Running wild in the fields of green moss and bush,
painting on the walls of a wooden bushlands house,
naked spa baths, and the artists celebrate there own and each other
they covered the lilydale house with love,
open fires, dress ups and hot port shots straight from the stove,
the smell of cloves, insence, smoke and make up smeared on the
male and female bodies and faces, we danced naked
for the next song to arrive and the white cat that crawed
into the bed of fellow artists to wipe that crustie eye and snooze
in the warmth, being blown away by a drum or maybe violin, to scare that fluffy cat away, for these where nests for
substance, creativity and love and beautiful paintings to arrive working until morning and then the sun arrives.
xxzx
and satan covered in red wipping up against your leg!
andrea verstegen
So this is what you get up to on the apple isle.!!!
Joh Osborne
Arr yes this is the apple isle artist living!! enjoy arrrr arrrarrrrrrrr
rest
Yeeewww
John Adulcikas
is the white cat milly???
Joh Osborne
No the white cat is called fatso he is quite an old cat he would climb under the doona when you were asleep, cats are funny. One of my girlfriends house sat a place in lilydale for a few weeks it across the river from winklie.