Dark Engines

by Bill Boethius & Dali's Car

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Bill and his Beefheartian crew take their pscyhedelic guitars towards the black rainbow.
Altogether darker, but still a chromatic outburst ensues.
Bill starts to use a Les Paul on this album - a low cost second hand Epiphone, to keep within his cheap guitars ethos.
This guitar helps him get thicker, darker tones.

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released December 17, 2016

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"The Dali of guitar noise".

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Track Name: Grim's Chariot
Grims Chariot

Skies morrow, fleecing clouds
Messages of the gods
Written in calligraphy unknown.
Runes, and mysterious sentinals,
Splashed on blue mirrored sea.

Come, let’s watch the chariot
Arc, skies, clouds, rain, thunder...
Gods are the product of poet’s ancient
Poems lost.

Words begin as poems,
And poems are borne of sounds.
Nature’s sounds
Grim’s blood.
Track Name: A snatch of the abyss ...
I Glimpsed a Snatch of the Abyss.

Delirium clears ...
There is only the cold light of day.
Is poetry possible here?
There is only war ...
Poems scribed with a knife on flesh.
Tattoos of bruise,
Blood, grime, death ... pallor.
Tumescence, de-tumescence.
Furore of rumour, flood,
Conflagration ...

Sound paints the air,
Lingers like perfume.
A phantom shape,
Phantom collage,
Ghostly.

Rabid dogs of midnight, with
yellow fang and purple tongue,
Foaming jaws, stinking coats,
Ears erect, and clawed paws,

I am the testimony to your madness,
And my fear.
Witness to my own
Animal gestation.
[poem by Bill Boethius]
Track Name: From the Page of the Dark Mage
from the Page of the Dark Mage

Swart Suns, Twain ...
Twa beasties for the aeons.

Humankind strives towards one sun,
For one goal he naively drives.

‘The One’ he murmurs piously,
And,
as he grasps it,
fragmenting,
It is no longer one but two.

Never three,
but two,

Always Two.
Track Name: Above snakes
Above Snakes

Strung out
Grip the taut twanging, line.
A rod scythes skies
Plunging perspective
Alone, above, below.
Hover like a bee,
Blindly buzzing around
In haphazard fits
Maddening.

The trapeze, concentrated,
Elemental
In pure air,
The stretched rope,
The hanged man.

Writhing tree
Coffin-spider
Conveyor-belt
Quiver.
All falls back
Through the Earth
To the bottom
Endlessly.

Layer upon layer,
No finality
Dropping trap-door hatch
Sewer
Hole
Bird bone-yard.

Dust
Dead skin
Life’s eternal flux
Downward fleeing
Continual decline
Shudder the rope
Legs kicking
Noose throttling
Purple-tongue
Final evacuation of
Spirit surrender.

The drop
Pierrpoint’s shilling
Total condemnation.

This life is punishment
Enough
Wronged, wrung-out
Fool’s errand.
Past resurges, backs-up,
Ebbing basin
Vomit-spiced nostrils
Quick-sinking
Slow death.

Breaking off the noses
Iconoclasts
He hit every ledge on his way down
Chipped away
Worn away by the rain
Attrition.
Make a bomb
Look what they done
It's only atoms
Rearranging

Order is only a tidier
Form of chaos

Burned bridges

Void
Ovid’s dove descended
Delenda
Devastation
Devoid of recognisable features
Footless, unable to
Land
Landless in flight
Fleet unable to dock
Prison ship pallor.
Siege mentality
Hovering in limbo
Cosmo naught
The umbilical cord
Un-severed
Without gravity
Nor ground,
Void

Silence
Wistful whisper of wisdom on the silent wind
Shh- peaceful
Pray like you don’t know how to pray
Pray quickly
Silently
Golden silence
Sniff, snort, creep around
Without a sound
Pin-drop
Library shuffle,
Wall of silence.

They know each other so well they don’t speak
He communicates by smiles and grins
She glares in return.
Vision is my wisdom
Looking and learning
Gazing and yearning
Eyes tightly shut as colours explode
Behind my lids.

I hear your voice in my head
Dolor
Life’s funeral
Sadness
Snuffle, snuffle
Enough said.

Thus unspake
Tied his tongue
His rude ruddy
Tongue
Lolled.

[poem by Bill Boethius]
Track Name: The Forbidden
The Forbidden

I summon the gods of darkness.

Use your hammer well!
Hammer your nails into the limbs of the limp ones.

I call upon the strong
Dark
Gods.

The gods who feed upon burning flesh.