Song of the Night, War of the Flea
Song of the night, war of the flea Deep inside the jungle you will find me War of the small, war of the flea Where the strongest bomb is a human Bursting to be free. This is the beginning of a song written in the late 70s by my mandolin playing lover Lou. One of the songs we sang while busking in the snow outside liquor stores in Vancouver, Canada. I'd love to tell you her surname so you can google and find out more but I can't remember it. I can't remember the last name of the woman I had the best sex of my life with as we travelled from Canada, across the USA to New York, London, Manchester, across France, Italy, to Lesbos. Four months of adventure, delight and painful complications, ending in a physical fight in a rundown chateau in the south of France. Lou was a renegade, a charismatic, modern day Annie Oakley. She swashbuckled all over Vancouver, leading a small band of lesbian pirates in all sorts of politically motiva...