ganymede flash
the women sang in babylon
the song they sang in babylonian slang
they sang of the one god ammons song
they sway through afternoons of palm and silk
eating chocolate locusts and baboon milk
inside the circle where a priestess knelt
she had the tattoo of Set the coiled one
she had the mark of the moon on her skin like drum
she had a scar upon her cheetah
her fur had blurred to numb
the snow had come to hyperborea
but in the south an everlasting summer held sway in the streets
the pyramids amid the continental drift
the glacial crystals embedded in one nostril
in the other sky you both hold Wrath
and the music you cannot stop
but you can never remember it either
neither beat nor sound around the treble cliffs
i hear like a bat i see like a dog
i growl like an eagle i charge like a speeding arrow
ioh ioh ioh ioh
the sumerian league a million feet hence
a furlong in ireland a chain in odense
i marvel at miracles i clamber defence
its early for me its late for the rents
i see that everything here
makes perfect sense
So very cool, spot fucking on !!! Love the rhyming run at the end. You will never reach the threshold of complacency. Thankfully for all of us. Still bedbound, bad episode. Haven’t slept in days now. Please don’t worry, pulled back on the meds seeing that they had no current efficacy.
Great pic today, peek-a-boo…know its you…I can see your glasses. Makes me wonder with your keen eye,how much ‘damage’ you could cause with a comparable camera and Bondi as the palate. I enjoy black n white. I was diagnosed partially colorblind as a teenager, maybe it was just a rebellion against the ‘norm’ of primary colors. Many say my paintings suggest an indifference to color scheme, I say to that…”maybe I was scheming”.
Hope all is well, health- the girls- the family. My episode is on the verge of top ten pain incidents. If it reaches 48-72 hours…I will go to the hospital for a pain block as an out patient. Till then, its bedrest only. Thankfully- you have such a large and ecclesiastical library to chose from.
Cross your fingers- this one is not ending any time soon. Still think ur miffed with me at opposing beliefs at American history, hope not. Could really use ur mojo right about now. And u made humor towards my name- hurt a bit. I didn’t lobb a grenade back in ur direction seeing that may actually start WW3 right on ye olde blogger…
AsAlways,
Dazza
Why dont you contact Alison Statton and make a duet album with her?
who’s that??
She was the singer in Young Marble Giants. The other day, while listening to the Alison Kraus and Robert Plant album, I thought it´d be a good idea if you team up with a female vocalist and release an album of duets. Your voice has changed over the years. Now it´s much more deep, like a crooner, so it´d be great for mid-tempo songs.
Cheers
I meant to comment on your other blog but you’ve got a new one up now – I need to be faster about these things! I love the idea of you working on a soundtrack and tinkering away with Logic. Considering you were able to come up with albums like Priest = Aura and so many songs that put people in a trance almost instantly, you could go anywhere you wanted with soundtracks I’m sure. Is this something that we’ll be able to hear once it’s done??
Hello Steve,
Perhaps these are already lyrics but I couldn’t help but wish that they might be used for a future Church song–similar in feeling to some of Priest=Aura.
You caught a fleeting glimpse, that is very powerful! Beautiful yellow/white light of protection, Libran gargoyle as it were..
just how many lives steve?
yer karmic quotient must be pretty high as most of ‘em seem to be on a human
level!
Nice work – captivating. Your work has me closer and closer to dusting off the J.G Frazer, Madame Blavatsky, Indries Shah area of my bookshelves. I’m glad that Rimbaud, Blake and others don’t have the same capacity for fascination or I’d either never get to read anything or I’d never get anything done.
The tunes ascend, the moon descends. He attempts to hold it in his hands and blanches – but with fright or with lightness?
I can’t sleep.and the pain is my
uncomfortable companion so…
Ponder this-
And how many ways can you break my spirit down
again? And how many times have I pealed my face off the ground- for you.
And in case you started to think you can
run my life-think again.
You crippled my faith when you judge and
criticize me…
But im still standing.
I don’t know if I can say that I have lived thru
everything – but I have walked this earth alone
with barefeet, broke, and in the snow.
And my father said to me it never seems to
be a simple walk down an icy cold broken road.
Disgraced and ashamed
afraid to walk the line again
controlled for to many years-
but never once forgiven for my so called
sins.
Id thought id never say that im weaker today,
than I was yesterday.
But I fight as I always fight with
what’s left inside of me, this spirit
inside of me.
Dazza
Aw comb own Stev’o, same ole crafty po’em n sowngs dat we like! Shake duh leg and dew a duet with good ole Elv’is why don’t yuh? Keep up the goowd work my man, i’m enjoyin’ it frum theeee other shide! Just uhhum work wittth me. Bubba hum!
Umm , chocolate coated locusts-may pass on those. Chocolates a winner – locusts were plentiful If I remember. Acquired taste no doubt.
Thank you for the imagery. A mixture of charm and contrast. Parodies of some days in the office for some. Makes life extremely interesting. Worth the challenge.
Toying with two Quotes:
Music is the wine which inspires one to new generative processes, and I am Bacchus who pressed out this glorious wine for mankind and makes them spiritually drunken.
Ludwig Van Beethoven .
When you have seen beyond yourself, then you may find, peace of mind is waiting there.
George Harrison.
Take Mr K and Family.