nostrokesjuststrudels:

So, do you guys want to cry with me over the poem on the back of my record cover?

His sunrises were golden and his sunsets purple
His fields were dancing green
His forests ferny brown
His skies crimson yellow
And his seas a deeper blue.
His dwarfs smiled
And their smiles were toothy
And funny
And white
And his witches crowed
But always lost
For evil never prevailed
In the Land of Disney.
He created Davy Crockett
Won awards for Mary Poppins
Backed a ball-park in Anaheim
And built a fairyland
Called Disneyland
Nearby
For those who needed better things
Than baseball.
His was a world of moonbeams
Sunshafts
And rainbows
Of princes and princesses
Of leprechauns
Wizards
Squirrels and fawns
Owls
Children
And laughter.
He was a poet and a painter
Whose words were the smiles of children
And whose canvas was the barren desert
Or universal unhappiness
Or uptightness
Or whatever you want to call it
And upon this canvas he sprinkled his stardust
Liberally.
First came Mickey
The Donald
And Pluto.
There was Pinocchio
And Cinderella
And Snow White
And the seven dwarfs.
There was Hayley
Daughter of millions
Rosebud of millions more
Who
Like Peter Pan before her
May never grow old;
And Julie
Who sang and danced
And will always be remembered
Not for My Fair Lady
Not for The Sound of Music
But for Mary Poppins;
There was Peggy
Who purred like a kitten
And Fred 
MacMurray
Who bumbled his way to a fortune;
And here are the Trousdale Strings
With the Dawn Chorale
Soft and gentle
Like wind in a summer cornfield
Or rain in a summer forest;
Wild and wonderful dreams
And he built them tall and often.
So
Here are the songs
Which were not written by him
Which were not sung by him
But which belong
To him
Alone.
Here is
A candy-coloured cavern
Of dreams for dreamers
Hopes for hopers
And classless beauty
For everybody.
Disney is dead
We are told
But he’ll live on
Legends always do.
But that isn’t 
Really
The point.
The point is
This:
Is Disney dead and will he ever die?
And the answer
Of course
Is
No.
—-Andy Wickham

nostrokesjuststrudels:

So, do you guys want to cry with me over the poem on the back of my record cover?

His sunrises were golden and his sunsets purple

His fields were dancing green

His forests ferny brown

His skies crimson yellow

And his seas a deeper blue.

His dwarfs smiled

And their smiles were toothy

And funny

And white

And his witches crowed

But always lost

For evil never prevailed

In the Land of Disney.

He created Davy Crockett

Won awards for Mary Poppins

Backed a ball-park in Anaheim

And built a fairyland

Called Disneyland

Nearby

For those who needed better things

Than baseball.

His was a world of moonbeams

Sunshafts

And rainbows

Of princes and princesses

Of leprechauns

Wizards

Squirrels and fawns

Owls

Children

And laughter.

He was a poet and a painter

Whose words were the smiles of children

And whose canvas was the barren desert

Or universal unhappiness

Or uptightness

Or whatever you want to call it

And upon this canvas he sprinkled his stardust

Liberally.

First came Mickey

The Donald

And Pluto.

There was Pinocchio

And Cinderella

And Snow White

And the seven dwarfs.

There was Hayley

Daughter of millions

Rosebud of millions more

Who

Like Peter Pan before her

May never grow old;

And Julie

Who sang and danced

And will always be remembered

Not for My Fair Lady

Not for The Sound of Music

But for Mary Poppins;

There was Peggy

Who purred like a kitten

And Fred

MacMurray

Who bumbled his way to a fortune;

And here are the Trousdale Strings

With the Dawn Chorale

Soft and gentle

Like wind in a summer cornfield

Or rain in a summer forest;

Wild and wonderful dreams

And he built them tall and often.

So

Here are the songs

Which were not written by him

Which were not sung by him

But which belong

To him

Alone.

Here is

A candy-coloured cavern

Of dreams for dreamers

Hopes for hopers

And classless beauty

For everybody.

Disney is dead

We are told

But he’ll live on

Legends always do.

But that isn’t

Really

The point.

The point is

This:

Is Disney dead and will he ever die?

And the answer

Of course

Is

No.

—-Andy Wickham

hayleythehatter:

Dedicated to Michael. 

See, I don’t dislike Belle that much.

The beginning makes me laugh though.

hayleythehatter:

I feel like this one’s pretty good.

So.

Enjoy.

hayleythehatter:

Because I’m tired of recording this over and over and yeah.

JAZZ. I love it.

teach me to garage band like you.

hayleythehatter:

It’s off at some parts but HATERS GONNA HATE.

I was just too lazy to record it again.

Wow.