Andrew Marvell (and Roky Erickson) on being Bermuda bound

Too much troubling news these days.

My thoughts will soon be focused on other islands:

"WHERE the remote Bermudas ride, 
In the ocean's bosom unespied, 
From a small boat, that rowed along, 
The listening winds received this song : 

   "What should we do but sing His praise
That led us through the watery maze,
Unto an isle so long unknown,
And yet far kinder than our own?"

(Andrew Marvell)

A good place to start rehearsing for the forthcoming festival gig in that other island associated with "The Tempest" and Prospero/Ariel, in the spirit of John Lennon, "starting over".

Roky Erickson is more explicit about going to Bermuda (thanks Ian).

See also my posting on Lyme Regis and Bermuda.