Oberon Skye sings a lyric with me - we always liked of A. Méjans - “Her Horned Helmet” -
Think Tom Waitish meets Marianne Faithfullish in Amsterdam….


Let us go south
I heard her say
Brushing her golden braids aside
This wagon’s too heavy and full of our Past
This horned helmet’s pain in the ass.
I met Oswald Spengler and he
Asked of me
How many strawberries grow in
Zuider-Zee?
I answered him back with a tear in my eye
How many ships sail the Black Forrest?
We’ve come from cold Norse lands
My people and I
hitting Ireland and England and the Channel so wide
A brief pass through Amsterdam
to pick up some smokes
But I just can’t get the Dutchman’s jokes
So it’s off to the beaches
In some sunny clime
Where we can swim topless and float on the brine
I met ole Spinoza
in a bar near the Gracht
He advised me to join that
Wandering Lot
To take up with the braided blue-eyed
Valkarie
and spend my old age down in Sunny Capri.