Text Box: Hymns 9 

 

 


 apostasy

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a·pos·ta·sy

renunciation of faith: the renunciation of a religious or political belief or allegiance  [14th century. Via French from, ultimately, Greek apostasies, literally “standing away,”

from histanai “to stand” ]

 

it’s the same sad scene we see every day

you suckling orphan babies

& then making them pay

 

some are born addicted

to mom’s apple pie
others are just

born

crucified

 

a million starving contestants from the institution

must learn the art of temple prostitution

reality shows

only our real

destitution

waging our life on those

who can’t really care

clawing

american idol

breasts laid

pathetically

bare

 

 

 

you pretend to be Big Mommy

but baby knows best

you’re like a sky drawn in pencil

more like a greedy

black

hole

than

a slice of

ginger-

bread

 

threatening to withhold  forever

the simple pleasures you hid

making us believe in

whatever

all

the

violence

you

did

 

you delight in the spanking

the discipline

& breaking in

your captive phalange

rejected

army of kids

 

so your towers on fire

whadda you expect me to do?

i tried to put out one CON-flag-raisin’

but then there was two

how strange are your values

you still haven’t a clue

you supplied the motive

& the matches

even provided the tools

 

hearts burst in your wallet

and it’s undeniably true

the only gain from this war

always comes back to you

as fire drips from our hair

our fingers turn blue

it’s an endless mad cycle

circa 1492

 

 

you enslaved us with warlords

keen masters of despair

their vampire necks so

wasted

tasteless

& bare

gave us nothing real zero

no prices to compare

a phantom king reappearing

to a clown who’s not there

 

you confused the attorneys, cannoned a christ

fought to remove distance between wrong & right

created gospels torn from a history of pain

crossbows & jawbones

lurid fables of witchcraft

heretics hawking

holy hemp

& wolf bane

 

 

you called in the chaos

dark  Madonna on a train

then offered up the nails

to an unwitting Magdalene

 

you tried to make me drink hemlock

flushed thru a cracked rusty grail

forced me to wash in gods blood

from a bottomless pail

 

doomed to repeat

& forever unveil

black burning crosses

ridden straight out of hell

 

all i perceive has never been free

a simulated landscape

rising high above molten sea

steam noiselessly churning

the myths of equality

memories born on rejection

& disharmony

 

 

you have unerringly learned how

to fuck the world soul

& somehow in that dumpster

of a heart you always know

she’ll dust herself off

then come back for some more

 

we have so much in common—

just like me she’s

your whore

taken in the new roman senate

or on a cold bathroom floor

 

if there really was a god

she or he might intervene

such a deus ex machina

would steal

every scene

 

just for once play the good guy

try to even the score

now there’s a nice god

we all could adore

 

but as it stands now

yes, we’ve seen it all before

no one shows us the exit

or even draws a

front

door

 

the curtain explodes & the stage is on fire

the price of admission can’t get any higher

i will rush to the flames

like a babe in its arms                        

showing no fear

no signs of alarm

 

finally completing this auto-da-fé of the blest 

i’ll be free from this trial & its senseless inquest

free from your sneer & infernal requests

to watch me blind walking backwards

& then passing

more tests

 

   JEFarrow

   Year of OurSELF 2007

 

O aingil coimheád mé,

O aingil as na fhlaithis

Solas geal níl eagla orm

O aingil coimhéadach

 

from ageless messengers

Whisper to the Wild Water

máire brennan

 


 

The Hour of Not Quite Rain

 

In the hour of not quite rain

when the fog was fingertip high

The moon hung suspended

in a singular sky

 

Deeply and beyond seeing

not wishing to intrude

Bathed in its own reflection

the water mirrored the moon

 

The tumbling birds have now sobered

from the leaves of their nursery

Like shadowy, quiet children

watching sleepily

 

 

 

Song by Richie Furay & Micki Callen

BUFFALO SPRINGFIELD

Last Time Around

 


 

Text Box: Beauty 
       &
  The Beast

 

You're not a stranger to me
And you are something to see
You don't even know how to please
You say a lot but you're unaware how to leave

My darling lives in a world that is not mine
An old child misunderstood out of time
Timeless is the creature who is wise
And timeless is the prisoner in disguise

Oh who is the beauty who the beast
Would you die of grieving when I leave
Two children too blind to see
I would fall in your shadow I believe

My love is a man who's not been tamed
My love lives in a world of false pleasure and pain
We come from different worlds, we are the same, my love
I never doubted your beauty I've changed
I never doubted your beauty I’ve changed

Changed…

 

Who is the beauty
Where is my beast (my love)
There is no beauty
Without my beast (my love)

Who is the beauty
Who my love…?

Oh la bête, la bête
Where is my beast?

My beauty my beauty
My beautiful beautiful beautiful
Beautiful beast

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Song by Stevie Nicks

 

 


 

Beside You

 

Little jimmy’s gone way out of the back streets
Out of the window, into the falling rain,
And he’s right on time, right on time
That’s why broken arrow waved his finger
Down the road so dark and narrow
In the evening just before the sunday sixbells chime



And way out on the highway
All the dogs are barkin’ way down below
And you wander away from your hillside retreated view
Went to wanderin’ nordhbridge way out on the railroad
Together all the tipping trucks will unload
All the scrapbooks built together stuck with glue
And I’ll stand beside you, beside you

Oh child, to never wonder why
To never, never, never, never wonder why at all
To never, never, never, never wonder why
It’s gotta be, it has to be

Across the crystal pavements
Way across the country where the hillside mountains glide
The dynamo of your smile caressed the
Barefoot virgin child



To wander past your window in the nighttime cross the floor
Crying as ecstasy surrounds you

This time it’s really found you


Through the night air your proud time is open
Go well on your merry way

against the pointed idle breeze

Past the footlights of the brazen silence easy
In the night you cry and you want spirits to tell you
Everything’s alright
Go ahead and do it one more time baby
You’re satisfied I guess, you’re way up and the sky comes down
Kaleidoscope


Open and just hold the lantern in the doorway,
For the freedom of it.
And you take the night air through your nostrils

And you breathe in, you breathe out, you breathe in,

You breathe out, you breathe in, you breathe out
And you breathe just like that, just like that

How high does it get you when it gets you high
You may not know how high it’s got you until you turn around
And I’ll point a finger at you, point a finger at you
You say which way, which way
That’s alright, we’ve gotten hip to it
Goin’ to do it right this time


Beside you
Beside you, beside you

To never wonder why
To never, never, never, never wonder why at all
Never never never never wonder why at all, Oh Child.

 

 

 

 

                                     

                                          Van Morrison

                                          ASTRAL WEEKS

 

 


The Hunting Song/ Pentangle

From BASKET OF LIGHT

Transcribed from "Early Classics"
by Doug Johnson
 
As I did travel all on a journey
Over the wayside and under a dark moon
Hanging above a mountain
 
I spied a young man riding a fine horse
Chasing a white hart and all through the woodland
Head of a hunting party
 
And there followed after ten kings and queens
Laughing and joking, the white hart they'd seen
Bloodied running into the bushes
 
A plume to his helmet, a quiver and a bow
There's nowhere to run now, there's no place to go
The hunt is cast and ready
 
Still farther I journeyed through the hills and the valleys
Until upon the verge of despair I sat and rested
And there did pass a princely knight pursued by a lady
And this she did say:
 
"Oh may I ask you kind sir where you are going?
 And pray tell unto me sir why you do hurry
            Strange that I should meet you here, come sit by me.
 
"I have here a magic horn to deliver
And one drop from this silver and gold horn I hold, sir
Shall prove all to be false, lovers beware!"
 
"The gift that you bear for your brother the king
I gladly would carry to the banquet this even'
What fair sport this would be for the maidens at court."
 
Wearily I crossed the stream to the castle
Where I found shelter from the cold wintry wind
And food did I have and plenty
But the Lord and Lady seemed so sad
For these words they did say unto each other:
 
"My good lord, all off to war in thy armor
Leaving me here alone to weep and to worry
Take care lest misadventure
Shall overcome thy kindly heart
My good lord, all off to war in thy armor."
 
"My lady, you have no need for to worry
I'll return victorious and true unto thee
Take care, lest misadventure
Shall stain your heart and lead to woe
My fair lady you have no need for to worry."
 
While underneath the spreading oak a knight with white device
Upon a shield of black, and deep in grief and sorrow sings
His unrequited love
 
"Young noblewoman riding by, pray tell me have you seen
Queen Azelda the fairest maid, in company she rides
For I swear to have revenge."
 
A thousand days have come and passed, the Lord returns this night
The victor from the bloody wars proven his fearsome might
As ever he would claim
 
But fate has played its wanton game, the circle come full turn
The magic horn has done its work, cried "Falseness is found out!"
The sorrowed quest is over.
 
___________________________
Doug Johnson noted:

I found the following explanation of the The Hunting Song from D. Payne's email very enlightening:

As I understand from the LP jacket, the song was based on the story of the journey of the magic horn prepared by Morgan le Fay, King Arthur's sorceress half-sister. The horn could not be drunk from by an adulteress without spilling wine therefrom. She sent one of her knights with the horn to Camelot where she hoped to lay a trap for Queen Guinnevere (cheating with Sir Lancelot), but the horn was side-tracked by Sir Lamarok to King Mark's Cornish court where it was drunk from by Queen Isolde (who had been two-timing with Sir Tristram) and all the other ladies at court (few passed the test). The Book of Sir Tristram of Lyoness in Le Morte d'Arthur has the tale. Knights of the Round Table kind of stuff. Fake traditional, but effective.Also, the song is hard to figure out because the values of courtly love and martial behavior have been suppressed by cultural changes in the last 40 years. People tend to divorce rather than kill adulterers.


 

The Beast

 

i unchained The Beast from His dark astral grave

there was no one else to blame

it was my own fate

served up on my own plate

reflecting my own distorting

faceless pain

 

He said, you can keep all the treasures of Castle Ameleth

if you just bow down to Me

I will give you armor made of midnight steel

that will make you strong but never free

teach you to think & never feel

just worship Me

embrace My Will

I Am, I Am

the master power of illusion

I Am

your soul

destiny

 

 He said,

 you might just as well cave in

 I’ve seen you locked inside your brain

 ever since you were ten

 put that stain upon your forehead

 blood hath sealed the bargain

 by the power of illusion

 & your very own special

 brand of loneliness

 & sin

 

i told Him to leave me alone

and The Clown Prince Harlot of Ameleth

vanished then—

but before disappearing,

he smirked His silly billy-goat-grin 

you know sucker I’ll be seeing you again

 

i know where He’s hiding

near the shadows of my art

just below the radar

underneath the skin

waiting for the time when

He can tear the whole wide world apart

this stupid Beast

who hath no heart

no love/attraction

no soul

within

 

just the demented power of delusion &

loneliness &

sin

 

JEFarrow

Year of OurSELF 2007

 


 

grace slick

 

you gotta hand it to grace slick

she had the balls to groove

scorning taboos

breaking the rules

singing out to society

a triumphant

FUCK YOU

 

meanwhile outside The Fillmore

in the hard knocks of school

we pre-gothic kids lined up 2x2

shelling out to see our goddess of cool

wishing we could learn how

to bite the hand that fed us

& get paid

for it too!

JEFarrow

Year of OurSELF 2007



 

Clannad: Greatest HitsSOMETHING TO BELIEVE IN

 

Everybody's rushing around,
Trying to keep a hold
On some piece of mind
All the time
And somebody's lookin' around
Tryin' to find
Something to believe in
To believe in
All the things they promised
They're always lies

Chorus

Well it's something
Oh it's something to believe in
You know it's something


Every little once in a while
You take a chance to win
On a turning card
But it may be hard
We could be fooled on the merry-go-round

But i'm trying to find
Something to believe in
To believe in
All the things they promised
You know they always lied

Chorus

I've been willing and strong all along
Through chilling times
In a sea of heartbreak
Where you give and take
I won't give in to promises
Until i find something to believe in
To believe in…

 




   Hyperdrive

Go to fullsize imageI never thought there were corners in time
Till i was told to stand in one
One straight line head on into the other
Maybe standing in the corner looks like where it's got to come.

Let’s all pretend one wall is the past and one is the future
And i’ll just stand here like the present looking for a
Good place to run

Every fish that swims upstream now that's a catch
Because the full mouth never wants to stop cooking.

The map may be flat, the globe may be patched
But the long line keeps right on hooking
Circles in the ring of fire, where do you go
On a night that is clear and warm?
Oh where do you go?

I never thought there were corners in time
Till i was told to stand in one
I've heard circles moving right through corners
And they don't even know they've been around and around before
Ringing, ringing against each other on a singing chain
Like a flying magnet hyperdrive has never seen any reason
To remain the same.

All because i felt it i believe it
There are things i've never seen that i believe
So i'm going to place my face right in the triangle door
Till i can move right on through instead of just standing here
Looking at the floor.

Go to fullsize imageIf it rains again tonight, i can think light years ahead
Or i could push myself back a thousand years ago
As if i know i’ve been here before or if i am still to be born
I'm a slow loser, but i'm a fast learner
That much i know
Anyone can go
That much i know
Anyone can go
That much i know
Anyone can go.

Artist: Jefferson Starship
Album: Dragon Fly



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