The Saracens in Flight (Song/Poem/Guitar Idea)


Sifting round for musical ideas.


Black sand shivers

Dog star glimmers

Sapphire silence

Subtle violence

The Saracens in flight

Lamps are burning

Sacred yearning

For the ending of the light

Bones are dancing turning engines

(Crystalline machinery)

Of the rite

The Saracens in flight

False so called is all this wisdom

True it never was a thing

Here beneath the ruined kingdom

Lay the bones of scarlet king

The Saracens in flight

For the aeon is upon us

At the crossroads

Of Lemuria and Kyuss

Rise o sleeprs from abodes

Join the chorus

Of the hawk-wind

Screeching cross this seabed dry

The Saracens in flight

Restored flesh

Infused with spirit

Fresh like dew

Without limit

Sands they drew

From the beginning

Set the leaning

Hour glass aright

The Saracens in flight


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Stumble Schmaltz (Song)

 

 

 


 

Wasted days and golden rays of sunshine

When will I rise and tow the drowning line

Long blonde hair

Wicker chair

And

Summer wine

This malaise

The milieu

It won’t be fine

Wasted days and golden rays of sunshine

Dew is rollin by all the time

And

The crow it flies

And

The crow it lies

Dead upon the ground

I hear the sweet sound of Jenny’s laughter

All these pleasant things that we’ve been after

 

The browning in the sun

The warfare has begun

And

I’m getting on

As the days are growing long

 

Hours

Our

Hours

For miles

Of stinking pavements

And

dirty shoes

For miles

Of stinking pavements

And

Moody blues

 

Well now

Which path would you choose

I would ask the crow

He did not respond

He just laid there

And

His bones

They did sow

A recompense of sorts

He found his divination

In these cruel cruel desserts

 

Ah

Wasted days

Wasted days and golden rays of sunshine

When will I rise and tow the drowning line


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Collapse (SongPoem)


i was waitin i was wishin for the floor to fall out from under me

i was waiting yea waitin just so as i could see

the pitch black sky and the the brilliant stars

come to swallow me

o girl o honey girl

did you ever feel

the way that the floor rest on aeons of decay

is it real

is it real

ist it all too real

and free

yea the way

o the way

that youre so far from me

even as

i touch your lips with mine

i am leaving you are leaving we are leaving

for it all

till the ceiling and the flooring

break apart and call

to phone in

yet another forever

puttin up their feet at the hospital of never

o o the way

that its so far from us

i was waitin i was wishin for the floor to fall out from under me

i was waiting yea waitin just so as i could see

the pitch black sky and the the brilliant stars


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2012 Wine, New Laptop, Some Japan Trivia, and a Tune (Vlog)

 


Odds and ends ranging from a discussion of a new bit of gear that has that old bit of Malware called Windows installed. Why I’m probably going to use it for at least a year despite the excellence of the Linux desktop environment. And then I literally do a song and dance. Minus the dance. Unless you count my justifying of my heretical OS decision to be a sort of dance. Which it is. In which case. The protestants are right you know… Dancing leads to hell.


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Sweet Uncertainty (Violin, Voice, and Guitar)


The mix and render was a touch rough but yea..here’s the lyrics

Ooooo oooo

Sweet uncertainty

Bring another gift to me

Ooooo ooooo

I am so loose

My wings

Angles obtuse

So rings

Sweet

 Yea sweeet

Yea my sweet

Uncertainty

 

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Ever Forward (Guitar/Violin Bminorish)


Rejoice for I have spared you my caterwauling. It’s purely instrumental caterwauling tonight. Having the damnedst time trying to gather my time into neat enough bundles to bring a decent soup to a boil. Mayhaps this coming week will yield heartier fare. Carry on.


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O Flower ~ (Poem – Song- Thing) w/Violin Woohoo – I still Can’t Sing


Will probably put up an instrumental version cause the vocals are so ghastly. I kept them in mostly because the timing of this crap take was better than anything I could come up with this evening. I’m satisfied with the violin and can tolerate the guitar. I’m putting this steam of consciousness in because it’s what I do.


The driving rain
It fell into the
Well
Through the rock
That I broke
With
All I had to sell
For a cahnce
To catch
Heavens
Tears
Fill me up
With the awry years
Till I burst into the river
Till we all reach the sea

Percolating through the soil
Springing branches
And the dewdrops are braking through the rock
Little dewdrops are
Braking through the
Braking through the rock

Bursting through the soil
Blossom yet another canyon for forward
O dew
O flower


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