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Darkness
09:44
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Darkness
I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went--and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light:
And they did live by watchfires--and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings--the huts,
The habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons; cities were consumed,
And men were gathered round their blazing homes
To look once more into each other's face;
Happy were those who dwelt within the eye
Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch:
A fearful hope was all the world contain'd;
Forests were set on fire--but hour by hour
They fell and faded--and the crackling trunks
Extinguish'd with a crash--and all was black.
The brows of men by the despairing light
Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits
The flashes fell upon them; some lay down
And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest
Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smiled;
And others hurried to and fro, and fed
Their funeral piles with fuel, and looked up
With mad disquietude on the dull sky,
The pall of a past world; and then again
With curses cast them down upon the dust,
And gnash'd their teeth and howl'd: the wild birds shriek'd,
And, terrified, did flutter on the ground,
And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes
Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawl'd
And twined themselves among the multitude,
Hissing, but stingless--they were slain for food.
And War, which for a moment was no more,
Did glut himself again;--a meal was bought
With blood, and each sate sullenly apart
Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left;
All earth was but one thought--and that was death,
Immediate and inglorious; and the pang
Of famine fed upon all entrails--men
Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;
The meagre by the meagre were devoured,
Even dogs assail'd their masters, all save one,
And he was faithful to a corse, and kept
The birds and beasts and famish'd men at bay,
Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead
Lured their lank jaws; himself sought out no food,
But with a piteous and perpetual moan,
And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand
Which answered not with a caress--he died.
The crowd was famish'd by degrees; but two
Of an enormous city did survive,
And they were enemies: they met beside
The dying embers of an altar-place
Where had been heap'd a mass of holy things
For an unholy usage; they raked up,
And shivering scraped with their cold skeleton hands
The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath
Blew for a little life, and made a flame
Which was a mockery; then they lifted up
Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld
Each other's aspects--saw, and shriek'd, and died--
Even of their mutual hideousness they died,
Unknowing who he was upon whose brow
Famine had written Fiend. The world was void,
The populous and the powerful--was a lump,
Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless--
A lump of death--a chaos of hard clay.
The rivers, lakes, and ocean all stood still,
And nothing stirred within their silent depths;
Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,
And their masts fell down piecemeal: as they dropp'd
They slept on the abyss without a surge--
The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The moon their mistress had expir'd before;
The winds were withered in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need
Of aid from them--She was the Universe.
[words by Lord Byron]
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Dandelions and daisies
09:48
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Dandelions and daisies.
He picked them for her daily.
I was thinkin' maybe, could you, would you,
wanna be my gal?
Oh, my sweet David. My best friend.
My buddy. My pal.
You know I love you dearly, but I would make you weary.
Some day. Some way. Some how.
Roses and candy.
He had bought her many.
I was thinkin' maybe, could you, would you,
wanna be my gal?
Oh, my sweet David. My best friend.
My buddy. My pal.
You know I love you dearly, but I would make you weary.
Some day. Some way. Some how.
Cause, my heart is in the city.
Where the night life is busy.
Not like this-
"One Horse Town."
A ring and a question.
He had often mentioned.
I was thinkin' maybe. You could be my-
Sugar Pie, Honey, my gal.
Oh, my sweet David. My best friend.
My buddy. My pal.
You know I love you dearly, but I would make you weary.
Some day. Some way. Some how.
Cause, I'm leaving for the city.
Where the night life is busy.
I think I'll go running around.
Goodbye, to you. You, "One Horse Town."
Twenty years of calling.
But, he had not forgotten.
"I still love you dearly, but I am so weary.
And, I was thinkin' maybe, could you, would you,
wanna come around?
Or, I could come to the city. If you're not too busy.
Having fun and running around."
"Oh, my sweet David. My old friend.
My buddy. My pal.
I have missed you dearly.
And, I have grown so weary of the night life,
and running around.
And, I was thinkin' maybe, I could be your baby.
Your Sugar Pie, Honey, your Gal.?"
He cried, "I'm coming to get you!
Pack your things.
I'm a leavin' right now!"
Dandelions and daisies.
He picks them for her daily.
Cause, she is his Baby,
His Sugar Pie, Honey, his gal.
[words by Lyn Kalley Ingram]
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Flying Wand
10:54
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Flying Wand
At Wight did you flux the wanded arrow black.
And waves of torrented tormented tides flowed
From wings garlanded with medalled generals.
This wand is now three and jousts with jaguar spears,
If I may be so bold.
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Doom Tube
10:40
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Rites of passage
Rights of Way
Star Gates and Jump Gates
Boom Tubes and Doom Tubes
It was a bumpy ride through Space.
There is always pain in passing through ...
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Bill Boethius & Dali's Car London, UK
"The Dali of guitar noise".
Free improv,
Cinematic Sounds:
Strange Blues:
Cosmic Jazz,
Poetry settings,
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