posted on August 12, 2015 at 6:31 am
smoke detective

smoke detective

set free at last to rocknroll m’lud

i sleep with my bass guitar in realms of royal marine

shooting down the long warm summer highways in darkness

asleep in a careening hunk of tin and all its little motors n engines

cooling system heating system

the system that checks the other systems

white widow whispering in back of my mind

the air rushes in an open window

the blank emptiness around us

i get up and talk to the pilot for awhile

as we fly over flyovers and layovers and underpasses

we get to somewhere and we go for a swim in the pleasant murky atlantic

the rocks are hard studded with cockle shells

as the blurry summery night comes down

as we dream up our music in a motel mirror

as we stroll across open fields around the beach with families in picnic

and their blasters blast out something incomprehensibly beyond my ken

an über guy arrives

he’s young and a latino (i guess)

and driving a lexus

he is impossibly sharp looking and handsome in a tough way

he is a kickboxing champ

he is a big rolling gambler

he is studying criminal psychology

he talks about his life and suddenly he fixes his eye on me in the mirror

i’m gonna do something you know what i’m saying…?

coz i came from absolute nothing..!

our eyes lock for a moment in the rearview

and we exchange some brief shot of mutual empathy

he understands that i understand and a goofy smile crosses his stern face

i hope this man succeeds he has won my admiration for his chutzpah

we find a good vegan restaurant i drink deep of hemp milk

woe upon the idiots who demonised hemp , such a useful plant

i do yoga consistently

flexibility remains a side effect of whatever yogas main agenda is

yoke me to the fucking universe because I’m starting to feel it

it had to take this long to understand because thats how long it just fucking takes

my bass guitar strapped to my frame i stride across a stage belting out my numbers

my bass goes right through me and then through you

it is warm and round and blurry like a summer night

the rain goes on falling out there in the  north east bits of america

its all pretty gorgeous in the sweet sweet summertime

onstage i am repossessed night after night so i live it up to the hilton

i crouch and lunge and i bounce and i hammer on and off

my words flood my head waiting to get let out like all get out

the guitars conjuring up all that sound

surges of power jolt me and i feel like i could maybe levitate

regardless which version of the band you like

this band right now with craig and with ian on board

is the righteous slayer of audiences

a machine now lean from a load of shows

and ready to crunch down and rock

yes rock and fuck it if you don’t like rock

because rock can be thine deliverance if you would just let it be

anyway rock has got me now i can feel it

i walk in its presence and i dream in its shadow

i labour in its blistering groves n grooves

where the trees bear riffs and bloom power

in stately arcs the keys flower around

i am quite gone

we meet some people but i am gone

we drive away but i am already gone

doing this every night has a strange effect on my feeble brain

i miss my five beautiful daughters

i imagine miranda and elektra doing their gigs somewhere

the noise and the lights have dazzled me tho

i am an efficient machine

a rocknroll soldier or something

a delusional itinerant old bassist

and yet

the show must go on

19 Responses to “yeah baby rocknroll”

  1. avatar
    Chris | 12 August 2015 at 11:02 am #

    sounds as if you have well and truly moved into the zone sk…joined the flow…engaged fully in the dance..the privilege of living a long time, coalescing it all and seeing the summit…..just listening for the thirtieth time to Bastard Universe Part 1…throw me into the abyss and call me job! I don’t know what was happening that day and what spirits were in the room, but that track goes to the next highest level…and the more I listen the more I hear whale song…bangin’ transcendence!

  2. avatar
    monica | 12 August 2015 at 11:02 am #

    this is beautiful. rock on soldier.
    seeing this band live is heaven on earth.
    thank you for sharing the love and light.

  3. avatar
    David and Monica | 12 August 2015 at 1:24 pm #

    Floating…always floating
    …and blowing bubbles to avoid the bends and ends and ends. Much love to you from us.

  4. avatar
    kell | 12 August 2015 at 1:59 pm #

    Thanks for telling the truth. It’s such a good thing ~ to tell the truth. All this ~ and yet you are still more than this. Much, much more…

  5. etta
    etta | 12 August 2015 at 5:13 pm #

    Lol sounds scary I think I feel. Like your confessional style.

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    r.richiec | 12 August 2015 at 9:05 pm #

    One day i will work out how you guys do this and
    apply it to my musical pursuits. For now I will just grind
    away at my government supplied keyboard and dream that
    one day my fender VI will free itself from the spare room cupboard
    and find hands worthy to play it again…..rich

  7. avatar
    matthew | 12 August 2015 at 10:41 pm #

    Brilliant to hear how brilliantly you’re shining. Shine on!

  8. Pictish
    Pictish | 13 August 2015 at 8:54 am #

    What is she whispering?

  9. avatar
    caitbrid | 13 August 2015 at 1:00 pm #

    Have a wonderful gig in New Hampshire, the best place on earth! I’d give anything to be there but will see you in Philly on Saturday! Thanks for coming back to the states.
    Kathleen in Philly

  10. avatar
    andy | 13 August 2015 at 5:06 pm #

    inspiring stuff…
    can’t wait to hear new musics from this amazing bio-unit of humans!
    the church now closer than ever to it’s own high ideals.
    slay ’em stevo.
    bests,
    andy.

    p.s. big hugs from your lovely girls when you return from re-conquering the new world eh?

  11. avatar
    Michel | 14 August 2015 at 6:18 pm #

    Come on and Rocknroll with The Furs !
    I have always considered The Psychedelic Furs as the rocknrollest new wave band until “Book of days” arrived in 1989.
    A commercial suicide but a masterpiece of absolute darkness, highly recommended.
    Their Priest = Aura IMO…
    Been listening to the new commissioned song all week, Martin and you did a great job once again. And I will probably remain the only one to dig the lyrics, especially the chorus 😉
    Can’t wait to listen to volume 3, as soon as you get back to the real world.
    Take some time to rest a bit!


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