sacred songs : song to the siren (this mortal coil)

a 24 carat stunnerreleased in 1984 or thereaboutscredited to this mortal coilthis was really the cocteau twins in disguisethe song written by tim buckleywho of course is jeffs dadi never really grokked tim buckleyi tried but i could never really dig himi prefer mortal coils version so much more than his its a bare minimalistic performancea chiming guitar like a bell at seaelisabeth frazers (or is it elizabeth fraser?)mournful voiceher wonderful phrasing the string thing playing in the backgroundtruly conveys a sense of supernatural longing aching love lossthe sirens were creatures from the odyssey with beautiful voices whose song was irresistible they lured sailors to the island where they died upon the rocks….of course our hero odysseus wanted/needed to hear these songs for himselfhis sailors stuffed their ears with beeswax while odysseus was tied to his ships mast so he can listenmy whole life i have wondered what these terrible songs must have sounded likewhat incredible words must they have sung to himthis song turns things aroundit is a song TO the sirenrather than a song BY themthe odyssey metaphor is kept up through the songwith its marine lyrics “the shipless oceans”“as riddled as the tide”“now my foolish boat is leaning”etcand the song works on many levels of meaningas all good songs shouldincluding the ultra strange question“were you hare when i was fox?”all filled with such sad bewildered unfulfilled desire“oh my heart, oh my heart shies from the sorrow”this song captured me the first time i heard it 26 years agoand it still holds me to this very daybleak lonely desolate just like odysseus’ long journey homesacred majestic magical stuffthe video on youtube is so soyoure better off to just hear itand imagine the awful love which inspired this amazing pieceodysseus says :“this was the sweet song the Sirens sangand […]

a 24 carat stunner
released in 1984 or thereabouts
credited to this mortal coil
this was really the cocteau twins in disguise
the song written by tim buckley
who of course is jeffs dad
i never really grokked tim buckley
i tried but i could never really dig him
i prefer mortal coils version so much more than his
its a bare minimalistic performance
a chiming guitar like a bell at sea
elisabeth frazers (or is it elizabeth fraser?)mournful voice
her wonderful phrasing
the string thing playing in the background
truly conveys a sense of supernatural longing aching love loss
the sirens were creatures from the odyssey
with beautiful voices whose song was irresistible
they lured sailors to the island where they died upon the rocks….
of course
our hero odysseus wanted/needed to hear these songs for himself
his sailors stuffed their ears with beeswax
while odysseus
was tied to his ships mast so he can listen
my whole life i have wondered
what these terrible songs must have sounded like
what incredible words must they have sung to him
this song turns things around
it is a song TO the siren
rather than a song BY them
the odyssey metaphor is kept up through the song
with its marine lyrics
“the shipless oceans”
“as riddled as the tide”
“now my foolish boat is leaning”
etc
and the song works on many levels of meaning
as all good songs should
including the ultra strange question
“were you hare when i was fox?”
all filled with such sad bewildered unfulfilled desire
“oh my heart, oh my heart shies from the sorrow”
this song captured me the first time i heard it 26 years ago
and it still holds me to this very day
bleak lonely desolate just like odysseus’ long journey home
sacred majestic magical stuff
the video on youtube is so so
youre better off to just hear it
and imagine the awful love which inspired this amazing piece
odysseus says :
“this was the sweet song the Sirens sang
and my heart was filled with such longing to listen
that i ordered my men to set me free, gesturing with my eyebrows
but they swung forward over their oars and rowed ahead
and they jumped up and tightened my ropes and added more…”
circe the witch who was odysseus’ lover warns :
“there is no homecoming for the man who draws near them unawares
and hears their voices
no welcome from his wife
no little children brightening at their fathers return…”
wow!
god how i would love to hear those songs
incredible!

sacred songs : atlantis

remember that bit in my biographywhere i’m walking down the school hall at lunchtimeand i hear a kid playing the guitarand i blah blah blah blahyeahwell the song the kid was playing was called atlantishe taught me the chords too (my first chord progression!)they are C D F C Gi felt as if i had learnt a spellthe spell still has not worn offeven after 40 yearsnow most pop music is a load of old rubbish uh huh aint it the truthmeaningless tripe knocked out to try n make a buckthe kinda thing you listen to once and never againhowever once in a while someone writes something so good n powerfulit can stay with ya forever n foreveratlantis by donovan is such a songin spades my my oh my wordi always liked donovan he was a big influence on my uber-hero marc bolanwhen i first heard this song back in 69 or 70 it floored mea feeling of sacredness pervades the simple chordsdonovan starts talking over the gentle strummingthe most beautiful delicate scottish accent imaginablehe rolls his Rs and the whole thing has an air of the most confidential informationthe continent of atlantis was an islandwhich lay before the great floodin the area we now call the atlantic ocean…(welli was instantly hookedhe goes on to amazingly tell the story of atlantis so succinctlyas a piano chimes in playing the wistful melody)so great an area of land that those beautiful sailors journeyed to the north and south americas with easein their ships with painted sailsto the east africa was her neighbour across a short strait of sea milesthe great egyptian age is but a remnant of atlantean culture…(yes it is …ask herodotus !)the narrative continues:the ante diluvian kings colonised the worldall the gods who play in the mythological dramasin all legends […]

remember that bit in my biography
where i’m walking down the school hall at lunchtime
and i hear a kid playing the guitar
and i blah blah blah blah
yeah
well the song the kid was playing was called atlantis
he taught me the chords too (my first chord progression!)
they are C D F C G
i felt as if i had learnt a spell
the spell still has not worn off
even after 40 years
now most pop music is a load of old rubbish
uh huh aint it the truth
meaningless tripe knocked out to try n make a buck
the kinda thing you listen to once and never again
however
once in a while someone writes something so good n powerful
it can stay with ya forever n forever
atlantis by donovan is such a song
in spades my my oh my word
i always liked donovan
he was a big influence on my uber-hero marc bolan
when i first heard this song back in 69 or 70 it floored me
a feeling of sacredness pervades the simple chords
donovan starts talking over the gentle strumming
the most beautiful delicate scottish accent imaginable
he rolls his Rs
and the whole thing has an air of the most confidential information
the continent of atlantis was an island
which lay before the great flood
in the area we now call the atlantic ocean…
(well
i was instantly hooked
he goes on to amazingly tell the story of atlantis so succinctly
as a piano chimes in playing the wistful melody)
so great an area of land that those beautiful sailors
journeyed to the north and south americas with ease
in their ships with painted sails
to the east africa was her neighbour across a short strait of sea miles
the great egyptian age is but a remnant of atlantean culture…
(yes it is …ask herodotus !)
the narrative continues:
the ante diluvian kings colonised the world
all the gods who play in the mythological dramas
in all legends from all lands were from fair atlantis
(all spoken so carefully in that wonderful soft accent)
knowing her fate
atlantis sent out ships to the four corners of the world
on board were the 12
the poet the physician the farmer the scientist the magician
and the other so called gods of our legends
tho gods they were
and as the elders of our time choose to remain blind
let us rejoice and lets us sing and dance
and ring in the new
HAIL ATLANTIS!
this is followed by a good old fashioned hey jude ending
with pounding drums and piano and electric guitar
while donovan sings
way down below the ocean where i wanna be she may be
fucking brilliant!
meaningful
longing
great tune
great production
and sending me off into an atlantean obsession
wow
imagine if all the stuff you heard on the radio was like this…
and it was in the charts….!
life changing pop music…whooda thunk it?
now go n download it if ya aint got it
and dig this fairly accurate history of atlantis
in the shape of a 4 minute spell

very busy

last nite played in band for jimmy little famous indigenous oldtime aust singer was given awardat some big do here in sydneytemper trap rightly won an award for their marvellous sweet dispositionthe usual bloated ratbags and music biz parasites were thererabbiting on with their usual codswallopwho cares?but hurrah for jimmy and hurrah for the temper trap!jeffrey cain arrives in under a week and we will do some swimming and some singing and knock out isidore 2have just been offered a great part in a brand new very funny musicalwill let you know more as details come to handmartin k n i have put the wraps on new kk its finished and its a corker!!many other goodies in pipeline stay tunedwatch this spacesteve-0


last nite played in band for jimmy little
famous indigenous oldtime aust singer was given award
at some big do here in sydney
temper trap rightly won an award for their marvellous sweet disposition
the usual bloated ratbags and music biz parasites were there
rabbiting on with their usual codswallop
who cares?
but hurrah for jimmy and hurrah for the temper trap!
jeffrey cain arrives in under a week and we will do some swimming
and some singing and knock out isidore 2
have just been offered a great part in a brand new very funny musical
will let you know more as details come to hand
martin k n i have put the wraps on new kk
its finished and its a corker!!
many other goodies in pipeline stay tuned
watch this space
steve-0

hierophant for hire

*its too early to telli cast my fate in the sandthe sea is calmthe sky is blue and greymy eyes see through youwinter solsticewho will you resurrect?i walk forever on this strandthe gulls squabble the tiny waves leave foammusic plays in my head as alwayswords come into mindthe shortest day of the yearnight threatens daythe king in checkthe queen moves along her most convenient diagonalpath of least resistance…as is her wantonness….the pawns oblivious as usualthe bishops ….oh what a crooked bunchthey burn joan of arcthey burn wendy the white witchthey burn your mother and your sisterthe knights…ha ha on some wild goose chase through the forestlancelot in ms guineveres chamber with his trusty swordgalahad all golden lost in lyonessesir parsifal tries to staunch the blood of the fishy kingsir isaac newton battling gravity sir mick jagger poncing about like a ninnymeanwhile your narrator lonely at the topthe temptation of st stevenmartyred by the slings n arrows of outrageous 4tunestaggering neath the waitwords music paintings fill my echoing skullchip on my shoulder coated in ancient greasemy enchantment undonei strip off my armourand languish in chapel perilousi fail the test again n againmy own external exam3 x 7 = 21 * tarot card by my dear friend MEM


*
its too early to tell
i cast my fate in the sand
the sea is calm
the sky is blue and grey
my eyes see through you
winter solstice
who will you resurrect?
i walk forever on this strand
the gulls squabble
the tiny waves leave foam
music plays in my head as always
words come into mind
the shortest day of the year
night threatens day
the king in check
the queen moves along her most convenient diagonal
path of least resistance…as is her wantonness….
the pawns oblivious as usual
the bishops ….oh what a crooked bunch
they burn joan of arc
they burn wendy the white witch
they burn your mother and your sister
the knights…ha ha
on some wild goose chase through the forest
lancelot in ms guineveres chamber with his trusty sword
galahad all golden lost in lyonesse
sir parsifal tries to staunch the blood of the fishy king
sir isaac newton battling gravity
sir mick jagger poncing about like a ninny
meanwhile your narrator lonely at the top
the temptation of st steven
martyred by the slings n arrows of outrageous 4tune
staggering neath the wait
words music paintings fill my echoing skull
chip on my shoulder coated in ancient grease
my enchantment undone
i strip off my armour
and languish in chapel perilous
i fail the test again n again
my own external exam
3 x 7 = 21

* tarot card by my dear friend MEM

elysium

rest in piecessome otherworldsome before n afterlifewind sings in the reedsreeds sing in the windeverything i touch turns to spiritno winter herethe forest is alivethe waving fields of wheat and barley golden summer day stretch endlessly purple summer night move through me friend, swim in cool lakes of dream etruscan wifeshe tramples the bursting grape horses crop the grass contentedlymy scars heal leaving a silver mark on the brown skinmy children play out there in the duski can hear their plainsongi can feel their pleasurethe different stars shine in the skythe different birds sing in the different treesmidnight comes without darknessnoon arrives without its heatmercy in my hands to bestowpatience in my heart to choosemy patron goddess hidden in clear viewpallas athena swift as lightmove towards me smiling stilllily white eyes black as nighthair lustrous falling in coils of jetwielding wisdom as her shieldevenings of marvelmornings of grace

rest in pieces
some otherworld
some before n afterlife
wind sings in the reeds
reeds sing in the wind
everything i touch turns to spirit
no winter here
the forest is alive
the waving fields of wheat and barley
golden summer day stretch endlessly
purple summer night move through me
friend, swim in cool lakes of dream
etruscan wife
she tramples the bursting grape
horses crop the grass contentedly
my scars heal leaving a silver mark on the brown skin
my children play out there in the dusk
i can hear their plainsong
i can feel their pleasure
the different stars shine in the sky
the different birds sing in the different trees
midnight comes without darkness
noon arrives without its heat
mercy in my hands to bestow
patience in my heart to choose
my patron goddess hidden in clear view
pallas athena swift as light
move towards me smiling still
lily white
eyes black as night
hair lustrous falling in coils of jet
wielding wisdom as her shield
evenings of marvel
mornings of grace

sugar bloom

soft succinct and sweetsugar bloomthrough cold clear water i swim as if in dreamionian sea or astral soul riverwhere my muse doth waitwhispering wordless words only i can hearspirit come and take me nowoh spirit come and fill me nowdark matter intoxication null and voidi have wasted these 55now i stand here empty handed outside this doori cannot pound it downi cannot find my way ini am freezing out here in this outsidei knock and knock half heartedlyinside the 4 chambers my muse lies waiting patiently for mehavent i given thee enough? she dreams to meyou never worked for even one of my gifts… she gently chidesso why then do you now bang bang bang on the door to my chambers?i fumble in my pockets for some keyi roar and whimper and call her nameless namesthe names she has always had all my lives all my days youre trying too hard she admonishes let it be easy as its always beentry not to grasp and gasp and blow your chances mindbelieve and believe and trust and trustoh its so close nowoh its still so far awayshe smiles i see her smile of invisibilityi hear her melodious laughyes she saysi think this time you really might make ithow? i asksacrifice everything ! comes the answer in my chances mindeverything? i askoh it will all be returned one thousandfold …her voice very faint nowlike a thought that lingers fleetinglylike a childhood memory of being so warm and safelike falling in love with lifelike hearing the most beautiful musicas if from an impossible distanceas if coming from all directionslike krsnas flute in the twilight junglelike jesus lovely laugh in the aromatic gardenlike aslans mighty songthat awoke all thingson the very first day


soft succinct and sweet
sugar bloom
through cold clear water i swim as if in dream
ionian sea or astral soul river
where my muse doth wait
whispering wordless words only i can hear
spirit come and take me now
oh spirit come and fill me now
dark matter intoxication null and void
i have wasted these 55
now i stand here empty handed outside this door
i cannot pound it down
i cannot find my way in
i am freezing out here in this outside
i knock and knock half heartedly
inside the 4 chambers my muse lies waiting patiently for me
havent i given thee enough? she dreams to me
you never worked for even one of my gifts… she gently chides
so why then do you now bang bang bang on the door to my chambers?
i fumble in my pockets for some key
i roar and whimper and call her nameless names
the names she has always had
all my lives all my days
youre trying too hard she admonishes
let it be easy as its always been
try not to grasp and gasp and blow your chances mind
believe and believe and trust and trust
oh its so close now
oh its still so far away
she smiles
i see her smile of invisibility
i hear her melodious laugh
yes she says
i think this time you really might make it
how? i ask
sacrifice everything ! comes the answer in my chances mind
everything? i ask
oh it will all be returned one thousandfold …her voice very faint now
like a thought that lingers fleetingly
like a childhood memory of being so warm and safe
like falling in love with life
like hearing the most beautiful music
as if from an impossible distance
as if coming from all directions
like krsnas flute in the twilight jungle
like jesus lovely laugh in the aromatic garden
like aslans mighty song
that awoke all things
on the very first day

christian wolf

a friend of little girls and their grandmothers i roam these gloomy woodsin my wolfsuitgrowling and howlingoh heel you dirty dogfur all flecked with greyalways hungryin these forests of saxony and prussiamy long yellow-white teeth same colour as moonmy black eyes which shine no lightdevouring pilgrims in a single bitemy rough tongue which licks you rawmy lupine mind outside the dooras still as this i hide under your bed its 1215how i love your bonesloose in the convent salivating and waitinghunted for my pelti melt into the snowi feel no coldpadding silently away to feast another daycome good doctori bet you taste so niceand woodcutters your axes blunti dont think i movei jump with a mighty leap on the back of the slowest sheepand i creep towards you in your sleepmy poor paws with their bastard clawsmy tongue so long and redamongst the pines amongst the weedsdribble as the young knight bleedsno trap could hold memy jaws clamp shutoh little princess in this dark placegaze with horror‘pon my faceyour friars your priests your men-at-armsyour saviour on the crossyour bishops in aachen your kings at massyour mother says her parrot prayersyour brothers rushing down the stairshe’ll have my guts on this he swearsi know a little cave you could get warmi’ll take you there…no i insist…look its really no trouble..please follow me the evening close is falling down so swiftlyand i’m starvingi’m ravenousi’m as empty as all helli need to feedyou need to resti know whats bestyou’d do as well…mmmmokdeliciousin my dingly dell

a friend of little girls and their grandmothers
i roam these gloomy woods
in my wolfsuit
growling and howling
oh heel you dirty dog
fur all flecked with grey
always hungry
in these forests of saxony and prussia
my long yellow-white teeth same colour as moon
my black eyes which shine no light
devouring pilgrims in a single bite
my rough tongue which licks you raw
my lupine mind outside the door
as still as this i hide
under your bed
its 1215
how i love your bones
loose in the convent
salivating and waiting
hunted for my pelt
i melt into the snow
i feel no cold
padding silently away
to feast another day
come good doctor
i bet you taste so nice
and woodcutters
your axes blunt
i dont think
i move
i jump with a mighty leap on the back of the slowest sheep
and i creep towards you in your sleep
my poor paws with their bastard claws
my tongue so long and red
amongst the pines amongst the weeds
dribble as the young knight bleeds
no trap could hold me
my jaws clamp shut
oh little princess in this dark place
gaze with horror
‘pon my face
your friars your priests your men-at-arms
your saviour on the cross
your bishops in aachen
your kings at mass
your mother says her parrot prayers
your brothers rushing down the stairs
he’ll have my guts on this he swears
i know a little cave you could get warm
i’ll take you there…no i insist…look its really no trouble..
please follow me
the evening close is falling down so swiftly
and i’m starving
i’m ravenous
i’m as empty as all hell
i need to feed
you need to rest
i know whats best
you’d do as well…
mmmm
ok
delicious
in my dingly dell

rockwiz finale

in this photo clare bowditch, adalita and your ‘umble ‘ero rockwiz the live show is overive got a complete doco up my sleeve but that’ll be for my newimpending mega-site ….eh, kip mcc?itll have footage backstage onstage etc etc the rock wiz people are amazingthe crew were amazingthe rock wiz orkestra …crikey what a band….!my fellow singers…what a great bunchthe audiences were too kind and just fantasticthe whole experience was fucking groovyeveryone so cool n calmnot one jerk not one grumpy tossernot one idiotplease have me backi loved itit was a breath of fresh airmelby was a great place to finishvika bull was a dream to sing with her voice always in tune and strongi had a balla very very happy camper i amlove to allsteve-0


in this photo clare bowditch, adalita and your ‘umble ‘ero

rockwiz the live show is over
ive got a complete doco up my sleeve but that’ll be for my new
impending mega-site ….eh, kip mcc?
itll have footage backstage onstage etc etc

the rock wiz people are amazing
the crew were amazing
the rock wiz orkestra …crikey what a band….!
my fellow singers…what a great bunch
the audiences were too kind and just fantastic
the whole experience was fucking groovy
everyone so cool n calm
not one jerk
not one grumpy tosser
not one idiot
please have me back
i loved it
it was a breath of fresh air
melby was a great place to finish
vika bull was a dream to sing with
her voice always in tune and strong
i had a ball
a very very happy camper i am
love to all
steve-0

double or nothing

eventuallyyou on your ownfooling round with a camera in an empty roomor being born againor walking along some pier stretching across leaden watersyou see people in restaurants drinking booze n eating cuisine nouveauyou see homeless wrecks shivering in the winter afternoonyou see the snobs and slobs and blobs the bits n bobsbetrayed delayed afraid calm now in determinationhysteria not for meflowery words wilting on the pagepromises become threatsi walk along and i laugh to myselfi walk along thru the endless agesthe son of mangetting warmer getting colderi need no onei need no food no drug no orgasm no moneyself contained self restrainedi look for nothingyet i see everythingi am a singer in a showi appear n i gosurrounded by flash and bangi am a stillpoint i look out at you alli sing from a million milesunder pressureburns a building downsplits a family in 2puts people on the streeti read my name in the papermy current name that isi realize more n more that is not meover a double barrelinside a double helixi sit with the performers and talki joke with the crewi pause in the limelightnever so weak or powerfuldouble your trouble back guaranteedisgracefully graceful i even confuse myselfhead on ismoh i only feel the coldgood calm coldthe grim winter the dumb summerthe double edged swordthe panther in his winteri’m not your 20th century man oh noan unknown in an unknown landits quiet i talk to myselffinally someone who makes sensemy double whispers in that drawling accenthalf english half australian half asleephalf lifedouble shotclear headedacross between fox and cati purr with my phlegmy enginemy calves sacrificed to the bitter windi cough up tearsi cry bloodi leave my body : a trial separationi wanted to be like everybody else but it was never ona unique nobody i blow down acland streetdouble […]


eventually
you on your own
fooling round with a camera in an empty room
or being born again
or walking along some pier stretching across leaden waters
you see people in restaurants drinking booze n eating cuisine nouveau
you see homeless wrecks shivering in the winter afternoon
you see the snobs and slobs and blobs the bits n bobs
betrayed delayed afraid
calm now in determination
hysteria not for me
flowery words wilting on the page
promises become threats
i walk along and i laugh to myself
i walk along thru the endless ages
the son of man
getting warmer getting colder
i need no one
i need no food no drug no orgasm no money
self contained self restrained
i look for nothing
yet i see everything
i am a singer in a show
i appear n i go
surrounded by flash and bang
i am a stillpoint
i look out at you all
i sing from a million miles
under pressure
burns a building down
splits a family in 2
puts people on the street
i read my name in the paper
my current name that is
i realize more n more that is not me
over a double barrel
inside a double helix
i sit with the performers and talk
i joke with the crew
i pause in the limelight
never so weak or powerful
double your trouble back guarantee
disgracefully graceful
i even confuse myself
head on ism
oh i only feel the cold
good calm cold
the grim winter
the dumb summer
the double edged sword
the panther in his winter
i’m not your 20th century man oh no
an unknown in an unknown land
its quiet i talk to myself
finally someone who makes sense
my double whispers in that drawling accent
half english half australian half asleep
half life
double shot
clear headed
across between fox and cat
i purr with my phlegmy engine
my calves sacrificed to the bitter wind
i cough up tears
i cry blood
i leave my body : a trial separation
i wanted to be like everybody else but it was never on
a unique nobody i blow down acland street
double back
buy a coffee
buy some time
double time
sick of women sick of men
double sick double cured
i licked smack
i smacked lick
i fought my own double
and was double whipped
i double and redouble your bid
my head is an entertainment centre
i book seats at my own show
black n white double features
orpheus comes n goes through mirrors
ulysses in his black beaked ship
siegfried drenched in dragon blood
joe schmoe at some karaoke night
good with words
bad with numbers
double 6 double 6 double 6
dabbles with doubles
i leave my body again
i leave your body again
i always loved jesus
i meet him in the darkening park
we sit in stony silence
until its time for me to go in
my mother calls me….listen :
steven…..
steven…..
i enter by the stage door
some grizzled ex angel nods and winks
fucking singers he thinks …what a joke….
i go down deep into the orchestra pit
where my lyre is waiting to tell its lies
music sweet music
sing us a song your the lyre man
and make it a double
and make it on the double
and then
double up
twice

orpheus in the undertrick

i sing the bloody eclectici sing the unsingable songi sing of crete and concrete and the discrete layers of lifei sing of the underworld and the overdrivei sing of hashish i sing of myrrhi sing of aphrodites ichori sing of enkidus furi sing of the garden now barredi sing of men ill-starredi sing of whores and virgins and hags and beautiesi sing the deepest song of the seven seasand the seven sealsand the seven dwarvesand seven years of bad luckand seventy seven sunset stripi sing of dillinger and derringer and delicates and doomi sing of zeus amon and white hippy moses and burning bushesi sing you asleepi sing you awakei sing to your skins and your heartsi sing of seances and ectoplasmi sing dimensions i sing spellsi sing unaccompanied i sing with birdsi sing badly i sing welli sing roughlyi sing smoothlyi sing and i croon and i shout it all outi sing even if no one listensi sing even if no one hearsi sing to the sailors and soldiersi sing to the head neck and shouldersi sing to the stones and the bouldersi sing to myself in the showeri sing and i vaguely can remember the poweri sing to arcturus to antares to sirius to andromedai sing childhood ini sing old age outi sing the chemical nuptialsi sing the storm i sing the calmi sing in the vibrating dawni sing wordlessi sing epic tales in sanskrit and greek and english and swedishi sing the mahabharata i sing the gospelsi sing dr seuss and dr dee and dr death and dr my eyesi sing with my heart i sing with my souli sing without remembering in amnesias black holdi sing to my mothers i sing to my brothersi sing to you and any othersi sing to macbeth and miranda and […]

i sing the bloody eclectic
i sing the unsingable song
i sing of crete and concrete and the discrete layers of life
i sing of the underworld and the overdrive
i sing of hashish i sing of myrrh
i sing of aphrodites ichor
i sing of enkidus fur
i sing of the garden now barred
i sing of men ill-starred
i sing of whores and virgins and hags and beauties
i sing the deepest song of the seven seas
and the seven seals
and the seven dwarves
and seven years of bad luck
and seventy seven sunset strip
i sing of dillinger and derringer and delicates and doom
i sing of zeus amon and white hippy moses and burning bushes
i sing you asleep
i sing you awake
i sing to your skins and your hearts
i sing of seances and ectoplasm
i sing dimensions i sing spells
i sing unaccompanied i sing with birds
i sing badly i sing well
i sing roughly
i sing smoothly
i sing and i croon and i shout it all out
i sing even if no one listens
i sing even if no one hears
i sing to the sailors and soldiers
i sing to the head neck and shoulders
i sing to the stones and the boulders
i sing to myself in the shower
i sing and i vaguely can remember the power
i sing to arcturus to antares to sirius to andromeda
i sing childhood in
i sing old age out
i sing the chemical nuptials
i sing the storm i sing the calm
i sing in the vibrating dawn
i sing wordless
i sing epic tales in sanskrit and greek and english and swedish
i sing the mahabharata i sing the gospels
i sing dr seuss and dr dee and dr death and dr my eyes
i sing with my heart i sing with my soul
i sing without remembering in amnesias black hold
i sing to my mothers i sing to my brothers
i sing to you and any others
i sing to macbeth and miranda and to lear and round here
i sing the milky way and i sing the hard way
and i sing the old ways and old days
i sing the hits and misses
i sing young and old
i sing and i stop and i sing once again
i sing glam classical mineral gnostic and inner country
i sing with gb3 and the 3 fates and the 3 norns
i sing sometimes with my 2 horns
i sing hell and i sing well and i sing in one fell swoop
i sing bohemia i sing in my deleria
i sing in the school cafeteria
i sing in corpuscles and bacteria
i sing in sickness and in health
in poverty and in wealth
i sing in this life in last life in everylife
i sing everyman i sing for no one
i sing for profit prophet and for fucking fun
i sing as i come undone
i sing U#23 i sing only for me
i sing for thee
i sing and i begin
i sing anything everything
i sing what no one else can or will sing
i sing for eurydice i sing for medea
i sing for my supper and i sing on some upper
i sing in my slippers
i sing for day trippers and night riders
i sing the hurt inside us
i sing as my muse bids
i sing for the bedsit kids
i sing soundless and groundless and endless
i sing the sacred i sing the ephemeral
i sing the horrible and the terrible
i sing to keep the outside out
and the inside in
i sing of virtue and sin
i sing of cabbages and kings
and whether pigs have wings
and i sing the things the darkness will bring
and when its all over
still
even then
i sing

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