Dark Engines, by Bill Boethius & Dali's Car

Dark Engines

by Bill Boethius & Dali's Car

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1.	Grim's Chariot 06:30	lyrics	buy track
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.
2.	A snatch of the abyss ... 10:36	lyrics	buy track
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]
3.	From the Page of the Dark Mage 10:48	lyrics	buy track
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.
4.	Above snakes 09:48	lyrics	buy track
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]
5.	The Forbidden 09:05	lyrics	buy track
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.

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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.