Ramble Moon from Ramble Moon by Robbie Perrott

Kalahari crackle
Round a dusted road
Bramble berries wrap a
Round a rusted post
Reading Ramble
Moon

Crinkled cirrostratus
Cast this big halo
Spectral ring of lunar
Frozen abalone
Over our new
Home

When the moon is high
It’s the fools delight
The swoon
The rising tide
The dream has come alive

I don’t feel the way you want me to
I hear rumbling fences in the zoo
I don’t speak the language that you do
I can feel the weight of something new

Listen little whisper
Glisten shiny space
Tinkle on your shoelace
Twinkle little lake
We both laughed and
Cried

Several ages later
When the waters still
Roasting two potatoes
And I love you still
But I want to
Hide

I don’t feel the way you want me to
I hear rumbling fences in the zoo
I don’t speak the language that you do
I can feel the weight of something new

When the moon is high
It’s the fools delight
The dream I held so tight
Was burned by morning light

• Alternative
• alternative folk
• folk
• folk rock
• indie
• indie folk
• psychedelic rock
• singer-songwriter
• Cape Town