white heron in green water other lives open up to me other voices other times sadnesses before i am born tranquil isle autumn sun some idiot picnic chucked all his debris crane peering through the reeds green glass brown glass smoother than silk now RS EVANS 1944 scraped into purest rock his name will be there forever under waterfall we will all think of him as we swim slumping to the sand dripping and cold on afternoons that always come
expect delays
white heron in green water
other lives open up to me
other voices other times
sadnesses before i am born
tranquil isle autumn sun
some idiot picnic chucked all his debris
crane peering through the reeds
green glass brown glass smoother than silk now
RS EVANS 1944 scraped into purest rock
his name will be there forever under waterfall
we will all think of him as we swim
slumping to the sand dripping and cold
on afternoons that always come
nomenclature aside the various pieces of the orkestra merge inexplicably the sighs of enraptured ladies pierce the night stage burley griffin in fog the summit with pine trees like a tiny lebanon strolling through the filtered light in the temples out of sight where wind cannot vanquish the living flame that burns on morningstar upon the river window flowing with the mists a boat rows solemnly over unseen waters on steps over looking the city watching its glimmered frozen lights unusually warm weather breeding lightheadedness and odd aches black shapes between trees full of bat chatter the day seem to go before its allotted time the expectancy of evening which waits at a door the moon has burnt brighter they always say on the other side of the sky but when you wander there you wander away trouble is a black dog follow you home worry is a croaking voice in the pipe of your dream sorrow sad friend what ruined the feast thy hollow inside of of eastern fleece least the measure of lochs the pressure of storm the blood beats like a beasts the garrulous men who hang round outside their insolent faces intrude on my visions their violent traps indentured lairs are we never to be released from this virtual servitude and while away pleasant hours by the side of Alph?
burred arcade
nomenclature aside
the various pieces of the orkestra merge inexplicably
the sighs of enraptured ladies pierce the night stage
burley griffin in fog
the summit with pine trees like a tiny lebanon
strolling through the filtered light in the temples out of sight
where wind cannot vanquish the living flame that burns on
morningstar upon the river window flowing with the mists
a boat rows solemnly over unseen waters
on steps over looking the city watching its glimmered frozen lights
unusually warm weather breeding lightheadedness and odd aches
black shapes between trees full of bat chatter
the day seem to go before its allotted time
the expectancy of evening which waits at a door
the moon has burnt brighter they always say
on the other side of the sky
but when you wander there you wander away
trouble is a black dog follow you home
worry is a croaking voice in the pipe of your dream
sorrow sad friend what ruined the feast
thy hollow inside of of eastern fleece least
the measure of lochs the pressure of storm
the blood beats like a beasts
the garrulous men who hang round outside
their insolent faces intrude on my visions
their violent traps indentured lairs
are we never to be released from this virtual servitude
and while away pleasant hours by the side of Alph?
on the day they unchained song the earth in rebellion shook its lakes and seas and a rainbow formed in the air signifying a truce like vapour the sky trembled in its vault almost unhinged from its great hook and creatures wriggled in dark fjords that go so deep into us yet a song strode through the world for the first time the first ever song with doubtless its words of love and praise in sanskrit maybe or some unknown african tongue words appear in the singers mind as though from a wellspring on high the song cant go where it doesnt belong not on desolate cliff tops where wind hammers hard or in sleazy old streets with brothel or bazaar song of kings king of songs you produce a night to fall in love you produce the softest women and hardest drugs you stud the firmament with sapphire flashed starred points but youre never still you never linger for long a travelling song you walk through the forests a quickening song you live in the air song to be whispered in tiniest of ears song sung by cats and by distant dark birds song on the cusp of the dream in the night the night after the day they unchained song
absurdist mathematic
on the day they unchained song
the earth in rebellion shook its lakes and seas
and a rainbow formed in the air signifying a truce like vapour
the sky trembled in its vault almost unhinged from its great hook
and creatures wriggled in dark fjords that go so deep into us yet
a song strode through the world for the first time
the first ever song with doubtless its words of love and praise
in sanskrit maybe or some unknown african tongue
words appear in the singers mind as though from a wellspring on high
the song cant go where it doesnt belong
not on desolate cliff tops where wind hammers hard
or in sleazy old streets with brothel or bazaar
song of kings king of songs
you produce a night to fall in love
you produce the softest women and hardest drugs
you stud the firmament with sapphire flashed starred points
but youre never still you never linger for long
a travelling song you walk through the forests
a quickening song you live in the air
song to be whispered in tiniest of ears
song sung by cats and by distant dark birds
song on the cusp of the dream in the night
the night after the day they unchained song
unbound from the spectral chain ganged ghosts wandering from Moravia to Peru unleashed upon world after world i fell through the cracked iced night night landing in tangled debris by the shore i am forced by some hand to continue to write forced by some mind to continue to dream but my inexplicable dreams becoming more real my real now has become then somehow i mean i’m dreaming of you out there somewhere now sailors of lent who carry me across these memorised seas the season for we wait for will never it come the reason we fought in the ether neither none of us knows we dream of a morning covered in tears on a web of silver sphered screen my identity is lost amongst the scrimmage and scram my helium like mind rises upwards in my skull and i almost get away out through that hole in my brain box i wanted to go thank you for your patronage i remain humbly your clown oh and send it out to all the dim stars in this town your scrupulous fasting as hunger strikes deep always slow i honour the statue you had made for me with the dripping crown i loved my Ida down the blast or the hook or the barb or the thorn the mast or the book or the lying little lamb no one feels this stuff like i am please
triangulated
unbound from the spectral chain ganged ghosts
wandering from Moravia to Peru unleashed upon world
after world i fell through the cracked iced night night
landing in tangled debris by the shore
i am forced by some hand to continue to write
forced by some mind to continue to dream
but my inexplicable dreams becoming more real
my real now has become then somehow
i mean i’m dreaming of you out there somewhere now
sailors of lent who carry me across these memorised seas
the season for we wait for will never it come
the reason we fought in the ether neither none of us knows
we dream of a morning covered in tears on a web of silver sphered screen
my identity is lost amongst the scrimmage and scram
my helium like mind rises upwards in my skull and i almost get away
out through that hole in my brain box i wanted to go
thank you for your patronage i remain humbly your clown
oh and send it out to all the dim stars in this town
your scrupulous fasting as hunger strikes deep always slow
i honour the statue you had made for me with the dripping crown
i loved my Ida down
the blast or the hook or the barb or the thorn
the mast or the book or the lying little lamb
no one feels this stuff like i am
please
my mind had me convinced but which mind and which me ? no truth or lie only perspective no right or wrong only magic i let it it out there i let it in i let it flow thru me i invited it i called it into time being yoga and magic the mantras the fleshes the positions the easiest thing which remains the hardest to do i have blown my morning all over my empire i have healed rifted valleys i have finally understood emptiness it was nothing now i trust no nothing with any nobody nobody you would have known unknown like a grape would spit wine or a mountain yield cloud one god two god black god blue god anyway all i shoot is words i blast off sonnet to go i tremble at dawn as i come down in the rain in that world i was locked out of in that time which closed its mouth in that place with no directions in that bed without a moon heed me or not i am as prophet as you got we are making a big mistake its too big to make mirror asks me who would believe me your reflected sea glitters greyly not a pirate in sight neither day nor night alright
same old same old
my mind had me convinced
but which mind
and which me ?
no truth or lie
only perspective
no right or wrong
only magic
i let it
it out there i let it in
i let it flow thru me
i invited it
i called it into time being
yoga and magic
the mantras the fleshes the positions
the easiest thing which remains the hardest to do
i have blown my morning all over my empire
i have healed rifted valleys
i have finally understood emptiness
it was nothing
now i trust no nothing with any nobody
nobody you would have known unknown
like a grape would spit wine
or a mountain yield cloud
one god two god
black god blue god
anyway all i shoot is words
i blast off sonnet to go
i tremble at dawn as i come down in the rain
in that world i was locked out of
in that time which closed its mouth
in that place with no directions
in that bed without a moon
heed me or not i am as prophet as you got
we are making a big mistake its too big to make
mirror asks me who would believe me
your reflected sea glitters greyly
not a pirate in sight
neither day nor night
alright
glittering gossamer dewdrop pearls spun on a spidery web sea sunken forest with mermanned trees the fluke of bluest whale ingrained in sand the ferny tendrils of the currents the singing fish the diving birds the monsters that come up to heaving surface roaring for air down the black maw of rain the prophet of the storm dressed in grey the sky guardian who burns in other heavens why i claim all forest as my owl from deepest cleft valley between vulcanic suns and what is moon but the twisted giantess who bore us all here out distanced mother who reigns on high your miracle of night as we disappear in shadow of forest i glide in coral shell glade in shores of pine i shining in pale gold metallic leaf armour from arc where famine holds sway in forest of white diamond orbs who lay opal eggs and fronds tickle nymphs frozen in cavort transporting elsewhere perhaps where the going is good they have come undone in statue formed shadowy sequences all oaks spring and hurled from the earth by the sling of a god a mightier titan oh you could never imagine shifting the stars and burning his hands swallowing great darknesses so that all must see in deepest of forests i pray to this god who is the god of all other gods that have ever exist who is the king of the kings of the kings of all men who are the masters of forests not brutes dripping blood in oceans great palms i entrust my prayers to the priests ceremony of turquoise fired snake charming unto itself i know how it is done the flames find no foot hold in me the worms of foetid cave find my one iota blade most decisive i ruin […]
glittering gossamer dewdrop pearls spun on a spidery web
sea sunken forest with mermanned trees
the fluke of bluest whale ingrained in sand
the ferny tendrils of the currents
the singing fish the diving birds
the monsters that come up to heaving surface roaring for air
down the black maw of rain
the prophet of the storm dressed in grey
the sky guardian who burns in other heavens
why i claim all forest as my owl
from deepest cleft valley between vulcanic suns
and what is moon but the twisted giantess who bore us all here
out distanced mother who reigns on high
your miracle of night as we disappear
in shadow of forest i glide in coral shell glade
in shores of pine i shining in pale gold metallic leaf
armour from arc where famine holds sway
in forest of white diamond orbs who lay opal eggs
and fronds tickle nymphs frozen in cavort
transporting elsewhere perhaps where the going is good
they have come undone in statue formed shadowy sequences
all oaks spring and hurled from the earth by the sling of a god
a mightier titan oh you could never imagine
shifting the stars and burning his hands
swallowing great darknesses so that all must see
in deepest of forests i pray to this god
who is the god of all other gods that have ever exist
who is the king of the kings of the kings of all men
who are the masters of forests not brutes dripping blood
in oceans great palms i entrust my prayers to the priests
ceremony of turquoise fired snake charming unto itself
i know how it is done the flames find no foot hold in me
the worms of foetid cave find my one iota blade most decisive
i ruin these rascals on beds of bonfire nights
on beaches of green blackness on sand of pure white
i scream and invoke and dance in the damned dunes
then plunge back into the rolling forest all moving in moonlight
surging and pummelling the strangers of your yore
incessant magnificent drenched in sacred rains
the ruins of an alien time before love or hate
return to the grove like folds in her hillsides then son
and let the wind tell them youre gone…..
this song started life as a commission heres the final thing with lovely vid by johnny morrison
this song started life as a commission
heres the final thing with lovely vid by johnny morrison
The band is currently undergoing a transition of management. The band finished it’s extensive Australian tour in January 2013. Band members are taking a well-earned break but continue to pursue their solo and project work. Keep a look out for exciting new-releases, gigs and events! In the meantime – we welcome all your inquiries and thank-you for your ongoing support! Please note that messages for Tiare Helberg should continue to be sent to her Facebook account.
The band is currently undergoing a transition of management.
The band finished it’s extensive Australian tour in January 2013. Band members are taking a well-earned break but continue to pursue their solo and project work. Keep a look out for exciting new-releases, gigs and events!
In the meantime – we welcome all your inquiries and thank-you for your ongoing support!
Please note that messages for Tiare Helberg should continue to be sent to her Facebook account.
gotta creature all thumbs dumbed up pumped my fender in some coliseum killed a roman pup little jupiter says man this is so fucked up them christians got all the good songs anyway you sing em anyway you bring em in old etruscan dancehall apollo was fretting his axe fuck man he said i could do with some fuckin’ space the wine is cheap the food is cold who the fuck do you think i am…? i aint goin’ on until someone finds me some little iambic lamb it was already 9 thirty man the crowd getting real uneasy yeah i had some trouble with some ithacan cats i dont wanna talk about it fuck you baby too much nepenthe..a smack in the face wakes me up i told you not to have too much of that nepenthe…she says and sways away daedulus and the boys playing the iao iao iao album in its entirety fuck some pretty women come in here tuesdays gasps some soldier leave your fucking spears outside sunshine some volcano ominous rumbling and grumbling off in italics let the booze let the blood flow outside in the slightly chilly air where a crystal moon had shattered the rivermen paddle home silent as black raven crows the reeds seem to whisper nothing the rushes are muted unusually the stones refrain from song out of the clouds the moment comes shining suddenly my head comes alive with warmest sensations mexico filament tangerine realms as titanium is filled with blood thats all you can think of wherever the warmth is and you follow it till it turns curdled and cold leaving you shipwrecked and old on a mist phased coast abandoned…your post
today tripper
gotta creature all thumbs dumbed up pumped
my fender in some coliseum killed a roman pup
little jupiter says man this is so fucked up
them christians got all the good songs
anyway you sing em anyway you bring em
in old etruscan dancehall apollo was fretting his axe
fuck man he said i could do with some fuckin’ space
the wine is cheap the food is cold who the fuck do you think i am…?
i aint goin’ on until someone finds me some little iambic lamb
it was already 9 thirty man the crowd getting real uneasy
yeah i had some trouble with some ithacan cats
i dont wanna talk about it
fuck you baby too much nepenthe..a smack in the face wakes me up
i told you not to have too much of that nepenthe…she says and sways away
daedulus and the boys playing the iao iao iao album in its entirety
fuck some pretty women come in here tuesdays gasps some soldier
leave your fucking spears outside sunshine
some volcano ominous rumbling and grumbling off in italics
let the booze let the blood flow
outside in the slightly chilly air where a crystal moon had shattered
the rivermen paddle home silent as black raven crows
the reeds seem to whisper nothing the rushes are muted
unusually the stones refrain from song
out of the clouds the moment comes shining
suddenly my head comes alive with warmest sensations
mexico filament
tangerine realms as titanium is filled with blood
thats all you can think of wherever the warmth is
and you follow it till it turns curdled and cold
leaving you shipwrecked and old on a mist phased coast
abandoned…your post
child we move through vivid liquid days retina burn blue sky beyond all treatments we learn new steps in wilderness we take new drug in cocoons the warm waters within hidden inlets a rapid storm hurls me out on to a balcony where pines and gums vie for dumb darkness black falcon in the pitted night studded evening quilt of smells sounds conversations sleep so elusive like a phantom we chase lovely floating sensation a pleasant dizziness wings unfurled unfold child then you rise up and you see earths terrain pinnacled zenith into bottomless mine the suns of all skies dazzled your eyes the dawn of obedience and service to nature has arrived
tender
child we move through vivid liquid days
retina burn blue sky beyond all treatments
we learn new steps in wilderness
we take new drug in cocoons
the warm waters within hidden inlets
a rapid storm hurls me out on to a balcony
where pines and gums vie for dumb darkness
black falcon in the pitted night
studded evening quilt of smells sounds conversations
sleep so elusive like a phantom we chase
lovely floating sensation
a pleasant dizziness
wings unfurled unfold
child then you rise up and you see earths terrain
pinnacled zenith into bottomless mine
the suns of all skies dazzled your eyes
the dawn of obedience
and service to nature
has arrived
