Pleasure, by Billy Scudder


	Pleasure by Billy Scudder Once upon a time, in the midst of social chaos, there was born a moment of Pleasure. It sprang from the hearts of a generation called Love. It leapt, danced and sang all the songs of Spring that had lain dormant for hundreds of years. Like the Phoenix resurrected from its own ashes the Pleasure spread itself over the land and filled the air with sweet music. The Mother's face watched over all from atop the highest hill. While the Father paraded his radiant smile from morning till night. In the evening when darkness filled the sky there appeared overhead the dancing of stars, and the Lady Diana protected one and all: This Pleasure appeared only when winter did wane Then all would make ready, to Chipping they came Their trades and their crafts and their laughter they'd ferry Here under the Oaks all would make merry. And when we remember all that's gone by We stop to surrender to each lullaby Some left for distances unknown and untried And some souls, we sowed, on these hills to abide. So, while we dreamed, this song of time flew To all of infinity and back again, new. And through all this time we protected this Pleasure Thumbing our noses at those who came closest To ending our home, and taking our treasurer. But sadly, a feeling so deadly came creeping It wooed and seduced us to sleep by its side. It fooled us and told us this sorrow was fleeting But Pleasure knew better and saw that it lied. And so, to sleep in this Pleasure went While no one knew or attended it They only knew an emptiness They filled with outside brews The dance and song and trade they made Were paid with heavy dues. Everyone accused each other for things they knew not of And while they sat in disarray this Pleasure cried above. "Do not forsake what brought us 'round Or let it fall from off this ground." So we ask of everyone, a plea Break open your hearts your feelings set free. Don't harbor your sadness its up to us all Gather your strength and answer this call. Don't stand in the background and cry out in fear Where is our village that proudly stood here? Where is the laughter that danced through our tears Where are the Oaks that have grown here for years. If it's sorrow you feel that I've laid all around Then know how you'll feel if this Pleasure falls down. They'll hack it, and drag it and blow it around They'll bash it and mash it, 'til Nothing is found. Except in the Hearts, of all the good folks Who came here to "Chipping, Under The Oaks." From the beginning of time — or at least 1966, the first time a renaissance faire had a "permanent" home — the Renaissance Pleasure Faire (Mother of all faires) lived in Agoura, California, on a hot and dusty...but magical...site in the oaks. To the outside world it was a corner of the Paramount Movie Ranch, home to countless westerns. To those who worked and played and loved at Pleasure Faire it was Chipping Under Oakwood, an ancient Home that arose Brigadoon-like each Spring. Until the developers got it. Or at least they tried, for after many horrendous battles of the modern world the dust cleared to find the site protected as a park. But by then the faire was far away, and a bastion of modern commerce. Still, in the quiet places and hidden corners of Pleasure Faire the last refugees of Chipping Under Oakwood gather to tell the tales...and the Magic lives on. And to ensure that it lives on as well among those old dusty oaks, good people like Billy Scudder work as Friends of the Paramount Ranch to protect that sacred ground.