#a bustle in your hedgerow

[rainingmusic]

Down - Where I'm Going

[officialpenisenvy]

hey girls did you know that um if there's a bustle in your hedgerow don't be alarmed it's just a spring clean for the may queen

[aneurinallday]

The Grey Man

Chapter 11: Home

Holford was blindfolded when the wagon stopped for the last time, and he was led down the steps and onto uneven ground. This time it was different: there were people about. He could only see suggestions of colour through the cloth, but judging by the noise and the sense of bustle, he was in a large camp.

He could hear multiple voices, men’s and women’s, but they spoke in a different language - all he could discern was that they were happy and confused and concerned. Tommy was speaking too, in a tone that suggested he was offering them explanations and reassurance.

Holford’s inability to understand them made him nervous, and he felt relief when Tommy ushered him into a car and took him away from that place. They drove in silence for an indeterminate time.

“You can take that off now,” Tommy said at last.

Holford removed his blindfold to see that night was falling. They were driving through farmland, past wheat and rapeseed fields, dark gold and vivid yellow in the deepening shadows. There were hedgerows and little houses and the occasional cluster of lazily grazing cattle. Civilisation.

“Where are we going?” Holford asked.

“Somewhere with a clean bed. Are you cold?”

“Only a little.”

“Hungry?”

“Yes.”

“Supper’s waiting for us.”

Tommy turned onto a gravel driveway, and parked in front of a modest two-storey house, which stood alone in a pretty patch of green.

“Out,” he ordered, and Holford obeyed.

A maid welcomed them at the door, with a familiarity that suggested she’d worked for the Shelbys in the past. She asked no questions, and seemed to know what was needed. Presumably, this wasn’t the first time Tommy had shown up after an unexplained absence with a strange guest.

Holford stared at her. After everything he’d been through in the past few weeks, being in an ordinary house with an ordinary person felt surreal.

“Food’s on the table, Mister Shelby,” said the maid as she hung up his coat.

“Thank you, Mary. Come on, doctor, let’s get some proper food down you.”

Supper was a humble but hearty affair. Boiled vegetables, buttery mashed potatoes, and a homemade pie filled with beef and gravy. Neither of them spoke, too busy eating - relishing every bite of the crisp pastry and the fluffy mash. Finishing his food, Holford set aside his knife and fork. He looked around at the cheap paintings on the walls, the higgledy-piggledy books on the shelves.

“Is this one of your houses?” he asked, finally breaking the silence.

“No, my sister is renting it on my behalf. I only had one house, and I blew it up with dynamite in preparation for my death. My land’s been requisitioned and turned into housing for the poor.”

“Oh,” said Holford sheepishly. “I’m sorry. That was my fault.”

The awkward silence resumed. The maid bustled about, clearing the table.

“All done, Mister Shelby? I’ve got rice pudding in the cupboard.”

“No, that’s alright, Mary.”

“What about tea before bed? Hot chocolate?”

“We’ll be fine, thank you. You can go home. But before you go, please run a bath for my guest. Oh, and please take the day off tomorrow.”

“Are you sure, Mister Shelby? You won’t need me to cook for you?”

“We’ll manage. Goodnight, Mary.”

“Goodnight, Mister Shelby.”

Tommy watched her leave, then returned his attention to Holford.

“You’ll be gone by the time she comes back,” said Tommy.

“Gone?”

“You heard me. Tomorrow, you can go. I’m letting you leave.”

“Are you certain?”

“Well, I’ve no reason to keep you here.”

“You won’t change your mind? I won’t wake up one morning to see your caravan parked outside my bedroom window?”

“The way I see it, you’re not a threat to me. Not without Mosley pulling your strings.” Tommy shrugged. “In the morning, I’ll arrange a car for you. It’ll take you north as far as Stafford, but you’ll have to find your own way back to your home in Derbyshire. I’ll give you enough money for a train, and for bed-and-board if you need to stay in Staffordshire overnight.”

“Thank you,” Holford said quietly. “You’re a good man, Mister Shelby.”

“Of all the lies you’ve told, that’s the most unbelievable.”

They heard the front door open and close as the maid left for the evening. They were alone now. Holford opened his mouth as if to speak, but then closed it again.

“What is it?” Tommy prompted him. “Say what you have to say.”

“I just wanted to…Mister Shelby, I can’t change anything that’s happened - anything that I’ve done. I can’t take back the lies I told, the harm I caused. But I want you to know, that if I could, I would. I wish we could have had a different life - one where you were just my patient and I was just your doctor.”

“Right.” Tommy cleared his throat awkwardly. “C’mon. Come with me.”

He led Holford upstairs, to a comfortably furnished bedroom with wood-panelled walls, a rug on the floor, and a small en-suite. An unremarkable room, yet it seemed luxurious. After the cramped bunk of the Romani wagon, the wide bed with its clean sheets and soft pillows looked like heaven. Holford couldn’t wait to fall into it. Finally, he could stretch out and get a good night’s sleep.

“This way,” Tommy nudged him towards the en-suite door, which was emanating heat and the tantalising scent of steam. To Holford, the sight of a full bath had never looked so divine.

Tommy sat him on the edge of the tub, and checked the temperature of the water with his hand.

“Do you need help undressing?”

“No, thank you.”

“Alright, I’ll leave you to it.”

Tommy busied himself with preparing the bedroom - turning on the bedside lamp, checking the latch on the window, closing the half-open curtains, making sure there was no gun in the drawer. He listened to the soft rustle of fabric as Holford undressed, dropping his clothes on the tiled floor. Holford carefully eased himself into in the bathtub, sighing as he relaxed in the hot water.

“I won’t tell anyone, you know,” said the doctor. “About you. About what’s happened. If anyone asks, I’ll tell them it was Mosley who kidnapped me. I’ll make up a story…”

“Don’t worry about that. Mosley’s days of influence are numbered. There’s a war coming, and his rhetoric is too dangerous for Churchill’s tastes. I’ll have men guard your estate and your London office, from a distance. If anyone comes for you, they’ll deal with it. Discreetly. You won’t even know anything happened. Just keep your head down. Understand?”

“I understand.”

Tommy left, but his thoughts remained in the room - in the lamplight - in the bathtub where Holford was now naked. He could see it clearly. Wet skin. Dark curls clinging to his temples and the nape of his neck. He wondered if the doctor was thinking of him too.

Chapter 12: Blue Eyes, Green Eyes

[birindale]

Catra looks into ecoterrorism. Perfuma learns about stranger danger. The Netherlands are canon, I guess.

Transcript/Image ID below the cut

[Image Description: A cover and 14 comic pages from the She-Ra mini-comic, “A Most Unpleasant Present”.

Cover: Starburst She-Ra stands in a fairly small meadow of flowers, smiling at Flutterina as the latter lands. Perfuma stands between them, also smiling. The Princess of Power logo takes its customary place at the top of the page, while the title of the issue breaks from tradition and sits directly below it, reading "A Most Unpleasant Present" in violet, with a whisper of a black border surrounding it. At the foot of the page, on a wavy-striped green strip, the copyright info reads "Illustrations: (copyright symbol) Mattel, Inc. 1985. Hawthorne, CA 90250 U.S.A. PRINTED IN TAIWAN. All Rights Reserved. (registered trademark symbol) and TM designate U.S. trademarks of Mattel, Inc." Which is actually a little weird, because this is issue 8 and was released after Fishy Business. I guess they weren't necessarily produced in the order they were published in but huh. Huh!

Page 1: A pale lilac caption box reads, "Never was a garden in Etheria more lovely than the Laughing Swan Inn's. Perfuma tended her flowerbeds with care. Where a flower had bloomed and faded, she quickly planted another. Dainty lady's slippers and sweet candytufts, bright Dutchman's breeches and soft buttercups—each flower was a lovely work of art." Great, now the Netherlands are canon. 

Perfuma is walking through a garden with a basket of flowers in her arms. The artists don't share in the writer's proclivity for flowers, as they've taken the names literally and drawn literal lady's slippers, a pair of jorts overflowing with flowers like a scarecrow that's been chopped in half, and several flowers full of hard candies and candy canes, which is double stupid because candytufts aren't even named after candy (It's from Candia, former name of Crete's administrative capital). Which isn't to say the writer knows all that much, because those flowers would do pretty poorly if subjected to identical conditions. But perhaps Etheria has some kind of magical ability to filter its sunlight and soil drainage for individual flowers. Behind Perfuma is the Laughing Swan Inn, which is shaped like a giant pink swan. So I guess this is another of those things Mattel and Filmation had distinct designs for. 

End Page 1. 

Page 2: A pink caption box reads, "A bustle in the hedgerow took Perfuma by surprise. Looking up, she found a pretty cat-woman was standing at her side." Perfuma meets eyes with a sly-looking Catra, who's in her Scratchin' Sound Catra outfit, sans mask and gloves. Catra is emerging from a flower bed that might once have been a hedgerow but certainly isn't now.

"My my! Your flowerbeds are beautiful this time of year," says Catra, grinning with a little too much tooth.

"Won't you plant these seeds too? They're a special gift," she says, holding a neatly wrapped present out to a pleased Perfuma. It's wrapped in yellow paper and a blue bow. 

End Page 2.

Page 3: A pink caption box reads, "Perfuma quite unwittingly obliged. In an instant, pigweed and poison ivy sprang up everywhere! She found herself trapped in a tangle of briars with no hope for escape!" A startled Perfuma raises her arms and looks down at more plant names taken literally, with several shrubs sprouting pig heads and skull-and-crossbones blossoms. Poison ivy and pigweed are both used to refer to a series of weeds found primarily in eastern North America, especially further south. They're prickly and tend to snag, and of course poison ivy is an allergenic, irritating the skin and causing rashes, but neither of them has thorns so I wouldn't really use the term 'briar'. Like you're going to be pretty itchy and covered in seeds for a while, but you could simply walk out. 

"Soon all Etheria's gardens shall look like thisss!" says Catra, grinning again. 

End Page 3. 

Page 4: Oh, I see. This and page 3 form a two-page spread. Catra is standing on the other side of a meadow of weeds, arms held out and away from her body as if she's basking in the light of the sun, her face lit up with an exultant smile. There are more skulls and pigs heads around her, plus a few evil-looking fiddleheads that vaguely resemble ram horns. 

"Full of weeds… wonderful weeds!" says Catra, gesturing at her handiwork. Girl it was one seed bomb this is hardly guerilla gardening. 

End Page 4.

Page 5: A pink caption box reads, "Flutterina watched from a second story window at the inn. Spotting Catra, her face darkened. She knew she had to fly to Crystal Castle for help." Flutterina is standing on the world's smallest balcony, like I think as small as one can be before it stops being a windowsill. But it looks OSHA-compliant, so good for Thaymor. Perfuma and Catra are visible in the field of weeds below her. 

"So, Catra's up to her old tricks! I must get help quickly," says Flutterina, flying towards the Crystal Caslte.

End Page 5. 

Page 6: A pale purple caption box reads, "Spotting Flutterina in the air, Butterflyer took wing to meet her. Breathlessly, the young girl revealed Perfuma's plight. Her words echoed through Crystal Courtyard as Princess Adora listened secretly." So Butterflyer (usually called THE Butterflyer) was a carrying case released with Wave 2 of the toys. In-universe she was discovered by She-Ra in 'the beautiful caverns deep beneath Crystal Castle' sleeping in a cocoon and woke her up, whereafter she carried She-Ra and her friends around Etheria.

The illustration shows Adora watching Flutterina land in what's apparently called 'Crystal Courtyard', where Bow and a very green Mermista receive her. Like, her hair is green, her outfit is green, I literally wouldn't know this was Mermista aside from the necklace and seashell bodice. It doesn't help that (the) Butterflyer is nowhere to be seen despite being featured in the caption. 

A pale purple caption box reads, "She knew they would need her help. So she drew her Sword of Protection and said…" Adora holds the hilt of the sword, just in-frame. 

"For the honor of Grayskull…" says Starburst She-Ra, transforming with her arms spread wide, "I am She-Ra!"

End Page 6. 

Page 7: A pale pink caption box reads, "She-Ra leaped between Butterflyer's wings and beckoned her friends to join her. "Quick, everyone! We must help Perfuma stop Catra from ruining the beautiful gardens!" She-Ra said. In an instant they were airborne, heading for the Laughing Swan Inn." Oh good, we're back to quotations in the caption boxes. Bow and Mermista seem to be riding comfortably astride (the) Butterflyer, while She-Ra is like… floating alongside her? Her right hand is resting on her, but her left arm is held out and away from her body, while her legs float in free space. Flutterina flies along behind the Butterflyer. Mermista's hair is closer to teal than green on this page, so we're getting there. The Crystal Castle recedes into the distance behind them, sitting atop a beautiful pink mesa.

The Butterflyer is slightly smaller than her toy, proportionally speaking, being only about twice the size of the figures here. She's all pink, including skin and hair, though it's lighter and darker there, respectively. As a toy, her skin is a pearlescent white almost the same color as She-Ra's outfit, and her wings are a different, more flexible plastic, used as handles to carry the figures around. This picture is slightly off-model, as it shows the Butterflyer with her arms held back against her side aerodynamically, whereas the toy has them clasped in front of her and holding a white butterfly. She also has a different neckline; the toy has a scoop neck with a patterned border and the picture features more of a poorly-defined feather look. It's also sleeveless, instead of the elaborately patterned opera glove/sleeve combo of the toy. We can't even say they were keeping it closer to the Filmation design, because that one doesn't HAVE arms. 

End Page 7.

Page 8: Catra swoons extremely dramatically as a huge flower emerges from Perfuma's back and emits a large yellow cloud. A pale purple caption box reads, "Meanwhile, Perfuma had used her magic sleeping power to put Catra in a deep sleep. But she knew her power was only temporary and Catra would be awake soon." The skulls and pig heads are still there. 

"Oh my, I must have dozed off! Your power is strong, Perfuma, but not strong enough!" says Catra, who's awake again, after a single panel.

"Oh no… here comes She-Ra!" says Catra, looking mildly concerned.

End Page 8. 

Page 9: A pale purple caption box reads, "Down, down Butterflyer dived. Perfuma grabbed Bow's arm and off they flew leaving Catra behind in the brambles." Okay but if you just wanted to escape why not do it for the 5 seconds she was unconscious? I thought the idea was to stop her from seed-bombing the whole planet. Bow is floating off the side of the Butterflyer now too, his arm wrapped around Perfuma's waist to lift her to safety. Mermista and She-Ra are beaming at him. She-Ra has her sword raised ineffectually and Catra is seething in the meadow below.

"You butterbrains! Flee before you feel my fireweed at your feet!" says Catra, hurling what appears to be a flaming dandelion after them instead of the pioneer species also known as rosebay willowherb and bombweed. This time it seems not to be intended as a literal reference, at least.

End Page 9. 

Page 10: A pale purple caption box reads, "Mermista quickly put out the fireweed. Caught in the spray, Catra ran for cover. Swooping down, Butterflyer made a perfect landing at the Laughing Swan's front door." The Butterflyer smiles at a small explosion, as Mermista shoots a jet of water from her necklace at the fireweed. Mermista, Perfuma, Bow, and She-Ra are atop the Butterflyer, and there's a pair of butterfly wings behind Perfuma so I think the implication is that Flutterina is now, too? 

"Hurry, everybody! We have no time to waste!" says She-Ra, gesturing for her friends to spring into action now that they're all on the ground.

End Page 10. 

Page 11: A pale pink caption box reads, "She-Ra and her friends worked quickly to save Perfuma's garden. Bow began pulling weeds, but Catra hurled a tumbleweed that sent him sprawling. Waist-deep in tarweed, Mermista was helpless to stop him. Perfuma was certain Catra could not be stopped, but She-Ra had a plan." The princesses look on in mild concern as Catra gleefully throws a gross, fleshy, hollow orb at Bow. Honestly it looks like the mace of a nutmeg, without the nutmeg. There are still pig heads and skulls and such around everyone. The Laughing Swan Inn looms in the background but does help balance the composition a bit.

"It's time to give Catra a taste of her own medicine!" says She-Ra.

End Page 11.

Page 12: A pale purple caption box reads, "She-Ra sent Perfuma inside the Inn. When the girl returned, she held two tiny seeds—one in each hand. She-Ra told Perfuma she must trust the magic of the Sword of Protection and gently waved it over the girl's open palms." Perfuma looks down at her palms, held face up with a seed in each, as She-Ra holds a very short-looking Sword of Protection over them and lifts her other hand as though casting a spell. The sword and Perfuma's hands glow with sparkling purple magic. 

The seeds, about the size of blueberries, are coated in a golden light.

They grow larger, more the size of cherries. "Why, look!" says Perfuma.

They grow larger, now the size of kiwis. "The seeds have tripled in size!"

End Page 12.

Page 13: "Now quickly, Perfuma! Throw the seeds at Catra's feet!" says She-Ra. 

A pale purple caption box reads, "Huge snapdragons and dogwood sprang from the ground—their bark worse than their bite. Catra quickly darted away, quivering with fright." A dog-headed plant barks at Catra, while three 'dragon' plants snap. Catra looks apprehensive, rearing away from them but not yet running. Perfuma and She-Ra watch from the background, smiling wide.

End Page 13. 

Page 14: A pale purple caption box reads, "Perfuma's eyes were full of tears. Catra was gone indeed, but she had left her weeds behind! She-Ra gently spoke to the girl with words both wise and kind. "Catra plays some nasty tricks; but we can help you make your garden pretty again. Perfuma, I think we can all learn a lesson here!"" Is it the lesson that semicolons function as conjunctions and as such you should never follow it with a second? No? Just that you should always take plant names literally? 

She-Ra puts a consoling hand on Perfuma's shoulder. 

"Oh, yes! I know now that it's dangerous to take gifts from strangers," says a crying Perfuma, in the orange-ish red of recent morals.

"Come on everybody and pitch in! We have work to do!" says Bow, holding a hoe. 

End Page 14.

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[hannahssimblr]

Chapter Nine

I shut my eyes and let the wind rush past us, my hands linked tightly around Jude’s waist as he shoots up and down the narrow streets of the town on his bike. I didn’t know that there was such a thing as truly perilous bicycle riding, but I feel like we’re going so fast that every time we swerve around a corner I am sure that I’ll be hurled off the pannier rack and splat onto the concrete. I tell myself that if I squeeze my eyes shut tightly enough then I’ll be able to pretend that I’m safe, because this way all I can feel is the jerks of my body every time he swerves around another building or telephone pole and hear the sounds of my heartbeat drumming in my ears. I squeeze my cheek into his back to try and feel more secure, and the vibrations of his voice rebound through me as he speaks from up at the handlebars. 

“You doing okay?”

“Yes, great.” He skids onto a long stretch of straight road, and I breathe a sigh of relief as the bike steadies, and I peer over his shoulder. Seeing a town in this light is eerie. The streetlights cast a strange, ghostly orange glow over everything making it look like a black and white film or like we’ve somehow cycled through a portal into some old photograph, a town deserted and we’re the only ones on it. During the day this place is always bustling with noises, car engines and voices, footsteps, but now there’s no other souls but ours. It’s so quiet. 

“Hold on tight for a second.” Jude says, his voice an isolated sound in the silent streets.

“What are you going to do?” I cling on and brace myself as he releases the handlebars from his grip and tries to cycle with no hands. The bike wobbles first, then lurches to one side, and to my horror, I am almost launched from the back of it until he steadies himself and holds on again. “Sorry, I wanted to see if it would work with two people.”

“Well it doesn’t” 

“Sorry.” He cycles a little slower for a while after that. 

I wait until my heart has stopped thumping until I talk again, and when we’ve left town and all that lies ahead of us is a straight road all the way home, I feel steady enough to speak. “You didn’t have to bring me home, really, it’s so nice but I could have found my own way. And the extra weight can’t be good for the tires on this thing.”

“What, like you think you’re heavy? This bike has been through worse.” 

I glance down at the rusty frame, the spray paint, and the pedals so worn down from being tossed onto hard ground that most of the plastic has snapped off. I suppose that it has been. “And your hoodie,” I say “You didn’t need to give me it either.”

“I did both those things because I wanted to though, really, you’re not a burden. I’d prefer to cycle home rather than wait for the guys to be finished in the nightclub. It’s fine.” 

“You often cycle alone at night?”

“I prefer to do most things on my own, honestly. I have my own pace.”

I assume that pace is absurdly, dizzyingly quickly. He moves around so energetically, every movement he makes is so abrupt that he would make your head spin around. I’ve never met somebody so charged before. I think that it’s a bit thrilling to be around him. 

“Do you want to see something?”

I don’t even ask what it is. “Yes.”

He turns down into a narrow driveway, and we quickly lose all light from the road behind us. I have no idea where we are, only that the surface beneath the wheels is rockier now. I can feel little leaves and branches from a hedgerow swiping against my arms and legs, and I ask him where we’re going. 

“You’ll see.” He brings the bike to a stop soon after, and as my eyes adjust to the darkness, I can see that we’re next to a high brick wall. We climb off and he leans his bike against it. “In my hoodie pocket” he says. “There’s my phone, can you hand it to me?” I reach in and retrieve it, and as my hand curls around it I can feel that it’s old. It’s some early 2000s model sturdy block phones. Nobody has these anymore, nobody except old people, and Jude apparently.

“Nice phone.” I say as I toss it to him. “Is this the new Blackberry?”

“Ha ha. Can your Blackberry do this?” He presses a button and a torch light glares out of the top of it. I’ve become so used to the pitch blackness of the night that it hurts and I have to look away and shield my eyes. “Jesus. No, I’m glad my Blackberry can’t do that.”

“Hey, it’s handy.” He clutches on to the top of the stone wall and starts hoisting himself up onto it. I start to follow him and leap up to grab the jagged stones at the top. “That phone is mad. I haven’t seen one of those since I was a little child.”

“It’s the worst phone ever.” He agrees, throwing a long leg over the wall and straddling it. “But I always break them, this is the only one that’s ever lasted.” He shines the torch light over the wall at something that I can’t see yet while I try to use all my strength to haul myself up onto it, feet searching around for some leverage, but it doesn’t work. I’m just not strong enough for it. 

“Give me your hands.” He reaches out to me and takes them, and then drags me up onto the top of the wall with him just like that. He made it look so easy, even if he scraped me on the stones on the way up a little bit. It’s only when he shakes my hands off his that I realise I’ve been holding onto them for longer than I should have, and I’m glad that it’s too dark for him to see me blush. “Getting in is the hard part.” He tells me. “It’s way easier to get out again.”

He grabs his phone again and points the torch at a patch of long grass on the other side of the wall, and then in one fluid movement he’s leapt off onto it and is reaching up to help me down there with him. 

“It’s too high.” I say. 

“I’ve got you.”

I scoot myself to the edge of the wall and then slowly, carefully I turn around and start easing my feet down the side of it. I’m facing away from him when he takes hold of my waist and asks me to let go of the wall. “I’ve got you.” He says again. 

There’s a rousing feeling within me when he lands me on the grass. An excitement in the vulnerability of it, the nearness of him in the darkness sending electric currents over me so that goosebumps rise up on my arms. I’ve had kisses with boys that have left me feeling nothing, but he can make my whole body shiver while barely touching me.

“Are you alright?” He says softly, because to speak in a normal voice among the absolute silence of the countryside would feel like an exclamation.

“Yes.” I breathe.

“If you want to go home, I can take you home. All you have to do is climb up on a bench and you can get back over, easy peasy.”

“No, I want to stay.”

“Alright.”

“Where are we?” I ask him. He lifts the torch and shines the beam out in front of us to illuminate what at first, looks like oddly shaped rocks scattered around in an overgrown field. I squint. “What is this? It’s like a- oh!” I gasp when the realisation strikes me. “We’re in a graveyard.”

“Yeah.” He starts stepping through the overgrown grass, weaving in and out of the gravestones and I follow him, trying to stay close enough so that the tiny phone torch light will light up the ground beneath me. God forbid I catch my shoe on someone’s grave and fall face first into an open tomb or something equally horrifying. 

“This way.” He says to me, and I scramble after him, reaching him as he stands at a pair of large, wooden doors. I reach out and lay my hands flat on them, looking up at the dark blue sky where I can see for the first time the pitch black silhouette of a steeple. “A church.” I say in wonderment. “An abandoned church.”

“Can I show you what’s inside?”

“Is it safe?”

“Yeah.”

“Then yes.”

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[badlydrawnkankri]

Dear Kankri,

I know a man who's sure all that glitters is gold, and he's buying a stairway to Heaven.

When he gets there he knows that if the stores are all closed, with a word, he can get what he came for. And what he came for, was a stairway to heaven.

There's a sign on the store wall, but he wants to be sure, 'cause, you know, sometimes words have two meanings.

It says, "in a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings "Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven."'

Well, it makes me wonder. You see, there's a feeling I get when I look to the West, and my spirit is crying for leaving. In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees, and the voices of those who stand looking.

It truly does make me wonder, really makes me wonder. It's whispered that soon if we all call the tune, then the piper will lead us to reason- is it true? And is it true a new day will dawn for those who stand long, that the forests will echo with laughter?

So, Kankri, if there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now. It's just a spring clean for the May queen.

And, yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run- there's still time to change the road you're on.

Doesn't that make you wonder?

Your head is humming, it won't go, and in case you don't know- it's the piper calling you to join him.

Dear Kankri, can you hear the wind blow? And did you know your stairway lies on the whispering wind?

And as we wind on down the road, our shadows taller than our soul, there walks a man we all know. He's one who shines white light and wants to show how everything still turns to gold. And if you listen very hard, the tune will come to you at last, when all are one, and one is all- to be a rock and not to roll.

He's buying a stairway to Heaven.

[lesbiangummybearmafia]

There's a lady who's sure

All that glitters is gold

And she's buying a stairway to heaven

When she gets there she knows

If the stores are all closed

With a word she can get what she came for

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

And she's buying a stairway to heaven

There's a sign on the wall

But she wants to be sure

'Cause you know, sometimes words have two meanings

In a tree by the brook

There's a songbird who sings

Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven

Ooh, it makes me wonder

Ooh, it makes me wonder

There's a feeling I get

When I look to the west

And my spirit is crying for leaving

In my thoughts I have seen

Rings of smoke through the trees

And the voices of those who stand looking

Ooh, it makes me wonder

Ooh, it really makes me wonder

And it's whispered that soon

If we all call the tune

Then the piper will lead us to reason

And a new day will dawn

For those who stand long

And the forests will echo with laughter

Oh whoa-whoa-whoa, oh-oh

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now

It's just a spring clean for the May Queen

Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run

And there's still time to change the road you're on

And it makes me wonder

Oh, whoa

Your head is humming and it won't go

In case you don't know

The piper's calling you to join him

Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow?

And did you know

Your stairway lies on the whispering wind?

And as we wind on down the road

Our shadows taller than our soul

There walks a lady we all know

Who shines white light and wants to show

How everything still turns to gold

And if you listen very hard

The tune will come to you at last

When all are one and one is all, yeah

To be a rock and not to roll

And she's buying a stairway to heaven

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Jimmy Page / Robert Anthony Plant

[prisonerinthedark]

If there’s a bustle in your hedgerow, don’t be alarmed now,

It’s just a spring clean for the May queen.

Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run

There’s still time to change the road you’re on.

And it makes me wonder.

[rotcivnasrabb]

STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN

(circa’71)

There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold

And she's buying a stairway to Heaven

When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed

With a word she can get what she came for

Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to Heaven

There's a sign on the wall, but she wants to be sure

'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings

In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings

Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven

Ooh, it makes me wonder

Ooh, makes me wonder

There's a feeling I get when I look to the West

And my spirit is crying for leaving

In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees

And the voices of those who stand looking

Ooh, it makes me wonder

Ooh, really makes me wonder

And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune

Then the piper will lead us to reason

And a new day will dawn for those who stand long

And the forests will echo with laughter

Oh-oh-oh-oh-whoa

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now

It's just a spring clean for the May queen

Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run

There's still time to change the road you're on

And it makes me wonder

Ohh, whoa

Your head is humming, and it won't go, in case you don't know

The piper's calling you to join him

Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow? And did you know

Your stairway lies on the whispering wind?

And as we wind on down the road

Our shadows taller than our soul

There walks a lady we all know

Who shines white light and wants to show

How everything still turns to gold

And if you listen very hard

The tune will come to you at last

When all are one, and one is all

To be a rock and not to roll

And she's buying a stairway to Heaven

vgb

[invincible-selfxmade-punk]

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now

It's just a spring clean for the May Queen

[theartistblog]

Led Zeppelin - Stairway To Heaven (Live at Earls Court 1975) [Official V...

There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold

And she's buying a stairway to Heaven

When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed

With a word she can get what she came for

Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to Heaven

There's a sign on the wall, but she wants to be sure

'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings

In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings

Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven

Ooh, it makes me wonder

Ooh, makes me wonder

There's a feeling I get when I look to the West

And my spirit is crying for leaving

In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees

And the voices of those who stand looking

Ooh, it makes me wonder

Ooh, really makes me wonder

And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune

Then the piper will lead us to reason

And a new day will dawn for those who stand long

And the forests will echo with laughter

Oh-oh-oh-oh-whoa

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now

It's just a spring clean for the May queen

Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run

There's still time to change the road you're on

And it makes me wonder

Ohh, whoa

Your head is humming, and it won't go, in case you don't know

The piper's calling you to join him

Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow? And did you know

Your stairway lies on the whispering wind?

And as we wind on down the road

Our shadows taller than our soul

There walks a lady we all know

Who shines white light and wants to show

How everything still turns to gold

And if you listen very hard

The tune will come to you at last

When all are one, and one is all

To be a rock and not to roll

And she's buying a stairway to Heaven

[firmanm22]

STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN - LED ZEPPELIN (LIRIK)

There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold

And she's buying a stairway to Heaven

When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed

With a word she can get what she came for

Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to Heaven

There's a sign on the wall, but she wants to be sure

'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings

In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings

Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven

Ooh, it makes me wonder

Ooh, makes me wonder

There's a feeling I get when I look to the West

And my spirit is crying for leaving

In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees

And the voices of those who stand looking

Ooh, it makes me wonder

Ooh, really makes me wonder

And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune

Then the piper will lead us to reason

And a new day will dawn for those who stand long

And the forests will echo with laughter

Oh-oh-oh-oh-whoa

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now

It's just a spring clean for the May queen

Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run

There's still time to change the road you're on

And it makes me wonder

Ohh, whoa

Your head is humming, and it won't go, in case you don't know

The piper's calling you to join him

Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow? And did you know

Your stairway lies on the whispering wind?

And as we wind on down the road

Our shadows taller than our soul

There walks a lady we all know

Who shines white light and wants to show

How everything still turns to gold

And if you listen very hard

The tune will come to you at last

When all are one, and one is all

To be a rock and not to roll

And she's buying a stairway to Heaven

[anathemaegg]

If there’s a bustle in your hedgerow, don’t be alarmed now. It’s just a spring clean for the May Queen.

[yifftwiceplz]

if theres a bustle in your hedgerow dont be alarmed there

[aisphotostuff]

Hedgerow wildlife in Winter.. by Adam Swaine Via Flickr: The best hedgerows are made up of a wide variety of plants that all flower and bear fruit at different times, ensuring that hedgerow wildlife can find the food they need throughout the year. It also means that at any time, you’ll find your local healthy hedgerows rustling and bustling with the sounds of living things.