posted on March 1, 2010 at 4:41 am

oh i knew you would ask me for the rest of my tale
i a poor slave
who has worked hard his whole life
labouring in the field
out in the etruscan dusk
swooning under moons of musk
under the long dreamy hazes of middays
that drift through these lives of mine
oh the songs
the grape
oh the girls and their wild rites
deranged by wine and secret magical herbs
when venus herself appears all radiant and golden
when the summer is high and days are long
and water in the river runs sweet and warm
and stars above glow white dazzled yet still so distant
and we sleep so deeply so alive so alive
the music that i hear sad strings plucked so strangely
and the funny little steps of our dancing
oh would you understand them?
the faun comes kicking thru the woods finally at last
with his pipe and his goatish ways
maenads yes i have seen them raving fucking mad
under some spell i suppose they have lost their shame
and we drink some more and we laugh some more
and the music picks up speed
a dull drum has begun to thump in my temples
i see lights that are not there
hands touch me everywhere
i reach out stumbling laughing… who is there..?
why i cant see in this upside down twilight…i never ask myself..
i feel lips pressed against me
i feel the wine in my mouth slosh round my tongue
oh the bloody grape!
a small voice says my boy theyve put something in your wine
as i start to slowly spin round and round
i clutch at trees and fields
i clutch at strange faces and soft naked fleshies
i clutch at the blurry pink pink pink moon
i clutch at my name but its lost
who will remember it one week after i’m gone…?
who will hear the songs i thought would go on for forever
who will see these impressions i took
that i thought would last and last
who will understand how close i was
or what it took to get this far?
my name and my feet elude me
i fall facedown in the softness of my fantasies
eyes peer in to mine
they change into the eyes of an owl
these eyes that peer into mine
boring into my head and watching me squirm
and i push at nothing in the darkness
in the delirium of my life where every whisper is a lie
and the night has a thousand eyes
and how i was bound to go down
down down down to the bed with a shining glass sound
and how i was never found
never found again answering to my name
my name means something like dream
but more like a dream you cant remember
its a sad name its true
but still i can never remember it
not after all the wine
rich deep red wine
darkly oozing from a split skin
full of warp and woof
full of oblivion so warm and true
my name means something like that i was told
a dream within a grove
an arbour of flighty pheasants and vain peacocks
a story without a teller
just like the necropolis outlined against the nightsky

21 Responses to “mithras palaganza”

  1. avatar
    Anonymous | 1 March 2010 at 6:45 am #

    hello Steve,

    Thrilled the Church are coming back to the states. What a nice surprise to see you 2 years in a row. Just curious why such an electric space band chooses to play an acoustic tour? I'm sure it will still be a great show but I love the electric Church. Why not bring the full experience?

  2. avatar
    Saint Louie | 1 March 2010 at 9:34 am #

    Acoustic is allright with me 🙂 Last time i heard The Church acoustic ins back in 94 her in Saint Louis. Reason I think SK and the guys play acoustic on the 30th Anniv Tour is so that you get the "root feeling" of the band and music and no overdub? The RAW and UNCOOKED version! YES! No studio, no overdubs, no nothing except just the good ole guitars!

    Hey Steve, you guys plan on havin' Tim play Drums on this tour?

  3. avatar
    fantasticandy | 1 March 2010 at 9:51 am #

    ohhhhhhhhhhh!
    all that tannin………
    got a dreadful headache now.
    everythings starting to spin…….

  4. avatar
    princey | 1 March 2010 at 10:08 am #

    That was awesome man!

  5. avatar
    LF | 1 March 2010 at 3:20 pm #

    Luscious. Somewhere Ovid is smiling.

  6. avatar
    Steven Krut | 1 March 2010 at 7:47 pm #

    "i fall facedown in the softness of my fantasies"

    Very nice!

  7. avatar
    ...hoard them like the sea | 2 March 2010 at 12:28 am #



    your houri dancers…

  8. avatar
    Ross Cooper | 2 March 2010 at 1:11 am #

    Very oinophiliac! 😉

    Remind's me of the visit of Bacchus and Silenus in C.S. Lewis's "Prince Caspian", when the romp was on in full force, and Susan and Lucy breathed that they would not like to me the Dionysian one and his "wild girls" without Aslan close by…

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    cazziem | 2 March 2010 at 1:58 am #

    Only you SK could choose the name of the sun God of ancient Persia to relate to us a phantasmagorical tale of darkness. Could this be a former life you haven’t yet recounted? If so sire, you’ll find that you now have a lot more than the 12 followers you had way, way back then!!!

    I’d love to know what was in that wine though, as didn’t contain amazing power??

  10. avatar
    Ryan | 2 March 2010 at 5:06 am #

    great stuff 🙂

  11. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 2 March 2010 at 10:18 am #

    oh i love wine and the different flavours and aromas that come with it….me thinks i was probably born a few thousand years too late…..bacchus, take me on your flights of fancy……

    love always….

  12. avatar
    davem | 2 March 2010 at 12:18 pm #

    I kept waiting for the mynah bird…..
    Very sad to get that mail from JLK re KH.

  13. avatar
    Anonymous | 2 March 2010 at 2:13 pm #

    shut the fuck up about slavery.
    what do you know?
    nothing.
    can you imagine what slavery is like?
    not to the millionth degree.
    you insult the misery of millions you dilettante fop.

  14. avatar
    Anonymous | 2 March 2010 at 3:58 pm #

    ive got my lovely ticket in my hot little hand..and i promise to buy stuff and things onna counta cause thats what i like..see you there ..bnz

  15. avatar
    Mary | 2 March 2010 at 4:11 pm #

    OMG this is such a tease, loyd on fb rsvping people to see your show, and im in Dallas and I wont be going to California till May, soooo close, please come to texas, if not this time please come here in the future, i want to see you guys play so bad!!!

    love ya

    Mary

  16. avatar
    Anonymous | 2 March 2010 at 4:27 pm #

    …so ..yeah i write the date of the show on the fridge and as im writing ..ya know ..april 24 …and then …Bang! ..2010.. it blew my mind..2010 does that blow anybody elses mind?…? bnz

  17. avatar
    Anonymous | 2 March 2010 at 8:45 pm #

    snot fair
    blubber blubber
    snurf snurf
    only months since the church were in US
    many many many moons, n years n stuff
    since they were in the UK
    snot fair
    n they get free cd's n stuff
    SNOT FAIR!
    boo hoo hoo hoo, naaaarggh!

  18. avatar
    fantasticandy | 2 March 2010 at 10:26 pm #

    just seconding davem's feelings as regards KH…..
    what chance has real, decent, well-crafted, straight from the heart music got these days?

    keep that flag flying SK….we need ya now more than ever.

  19. avatar
    Anonymous | 3 March 2010 at 1:09 am #

    Hi Steve, I have a theory that under the milky way song is not referring to the galaxy but rather to the candy bar. Any comments?

    Jiminy Jones, esq.

  20. avatar
    EDD | 3 March 2010 at 9:41 am #

    There's a candy bar called milky way?

  21. avatar
    Anonymous | 4 March 2010 at 3:02 am #

    Anomic Astronaut –
    What forces compel us to descend into the piercing eyes of Mercury?
    Must we repel?


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