A Treat Tonight (Une douceur ce soir?) - Page 4

Dreams that rise nightly in this bakery heat!

Fred put his feet up in the backyard and watched the circus wind down, drifting off to the revelry of another night shift at the boulangerie:

Dreams that rise nightly, In this bakery heat, Remind me of where I'd rather be. Midst oven loads of steaming loaves, I get these wild baguette visions Glimpses of faraway places.

In the rows of fresh dough baking, I see us loafing around On a distant plane: An African savannah, the Pampas Or even the Great American Plains, Stretched out in the high grass Of a sun-searing afternoon. Two creatures at rest, Lion and lioness: Me a lion in the sun And you lying next to me.

Dreams like this I see rising nightly, In the bakery heat. Wild baguette visions, Glimpses of faraway places, Where I'd rather be.

Outdoor oven construction - A Treat Tonight (une douceur ce soir)? by Tim Weil - Stories and Songs

Postscript (Behind Every Cloud)

A few weeks later, Fred chaperoned a group of stoned hippies to the Rolling Stones' Tattoo You concert at Folsom Field and rocked out to the show. The opening act was George ('Bad to the Bone') Thorogood and the Destroyers. The stadium smoked and did not burn down. Warren kept the oven around as a monument for several years, giving guided tours and a hellacious re-telling of the 'clouds over East Colfax' yarn. Fran and Fred have stayed Married Pranksters ever since then. Like Spencer Davis used to sing ...

Hey! Well my temperature's rising And my feet left the floor. Crazy people knocking 'cause they want some more. Let me in baby; I don't know what you got. You better take it easy; This place is hot. And I'm So glad you made it, So glad you made it. You gotta Gimme some oven, (2x) Gimme some oven, (2x) Gimme some oven, everyday.