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Текст с Bandcamp’а: “THE DAY OF THE ORANGE (Ian M. Bruce) It was ’The Day Of The Orange’. Don’t misunderstand There was no big parade, no swaggering band But just as the walk brands visions on the brain ’The Day Of The Orange’, for me has done the same. It was a weekday morning, I rose far too late Straightened my tie as I hurried from the gate. Late for the bus, Can I catch it still? The question kept repeating while I’m running down the hill. I was nearly at the bottom when the call came. My mother, at the top, was bellowing my name. I screwed up my eyes, but far too small to see Was the Orange in her hand, she intended it for me. Well, with my mother being an intelligent old girl She swiftly took account of our positions on the hill Realizing also, that the fruit was almost round Elected to save time and promptly bowled it down. By this time of course, the bus would be away. So, little I could do but start on up the brae. The orange trundled steadily down the steep incline But in case it should slow down, Mum was close behind. While Mum was running down, I was walking up And somewhere in the middle the fruit decides to stop. Mother caught it up, her remedy was quick! She started it again with one almighty kick. Any onlookers would have sworn us insane For no advantage by this episode was gained. By the time I’d stopped walking and mother dropped her pace We’d surrounded the fruit and were standing face-to-face. So, ’The Day Of The Orange’, in my head is neatly framed. When I think on it I laugh and who could be blamed. There was only one benefit, reaped from all this fuss ... I had something to eat, while waiting for a bus! from The Orange & The Rowan, released February 1, 2003“
