- Old fashioned eyes- Not easy to surprise! How orderly the Kitchen'd look, by night, With just a Clock- But they could gag the Tick- And Mice won't bark- And so the Walls-don't tell- None-will- A pair of Spectacles ajar just stir- An Almanac's aware- Was it the Mat-winked, Or a Nervous Star? The Moon-slides down the stair, To see who's there! There's plunder-where- Tankard, or Spoon- Earring-or Stone- A Watch-Some Ancient Brooch To match the Grandmama- Staid sleeping-there- Day-ratt les-too Stealth's-slow- T he Sun has got as far As the third Sycamore- Screams Chanticleer "Who's there"? And Echoes-Trains away, Sneer-"Where"! While the old Couple, just astir, Fancy the Sunrise-left the door ajar!
HUGE - fucking love it
This is one of the first tracks i bought when i started to play house. 5 years later still being on of my favourites. U can put this whenever u want,
it going to make people dance always
thanks mate nice to hear
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niiiiiice soooong
Poem 289 from Emily Dickenson. Some have titled it "I Know Some Lonely Houses Off The Road". This poem depicts two robbers robbing an old couple sleeping in their small house. I do love how Tim was able to incorporate something so old with something new. Nice remix
Here is the actual poem in all its glory.
I know some lonely Houses off the Road
A Robber'd like the look of-
Wooden barred,
And Windows hanging low,
Inviting to-
A Portico,
Where two could creep-
One-hand the Tools-
The other peep-
To make sure All's Asleep-
Old fashioned eyes-
Not easy to surprise!
How orderly the Kitchen'd look, by night,
With just a Clock-
But they could gag the Tick-
And Mice won't bark-
And so the Walls-don't tell-
None-will-
A pair of Spectacles ajar just stir-
An Almanac's aware-
Was it the Mat-winked,
Or a Nervous Star?
The Moon-slides down the stair,
To see who's there!
There's plunder-where-
Tankard, or Spoon-
Earring-or Stone-
A Watch-Some Ancient Brooch
To match the Grandmama-
Staid sleeping-there-
Day-ratt les-too
Stealth's-slow-
T he Sun has got as far
As the third Sycamore-
Screams Chanticleer
"Who's there"?
And Echoes-Trains away,
Sneer-"Where"!
While the old Couple, just astir,
Fancy the Sunrise-left the door ajar!
very good :)
groooooovy :-)
big rmx