some weird infection got me the other night freezing and boiling and recoiling in horror i lie in bed and follow rivulets of reverie in deep dark places i come across the strangest things i exchange information the banging in my head continues i hobble around my much vaunted vim dimly remembered
fuck
some weird infection got me the other night
freezing and boiling and recoiling in horror
i lie in bed and follow rivulets of reverie
in deep dark places i come across the strangest things
i exchange information
the banging in my head continues
i hobble around
my much vaunted vim dimly remembered
as this century begins to rush by whilst slowing drab hours into years i pause and wait for the next thing to say i cause and placate and sing for today i call upon the melody of the moonish lark unfurling her stratospheric elegy in a mourning sky how i would love to climb up there into the realm she promises but there are no women drinking or gambling on the premisses and on the premise of all these things i began to sang and sings about the sea lyin’ beneath this sand in another time and in another land i would put my hands together and pray for that ray on demand and the secret transmission of yoga that emanates attracting all animals of the spectrum the red setter the blue finch the gold fish the black cat the whitest horse snorted up with derision i am everything at once a diagram of what i could be humble men dont say they are humble so how do i say how humble i am? humble as a tiny krill be sucked into some whales maw humble as the jumbled jimbo in the bath dreaming further and further away yeah i too have seen these crystal scenes of eastern architecture in the darkness as your lungs just become slower and shallower seized by the seas tranquilities you follow a whisper to your own doom whose hand in that night was laid upon my shoulder and who guided my footsteps to the shore of life..? out there in space and in my wilderness drifting over the pharaohs tombs in another egypt the sight of myself in my daughters eyes the shift of good and evil trick of perception a dance or a game it will always hurt to love sang the women […]
singer poor eyes
as this century begins to rush by
whilst slowing drab hours into years
i pause and wait for the next thing to say
i cause and placate and sing for today
i call upon the melody of the moonish lark
unfurling her stratospheric elegy in a mourning sky
how i
would love to climb up there into the realm she promises
but there are no women drinking or gambling on the premisses
and on the premise of all these things i began to sang
and sings about the sea lyin’ beneath this sand
in another time and in another land
i would put my hands together and pray for that ray on demand
and the secret transmission of yoga
that emanates attracting all animals of the spectrum
the red setter
the blue finch
the gold fish
the black cat
the whitest horse snorted up with derision
i am everything at once a diagram of what i could be
humble men dont say they are humble
so how do i say how humble i am?
humble as a tiny krill be sucked into some whales maw
humble as the jumbled jimbo in the bath
dreaming further and further away
yeah i too have seen these crystal scenes of eastern architecture
in the darkness as your lungs just become slower and shallower
seized by the seas tranquilities
you follow a whisper to your own doom
whose hand in that night was laid upon my shoulder
and who guided my footsteps to the shore of life..?
out there in space and in my wilderness
drifting over the pharaohs tombs in another egypt
the sight of myself in my daughters eyes
the shift of good and evil
trick of perception
a dance or a game
it will always hurt to love sang the women with me
my reverie gone i am revealed as wanting
a chorus follows me around an immediate mirror
i sing now from truth beaten around a little
imagine the stupidest lie recontextualized as a killer line
a gun that blows even ghosts away
imagine the world outside no longer is there
we are together in this song so light heartedly
and then wonder again
at tiniest things
he sings of these
forever please you
picking up momentum secrets only slowly reveal so many memories a long eventful life all those w0rds i write going round up n down in the pool again another day will pass music children painting more life more to live in my quiet room where i work work work play play play closer to the sea courtyard with floorboards and little plants rain gently falls my dreams will be amazing tonight i think symbolic and prophetic and gone by morning tuesday ruby red will rise from a green sea no one bothers me or bothers about me here so quiet my daughters are all delightful every single one what a blessing every day they all amaze me i hope i dream of some of them at least let me dream of children i knew half a century ago yet here i am still fired by some vigour my mind and energy burn on and on intensity and focus increase let me sink into black slumber where naked velvet flesh downy and fresh cushioning my endless fall from grace with the face of a fox tell me that a spirit honours me with its whispered words the rainy courtyard is drip drip dripping buddhas and shrubs in some soft light from windows i feel a sacred connection to the night outside grateful for this peaceful room i will lay down and let my furtive mind wander in the dormant and deep turmoil of sleep
uncaptioned
picking up momentum
secrets only slowly reveal
so many memories
a long eventful life
all those w0rds i write going round
up n down in the pool again
another day will pass
music children painting
more life more to live
in my quiet room
where i work work work
play play play
closer to the sea
courtyard with floorboards and little plants
rain gently falls
my dreams will be amazing tonight i think
symbolic and prophetic and gone by morning
tuesday ruby red will rise from a green sea
no one bothers me or bothers about me here
so quiet
my daughters are all delightful
every single one what a blessing
every day they all amaze me
i hope i dream of some of them at least
let me dream of children i knew half a century ago
yet here i am still fired by some vigour
my mind and energy burn on and on
intensity and focus increase
let me sink into black slumber
where naked velvet flesh downy and fresh
cushioning my endless fall from grace
with the face of a fox tell me that
a spirit honours me with its whispered words
the rainy courtyard is drip drip dripping
buddhas and shrubs in some soft light from windows
i feel a sacred connection to the night outside
grateful for this peaceful room
i will lay down and let my furtive mind wander
in the dormant and deep turmoil of sleep
on the bottom of the old white pool winter swimming for endorphin fix i ever the junky endorphin fix from twenty minutes of cold sea water is something baby it aint nothing man after that i sit out there and drink a coffee i am blissed out on my own neurotonics and wow every now and then i see a beautiful thing winter arrives like a cold strumpet in my room am i really in telepathic contact with some animals or am i losing my mind? i bought some thing sweet and i ate too much i wish i could work harder i think about about god and death a lot five daughters are treasures i will bequeath for a better world last night i listen to F/D fuck! i must not say too much i’m doing a painting i think about jesus i think how much he would despise abbot and those guys its so obvious have they ever read the bits about looking after yer fellow man? my thoughts are distracted by the model sopwith camel Chris b gave me a book of indian tattoo i will comb through to see if i can recontextualise a buddhist prayer deck from H Heart i pull a card at random people this is what it says those whose minds are filled with compassion will never enter a world dark with woes. no real harm will ever come to anyone who protects all living beings and shows them kindness so i love my buddha i love my krsna i love my jesus i love the god of my understanding not evolution not jehovah creationism i dont imagine you are ready for the totality of my god i dont imagine for one minute i am either but i have glimpsed i have […]
photo of me
on the bottom of the old white pool
winter swimming for endorphin fix i ever the junky
endorphin fix from twenty minutes of cold sea water is something baby
it aint nothing
man after that i sit out there and drink a coffee
i am blissed out on my own neurotonics and wow
every now and then i see a beautiful thing
winter arrives like a cold strumpet in my room
am i really in telepathic contact with some animals
or am i losing my mind?
i bought some thing sweet and i ate too much
i wish i could work harder
i think about about god and death a lot
five daughters are treasures i will bequeath for a better world
last night i listen to F/D
fuck!
i must not say too much
i’m doing a painting
i think about jesus
i think how much he would despise abbot and those guys
its so obvious
have they ever read the bits about looking after yer fellow man?
my thoughts are distracted by the model sopwith camel Chris b gave me
a book of indian tattoo i will comb through to see if i can recontextualise
a buddhist prayer deck from H Heart
i pull a card at random
people this is what it says
those whose minds are
filled with compassion
will never enter a world dark with woes.
no real harm will ever
come to anyone who
protects all living beings
and shows them kindness
so i love my buddha
i love my krsna
i love my jesus
i love the god of my understanding
not evolution
not jehovah creationism
i dont imagine you are ready for the totality of my god
i dont imagine for one minute i am either
but i have glimpsed
i have felt
something so fucking brilliant and so fucking compassionate
we are it
it is us
we are all one and separation is an illusion
yes but how to actualise that
i see some smarmy rich dressed up businessman type waddling along
i say to myself i love this man i love this man
some voice in my head going
like fuck you love this man..! you gotta be kidding me!
god says to me tell them this then
everything was and always will be here
our imperishable souls cannot be touched
we learning kid we learning
god says if you really want to work for me go ahead
that bass guitar of yours is a holy instrument capable of transmitting joy
with your words you can describe me forever and yet never come close
the creation of music and art
this gorgeous act of prayer and a wing
that white sheet of paper
that finger on the first note
the first word of your most achingly lovely song
let this heal those who are listening
fucking hell i have given them clues for the last 35 years
smoke some dope and listen to my music
there is sometimes something in there especially for you
you gotta wade through all those songs
but i digress
F/D will soon emerge
all will be revealed
i stake everything my judgement on this one roll
here it is
it took me until now to be able to be part of a record like this
all your preconceptions are mostly wrong
no one anticipated this
some beautiful muse guided all my actions
the band played on and on
we entered a creative realm where we mined songs from other universes
i mean how could some of this not be written before now?
familiar yet peculiar .
the record and sound has more layers that reveal and reveal
you will not be able to take it all in on first listen
you will only know that we have made one hell of a good record
soon you will begin to love it
we all stepped back and let this music in
the words were written in a secret book a strange angel gave me inner dream
how could i have written some of these couplets? where did they come from?
how did 4 musicians stumble across these lovely new but old songs
i dunno
i’m otherwise just a humble bloke in his humble room
humble except i happen to be on a roll and i know this is good
its like something that is purring along so fucking smoothly
walloping and caressing
warm and edgy
the whole record is a paradox
still i cannot explain it
i know a lot of you are dubious
i dont blame you
its hard to wait another few months before we can let it out
meanwhile
i swim
i do yoga
i hang out with my kids
i watch say lou lou and feel a deep parental pride that is surprising
because i am a cynical old bastard
i weep for ll the atrocities committed during last week
and all the atrocities that will come no doubt for the next seven days
the fucking idiots that run this stupid world
the beautiful cats like kip and JT and DR who make you have faith
the children
the future
room for every creature to live their life in peace
grant everything the mercy you would have god grant you
meanwhile F/D is gonna rocknroll your tiny world my friends
wait n see
you gonna love it or else!
all these options are driving me crazy like some dumb stratocaster towering above me its hearsay the crowd used to love me alive i was pulling it all in i was tapped deep into the arcane shrubbery my legs all rubbery my hands were slippered in gloves of satinate sequinned eyes of philip in virtual miles i am taller than your house nestled into its hill i visited the king in his exile-ish thing hes down by the sand in a shack he built with his bear hand the yoga and the sea did their magic on me in fragile caves jesus saves my soul in vast universes of blue light the maintainer still holds back the oncoming night in the wing or song of some bird i have heard in a handshake in a dark place surrounded by shadows in rushing trains and planes that shoot down lines in the little girls heart a warm place for her dear father alone in my room that i sit in as slumber beckons i need nothing i have nothing i will become in the blackness of dreams i will fly jungles and cities old black cat inside a hollow dome my old home away from alone
empty frame of fame
all these options are driving me crazy
like some dumb stratocaster towering above me
its hearsay the crowd used to love me alive
i was pulling it all in
i was tapped deep into the arcane shrubbery my legs all rubbery
my hands were slippered in gloves of satinate sequinned eyes of philip
in virtual miles i am taller than your house nestled into its hill
i visited the king in his exile-ish thing
hes down by the sand in a shack he built with his bear hand
the yoga and the sea did their magic on me
in fragile caves jesus saves my soul
in vast universes of blue light
the maintainer still holds back the oncoming night
in the wing or song of some bird i have heard
in a handshake in a dark place surrounded by shadows
in rushing trains and planes that shoot down lines
in the little girls heart a warm place for her dear father
alone in my room that i sit in as slumber beckons
i need nothing i have nothing i will become
in the blackness of dreams i will fly jungles and cities
old black cat inside a hollow dome
my old home away from alone
***************************************************************** now im in my room by the sea mercy and happiness following me close the door theres nothing to see now im in my room by the sea
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now im in my room by the sea
mercy and happiness following me
close the door theres nothing to see
now im in my room by the sea
************************************************************ ******** ***** *** i deal in spirit the heaviest element white shot of soul in the heart of everyman my ace of gods babbling in my mind (the good brook) as creation whirls around vishnu at 33 and a 3rd RPM i am in between the muses and the pineals i hover between mind and body nowhere to be found oh embrace the paradox and get over it..! the sexy rocknroll christs getting hammered for love lucid holy ghost dream your nails rip open my hand your tortured eyes always depicted nephilim blue but how to connect you with these teaming galaxies..? sweet personal kid who comes as buddha or krsna buddha says yes there are gods but all must fall down krsna says come walk with me in the these brilliant pastures of flamingo and swan i took care of everything and eternity is guaranteed talitha baby child om shanti forever i am yoked to this universe i am hooked on the stars in the most marvellous language i sing worlds into life i believe in everything as all belief in me my lovely god a handsome devil he moves in wonder emanating sublime continuums with bio-tech miracles fashioning creatures to admire the scenery thus he sneaks up on himself to try to dig this sacred earth the tiny eyes see for themselves the clouds and the seas it is nothing to me that they do not believe
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i deal in spirit the heaviest element
************************************************ ************************************* *********************** writhing snake head of storm the gushing wind the burning water droplets fallen from the skys fire the barbarian night finds me sworded the tawdry lord of castled tower blocked shadow sun liege lady linger in fading light the evaporation and condensation of sweet love arrow winged words piercing hold of desire a stars gravity has sucked you in you never pay because its a free fall crumbled civilization ground down into powder the one who screams truth is the biggest liar god inside you think of it yoga or magic both have a secret agenda suddenly you break into another realm the morning will be a bitch but thats how it is the night approaches in black cloaked immunity invisibly slipping between dream sheets my etheric body the red flash within a dark space the heart pumps hot ichor round beyond all eyes travelling faster than speed hurtling out of nowhere and then gone life in disguise life in the canopy life in charge life mysterious and fragile life as it is on earth
titanium obrien
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writhing snake head of storm
the gushing wind
the burning water droplets fallen from the skys fire
the barbarian night finds me sworded
the tawdry lord of castled tower blocked shadow sun
liege lady linger in fading light
the evaporation and condensation of sweet love
arrow winged words piercing hold of desire
a stars gravity has sucked you in
you never pay because its a free fall
crumbled civilization ground down into powder
the one who screams truth is the biggest liar
god inside you think of it
yoga or magic
both have a secret agenda
suddenly you break into another realm
the morning will be a bitch but thats how it is
the night approaches in black cloaked immunity
invisibly slipping between dream sheets my etheric body
the red flash within a dark space
the heart pumps hot ichor round beyond all eyes
travelling faster than speed
hurtling out of nowhere and then gone
life in disguise
life in the canopy
life in charge
life mysterious and fragile
life as it is on earth
however tomorrow may come here it is still now the clocked toll beat understands the momentary loll my factory mind bashed out phrases like a bad fix on the veneer of some thunderbirded rod the falcon swings through the eastern streets the sky is irradiant and inflammable i crash and burn in the leaf that spirals around in the non wind a mention of forever quickly and forever is gone it cannot be reached or apprehended my beastly auto crashed the gear in the grinding traffic we were stuck in a car with the stuff nd someone jammed a needle on my favourite track in the snow and wilderness of a huge graveyard outside stockholm in a stolen car outside a factory by the train tracks everybody arguing everybody complaining everybody quiet in the wake of a white shot i look out the window at an endless winter the radio plays something faintly there was another life somewhere else people lived in the sun and surfed the aquatic billows but i was sitting here forever in the stolen car there was no movement behind my eyes a warm universe had opened up behind that universe lay incredible certainty and safety beyond the snow and the trains it got cold in the car but we just sat there in the softest snowflakes that melted in invisible implosion as they came into contact it was just before lunchtime perhaps it was tuesday the slow shudder of the tracks the distant planets pulling on me since birth head opened so help me voice muted dampened inside your ear intrepidly saying almost nothing except maybe listen!
saturated blah
however tomorrow may come
here it is still now
the clocked toll beat understands the momentary loll
my factory mind bashed out phrases
like a bad fix on the veneer of some thunderbirded rod
the falcon swings through the eastern streets
the sky is irradiant and inflammable
i crash and burn in the leaf that spirals around in the non wind
a mention of forever quickly and forever is gone
it cannot be reached or apprehended
my beastly auto crashed the gear in the grinding traffic
we were stuck in a car with the stuff
nd someone jammed a needle on my favourite track
in the snow and wilderness of a huge graveyard outside stockholm
in a stolen car outside a factory by the train tracks
everybody arguing everybody complaining
everybody quiet in the wake of a white shot
i look out the window at an endless winter
the radio plays something faintly
there was another life somewhere else
people lived in the sun and surfed the aquatic billows
but i was sitting here forever in the stolen car
there was no movement
behind my eyes a warm universe had opened up
behind that universe
lay incredible certainty and safety
beyond the snow and the trains
it got cold in the car but we just sat there
in the softest snowflakes that melted in invisible implosion
as they came into contact
it was just before lunchtime
perhaps it was tuesday
the slow shudder of the tracks
the distant planets pulling on me since birth
head opened so help me
voice muted dampened inside your ear
intrepidly saying almost nothing
except maybe
listen!
unable to align it or even define it the mechanical centre soft inside the rising sun moments of your life seem like a joke i smoke another broken bone just another bloke on the phoney i moan and i groan within my stone one month into winter i am isolated within think tank i hear so much talk about jesus i suppose he is walking about somewhere in the morning i am strong but as evening comes on i grow weaker and weaker the night is an arrow a leak in a sleeker beaker god the great scientist cooking it all up we made up some stupid rules that dont mean nothing i got a parking ticket at my own funeral dont suppose i have to pay it now the damn lamb of man the lion of aether heaven admit me and no readmission i petition saint peter who lives within the vegetal and call upon our lady among the aquatics dearest krsna who loves the sweet cows lady of the ache in greenest eire land my sister kathy trapped within another world gorgeous light of mahayana right the great vehicle which ushers us all through that beautiful door that door somewhere leading you back to somewhere you get on a bus one day or you walk away from school impatient like gazelles in holding cells apart the elegant element of mercury quicker and yet still dead excepting everything that still lives will swear a pledge to bring me back that giantess would not weep for my five hundred sins upon a salt encrusted rock outside a cave i smuggled stuff befuddled i am the man you see everyday at the shore oh my children gather round me each an enchantment some genie has blessed me in spades they say […]
illuminations
unable to align it or even define it the mechanical centre soft inside the rising sun moments of your life seem like a joke i smoke another broken bone just another bloke on the phoney i moan and i groan within my stone one month into winter i am isolated within think tank i hear so much talk about jesus i suppose he is walking about somewhere in the morning i am strong but as evening comes on i grow weaker and weaker the night is an arrow a leak in a sleeker beaker god the great scientist cooking it all up we made up some stupid rules that dont mean nothing i got a parking ticket at my own funeral dont suppose i have to pay it now the damn lamb of man the lion of aether heaven admit me and no readmission i petition saint peter who lives within the vegetal and call upon our lady among the aquatics dearest krsna who loves the sweet cows lady of the ache in greenest eire land my sister kathy trapped within another world gorgeous light of mahayana right the great vehicle which ushers us all through that beautiful door that door somewhere leading you back to somewhere you get on a bus one day or you walk away from school impatient like gazelles in holding cells apart the elegant element of mercury quicker and yet still dead excepting everything that still lives will swear a pledge to bring me back that giantess would not weep for my five hundred sins upon a salt encrusted rock outside a cave i smuggled stuff befuddled i am the man you see everyday at the shore oh my children gather round me each an enchantment some genie has blessed me in spades they say but now my drabness drowns me in grey my glib tongue falters like a poultice in my mouths wound my dangling limbs akimbo will we know the difference between nirvana and limbo..? but now sleep beckons and a dreamy oblivion i will spend on the run as the thing pursues me relentless ever vigilant in some crimson chamber within
