Michael Moorcock, Don Falcone, Bridget Wishart, Steve Swindells, Thom The World Poet,
Roger Neville-Neil, and Robert Calvert.
Alien
Injection
(Lyrics
by Don Falcone)
Dig a the, Dig a the, Dig a the earth . . .
Dig a the, Dig a the, Dig a the earth . . .It's an alien injection
That's what she needs
An alien injection
for all our infectionsOne little boost
To see the up and the coming
A solution we pray
Help! is on the waySaw her today, she looked dead
It could be, I heard she died
Scan the paper, touch the ink
She finally got her name in printThat's all I see, that's all I'll read
I don't know time, I don't know space
Lots of creatures just like her
They dance with rhythm, then they pull awayRattle and reach -- I come apart
Rattle and reach -- to put together again
Rattle and reach -- make images
Rattle and reach -- to dig out . . .Send her flowers she can't wear
Send a card that she can't read
This happens when the children stay
out too late and really start to playAnd the boat that she rows on the delta narrow
is an antique ship that salt water will rip
And the scarf-covered course that once bridled a horse
soon tames a black cat and makes others grow fatRattle and reach -- I come apart
Rattle and reach -- to put together again
Rattle and reach -- make images
Rattle and reach -- to dig out . . .Dig a the, Dig a the, Dig a the earth . . .
Dig a the, Dig a the, Dig a the earth . . .
It's an alien injection
That's what she needs
An alien injection
for all our infectionsOne little boost
To see the up and the coming
A solution we pray
and Help! is on the wayRattle and reach -- I come apart
Rattle and reach -- to put together again
Rattle and reach -- make images
Rattle and reach -- to dig out and dig in(Just give it a day, help is on its way)
I like to wear my alien close to my heart
It's such a cool t-shirt, I bought 2 right from the start
I guess you could say I treat it like a piece of art
This alien that I wear so close to my heartI've got a (little) round alien ball to boot
She comes to life when I squeeze her roots
I keep it in a box in a closet in a room in a house
in a country in a world in a planet
and I hope she'll live forever
Mmm... I hope she'll last forever . . .Rattle and Reach . . .
Nighttime in the alligator pool
Where the ripples of eyes stare out at you
Watching across the big pond
Watery is the consciousness
When you are 30,000 feet in the air
There is no alternative there, you are high
To fit into the ark around you two of every creatureSo you've dropped blood all over your instrument
In your disease and desire to play
Say the unknown
It's all we know
Because we've left the unknown alone todaySo it was you on that spaceship
You saw at midnight
Say the cords are too tight
You better grab your headphones son because
we're entering the region of endless night
Always
(Lyrics
by Bridget Wishart)
There's
always someone wanting you
There's something more to do
Always... you
There's always a way out of here
Always a solution
There's always a way to find
Always a conclusion
Always...
There's always more to say
Always some destruction
There's always an excuse
Always in construction
Always...
There's always someone watching you
There's always something you can do
There's always someone watching you
There's always something you can do
Always...
There's always someone wanting you
There's always something more to do
Always...
There's always a way out of here
Always...
Always a way to find
Always.
Another
World (It Hits Your Eyes)
(Lyrics by Bridget Wishart)
The sun hits your
eyes
It's a very bright light
But it's a cool dawn.
Tired from the night past
Danced and loved and really laughed
There's always more.Walk down the street
Feeling like a stranger
Never been like this before.Been lost in a dream
And thought it was real
Oh Lord.It takes you by surprise
When the wind cleans the skies
And it's crystal clear.When your feelings run high
And you need to know why
Well the answer's here.It's a pretty good life
Always worth a try
Letting go your fear.Waiting for the night
Getting it right
It won't disappear.It hits your eyes.
It's another world
When the sun shines bright.
It feels so good
And it feels so right.
It's another day
So full of life
Can't give it away
It's another day.
Beautiful Stealth,
In A Church
(Poem
& Lyrics by Don Falcone)
the ass ass mass
ass
of oof oof roof oof
folds his ong ong song ong
under the ench ench bench ench
could it be love?
/luther oother an
lois ois, ooper eroes all/ (2x)
/a pure tan from opera opera one/ (2x)
who owns who owns who owns
a truth from the makers
of a hollar dollar mahler of fistfuls
and how much should a hero get paid?
ipso facto
kribtoe crabtoe
be air fool
where you step
ipso facto
kribtoe crabtoe
be air fool
where you stop
(beautiful stealth)
in a church . . .
the ass ass mass ass
of oof oof roof off
folds his ong ong song ong
under the ench ench bench ench
where we
we watch from the ands
with our ands
folded over our ands
Behind
The Veil
(Lyrics
by Bridget Wishart)
Under one
sun
Children of Earth
We are all one
One from our birth...
How does it feel? How does it feel?
Helpless and bare
Under the moon
Under her stare
Born from the womb
Helpless and bare
Under the moon
Under her stare
Born from the womb
How does it feel? How does it feel?
Under one sky
Under the stars
Through days and nights
In light and dark
How does it feel? How does it feel?
Under a tree
Under its spell
It's all for real
Behind the veil
Behind the veil
Helpless and bare
Under the moon
Under her stare
Born from the womb
Helpless and bare
Under the moon
Under her stare
Born from the womb
So how does it feel? Fine
(i) Luana Doom! (ii) Luana The Duchess Duchess of hard Her real life forever locked Get ready for . . . amazing sounds Galaxina, Doom Fighter To the next chapter now Reading and writing is what he learned Sights a girl as evil Reading and writing is what he learned You can call him the preacher We can call him the preacher Reading and writing is what he learned
. . . There's our girl with no clothes Reading and writing is what we've learned
. . . It's our carnival of time It's not about - art You can be god, you can be a man It's our carnival of time It's not about - art (It's our carnival of time You can be god, you can be a man You are so right when you pray I've got a message today You are so right when you pray This country rich in land and gems Chaminuka mufemberi, Mufemberi mufemberi Lobengula Nduna YamaNdebele Chaminuka had a vision, had a vision Across the land blood and mayhem Nyika yakava mvongamupopoto As I walked up the road, I looked into whispers... Dreamers are dreaming, all the things Caught in the fire
Caught in a fire, unsteady flame Caught in the fire, unsteady flame Dreamers are dreaming, all the things ...you open the door... You are the most famous queen Caesar's slaughter in the Senate You had the country at your feet You enticed Lord Marc Anthony Octavian wrecked your lives You are the most famous queen You had the country at your feet . . .
Maybe we're moulded from tin So how do you know we are real? Maybe we're grafted on trees, Are the things that you hold the ones So, how do you know we are real? Maybe we're crafted from wood Victoria you were victorious Alexandra refuses to count the blows The peasant priest your holy seer Alexandra prayed for the life of her son Dance with a stranger, dance with Dance with the light of the night sky in (chorus) (Currumbin Bird Sanctuary) we were birds once, we marvel at our stolen colors (chorus) (excerpts from Centigrade 232) (chorus) (closing haikus)
The Book of Luana
(Lyrics
by Don Falcone)
Luana, Luana, doom!
Luana, Luana, doom!
Luana, Luana, doom!
Luana, Luana, doom . . .
Duchess of hard
And all of her dukes
Frame by frame, she's still
Living in the song
And all of her dukes
Snapshot within our History Web
She's left for dead on the Editor's Block
So, so many lost tick tocks
Time to roll, get ready to go
To the next chapter, but not alone
Fantasy abounds
Amazing sounds
But not alone
Galaxina, Doom Fighter
Fantasy abounds
(iii)
A Preacher For Luana
There's a man with a gun
And he fires lots of word
Is he good or is he bad
What does he want with us
How will he use it
Reading and writing is what he learned
Now he will use it
Because she wears denim tight
Is he laughing with us
Why does he laugh at all
How will he use it
Reading and writing is what he's learned
Now he will use it (to show the world his way)
You can judge him as he judges us
He's a willing servant to a god
He believes in and trusts
We can judge him as he judges us
He's a willing servant to a god
Who believes in and trusts
Has
a home in the sky
Held by string, held by hope
Wrapped around the crowd below
Keep them in good 'n' tight
Sights a good as evil
Says she swears every night
And a boy just as bad
Says he falls right behind
Reading and writing is what he learned . . .
You can call him the preacher
You can judge him as he judges us
He's a willing servant to a god
He believes in and trusts
We can call him the preacher
We can judge him as he judges us
He's a willing servant to a god
Who believes in and trusts
And she fires lots of word
Is she good or she bad
What does she want with us
iv. Luana The Host (&
the Carnival for the Defense)
Luana, Luana, doom . . .
Our carnival of space
We take it on the road
To see what we can show
Or note-ability
We just want to leave a mark
On society
and I will be the host
You can be the players, you can be the audience
and I will be the host
Our carnival of space
We take it to the road
To see what we can show
Or note-ability
We just want to leave a mark
Our carnival of space)
and I will be the host
You can be the start, you can be the end
And I will be the host
Candles
(Lyrics
by Don Falcone)
Take a
look at me over here
I cannot move, but I'll always be near
Because you're the same,
you're with me
We've been playing a serious game
A lot of time has passed us by
No one remembers just when we died
Somewhere upon the beaten track
This spirit you love may not
come back
Only with hope can we stay
You are so right when you pray
I think it came from a place up high
I never see just what you say
But it's written here in ink that's dry
I wish that you could come to me
I wish that I could go to you
If they turn me round I know I'll see
Something old and something new
Only with hope can we stay
You are so right when you pray
Chaminuka
(Lyrics
by Bridget Wishart; ranslated into Shona and Ndebele by Sindisiwe
Mhlanga)
Chaminuka!
Chaminuka mufemberi, mufemberi, mufemberi
Chaminuka wukaona, Vasina mabvi
Lobengula Nduna YamaNdebele
Nduna YamaNdebele, Nduna YamaNdebele
Lobengula, Abamhlope bamuthathela kunke
White intruder
Chaminuka
Chaminuka had a vision,
had a vision, had a vision
Chaminuka had a vision, Vasina mabvi
Vasina mabvi - Those without knees
Vasina mabvi, Vasina
Nyiku iy ine upfumi
Ivhu namatombo ivhu namatombo
Ivhu namatombo Ivhu namatombo
Veikaichiva vasina mabvi - Those without
knees
Ivhu namatombo ivhu namatombo
This country rich in land and gems
Ivhu namatombo ivhu namatombo
Caught the eye of western men
Chamiuka mufemberi wukaona
Vasina mabvi - Those without knees
Nduna YamaNdebele, Nduna YamaNdebele
Lobengula, Abamhlope bamuthathela kunke
White intruder
Abamhlope bamuthathela kunke
Lost it all to the white intruder
had a vision
Chaminuka had a vision - Vasina mabvi
Those without knees - Vasina mabvi
Blood and mayhem, Blood and mayhem
Across the land blood and mayhem
Can all this death be forgiven?
Ropa rakaerera, Ropa rakaerera
Mvongamupopoto
Tingareregerera here kufa kwakadai
Tingareregerera here kufa kwakadai
Child Growing
(Lyrics
by Don Falcone, with additions by Bridget Wishart)
It's just
the wind...
she whispers her dreams...
She whispers her dreams, weaving
her doubt
sitting within, she's never been out
Believes in the dark, because of the
night
sweet candle light, she holds to it tight
the window of the record shop
And you were there, you and him
and you were laughing and you
were singing, laughing, and singing
She whispers her dreams, weaving
her doubt
sitting within, she's never been out
Believes in the dark, because of the
night
sweet candle light, she holds to it tight
that they know
but she is breathing, living to grow
Footsteps are falling, down in the snow
no one will enter, but the footprints
won't go
eyes never tire, of watching your game
eyes never tire, of watching your game
Breeze on your face, window ajar
for a moment dark moves, the dream
not so far
that they know
but she is breathing, living to grow
Warm air cools, outside is yours
you take it to hand, open the door....
open the door... child growing
...child growing... child growing..
...child growing... child... child growing...
...open the door
Cleopatra
(Lyrics
by Bridget Wishart)
In order to be ruler
You were married to your brother
But you never heard
What your Generals had to say
You came from exile into power
Took Caesar as your lover
And when your brother drowned
You just wed another
That this world has ever seen
Though your legendary looks are a lie
Cleopatra it's true
Both Caesar and Marc Anthony
Fell in love with you . . .
Brought an end to life in Rome
You and your son Caesarion
Had to run for home
An assassination
Put your boy upon the throne
You were rich beyond your dreams
And yet you were alone
Proclaiming you unique
They worshipped you as Pharaoh
Two thousand years ago
Cleopatra it's true . . .
Dressed as Goddess Aphrodite
He filled your life with laughter
And ended it in agony
Spurring you to suicide
Queen of queens
You wrecked his dreams
Escaping him to immortality
That this world has ever seen
Though your legendary looks are a lie
Your seductive charm
Kept your Kingdom safe from harm
And reached out to nations far and wide
Crafted
From Wood
(Lyrics
by Don Falcone, and Bridget Wishart)
Maybe we're
crafted from wood
I thought into flesh and to bone
Or could I have misunderstood?
And everyone's sculpted from stone
Or possibly spun out of hay
Big Bad Wolf can blow us to heaven
And Angels rebuild us from clay
Just cause we think and we feel
You can smell, you can touch and
give me so much,
But isn't that part of the deal?
It could be we're grown in a vat
Might we be sprouted from seeds?
I'm sure it can happen like that
that I see?
Does the stuff that you dream mean
something to me?
And what is the difference with
inside and out?
What is the truth, what should I
doubt?
Just cause we think and we feel
You can smell, you can touch and
give me so much
But isn't that part of the deal?
I thought into flesh and to bone
Or could I have misunderstood?
And maybe we're sculpted from stone
maybe we're sculpted from stone...
Czaritsa
(Lyrics
by Bridget Wishart)
Alexandra prays for the life of her son
While Russia's Boys die one by one
Alexandra fights for the life of her son
A pointless war that never can be won
In your plans for her and Nicholas
But Victoria it's obvious
Your blood betrayed The Romanov's
Alexandra . . .
Blocks out the cries of those
Who fight and fall
Alexandra ignores all the pain and woe
Of the soldiers she'll never know
Nor miss nor mourn
Alexandra . . .
Whose prayers and pleas you hold so dear
Has helped to bring your family down
You lost your lives and the Royal Crown
While Russian boys died one by one
Alexandra's life ended facing a gun
Her family dying one by one
Dancers At The End
Of...
(Lyrics
by Bridget Wishart)
Dance for
the body and soul are
one affair
Dance for the moon and sun are
always there
Dance to the rhythm that flows
in your veins
Laugh with the joy and the peace
that it brings.
Let it flow with you, let it flow with
you
Let it flow, let if flow, let it flow
All around
love and pride
Dance with a heart that's free from
desire
Dance with a strength that comes from
deep inside
Dance with the one who's standing by
your side
Let it flow...
your hair
Dance with a mind that's free from
despair
Dance for the dance is a dance on
thin air
Dance with the dancers dancing
everywhere
Let it flow...
Dark
Theatre
(Poem
by Knut Gerwers)
We are sitting in a darkened theatre
waiting for the light to sculpture our vision into focus and
shape
to let our movie begin
feeding us a motherload of images
invocations, re-evolutions
dissolving sunsets mutate into mushrooms
no frames can carry these pictures
every image conceals an illness of information
your sight infected by visions
your vision got spliced - and unattended
as / your veins run out of blood
as / your body is stuck in stand-by mode
as / memory collapses under it's own weight
cathode consciousness' fading
a blink a stroke a blink
time is drying out
in the face of the burning rays
a media-medusa throwing these projections back at you
those (overheated) images know nothing about mercy
lichtstaerke lautstaerke bildstaerke
watching the outer limits imploding
a black nirvana for the sense-less
Drive-By
Poetry
(Haikus
by Roger neville-Neil, Chorus by Don Falcone, "Currumbin
Bird Sanctuary" by Thom, "Centigrade 232," by
Robert Calvert)
(opening haikus)
white circular lines
along the streets that i walk
alone in the night
our lives cross boundaries
like halos of spectrral dust
in a video scene
our lives cross boundaries
like halos of spectral dust
in a vivid dream
give me a shot of your drive-by poetry
a haiku, a rhyme, or a form that's free,
give me a shot of your drive-by poetry
give me a shot
zoo means feeding times, regular as pension checks
these wild birds flash, flock, flip in to drink adventure's milk
they flap out again threading the skies with insubordiante
gossiping, once the feeding stops
we see our once wide wings, our tiny ranbow opulences
we hold ourselves in a world with hands and feed our futures
stock is food and water, y2k means nothing to a bird
milennial fever is a human disease
and we are birds who flip above ourselves
with smiling ecstasies
give me a shot of your drive-by poetry
a haiku, a rhyme, or a form that's free,
give me a shot of your drive-by poetry
give me a shot
At Lexington they are going to burn
A hoard of books for charity....
give me a shot of your drive-by poetry
a haiku, a rhyme, or a form that's free,
give me a shot of your drive-by poetry
give me a shot
granite stelas
rising from earth to heaven
(excerpts from Centigrade 232)
At Lexington they are going to burn
A hoard of books for charity....
Round these towering volumes the flames will churn
As night and winter's dark they spurn
And threaten with their clarity.
The fire's fierce theatre draws herds of folk
All willing to be hynotised;
Anemones of flame and reefs of smoke
Enchant us so, we'd gladly choke
To see the dark so well disguised.'Oh, look, the Bible's all on fire', we cheered
At its catching. 'Oh watch it flare'.
It was like this of old, when witches reared
Against the stake; we stood and peered
At such Aladdin caves of air.These mushrooming billows of coral form
The fevered brain of fire on high,
Whose dream of destroying the world by storm
Will, in the ashes, still be warm
Long after its illusions die.
Squares prayer
Squares prayer
Squares prayer
Squares prayer
Just wake up one in the morning
comb my hair
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
birds will fly
birds will fly
birds will fly
birds will fly
just pay your days to stay
five years toSquare...
I said comb my hair
I'll take the county fair
Squares prayer
Squares prayer
Squares prayer
Squares prayerWoke up this morning
and I comb my hair
I said I want to fly, fly, fly, fly
county fair
county fair
county fair
county fair
I said the square, square, square, square, square, square,70 years to stay alive
70 years to stay alive
I don't know if I can stand this job
I'm so hip, I'm so cool
I'll think I'll have to go to schoool
Squares prayer
Squares prayer
Squares prayer
Squares prayer
comb my hair, county fair
comb my hair, county fair
comb my hair, county fair
comb my hair, county fair
comb my hair, county fair
comb my hair,The eagle has landed
The eagle has landedJack
My pulse rate stood at zero
When I first saw my Pierrot
My temperature rose to ninety-nine
When I beheld my ColumbineSigh, sigh, sigh
For love that's oft denied
Cry, cry, cry . . .
My lips remain unsatisfied
I'm yearning so for my own Pierrot
As we dance the Entropy TangoI'll weep, weep, weep
Till he sweeps me off my feet
My heart will beat, beat, beat,
And my body lose its heat
Oh, life no longer seems so sweet
Since that sad Pierrot became my beau
And taught me the Entropy TangoSo flow, flow, flow . . .
As the rain turns into snow
And it's slow, slow, slow
As the colours lose their glow
The Winds of Limbo no longer blow
For cold Columbine and her pale Pierrot
As we dance the Entropy Tango!And it's kiss, kiss, kiss
Fear and hate we have dismissed
And it's wish, wish, wish . . .
For a better world than this . . .
So say goodbye to pain and woe
- And we'll stop the Entropy Tango . . .
Evening
(Lyrics by Bridget Wishart)
From Spirits Burning "Earth Born" -- 2008
It's in the evening when I'm sitting
here alone
That I miss you most of all.
I'm here for hours thinking that you're
home
But I'm staring at a blank wall
You've gone and I'm not sure how I
let you go
Whose won, who has lost I'm sure I
don't knowSomebody tell me it's alright
kiss away my tears
Somebody tell me it's alright
Brush away my fears
I guess it's the same old scene
Just never happened to me
I guess it's the same old scene
It just never happened to meAm I sitting here dreaming dreams
Beyond reality
Am I sitting here dreaming dreams
Beyond reality
Somebody tell me it's alright
Somebody tell me it's alrightDon't you know, don't you know,
don't you know
There's nothing worse than being
left alone
And my heart cries cries out for you
And you've gone, and I don't know
what to doI guess its the same old scene
Just never happened to me
I guess its the same old scene
It just never happened to meAm I sitting here dreaming dreams
dreaming dreams, dreaming dreams
Somebody tell me its alright
Somebody tell me its alright
Alright
The Bishop and Mitzi
Were on the rampage
She full of lust
He full of rage
Looking for victims
They hoped to convert
Stopped in the fifties
And there found a cert . . .They got me again
They got me again
Oh, shit, they got me again
I was holed out in 'fifty'
And having some fun
When I heard Mitzi coming
Caught the sound of her gunBang-bang-bang
Here come the gang
Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang!The Bishop and Mitzi
They found him at last
Stuck in a time-slip
On his way to the past
He cried out for mercy
But they only laughed
As they took him in
To remind him of sin . . .They got me again . . .
cannot see myself today
so I do what I want
I have to sin today
I have to sin today
and now I'm sorry, sometimesthink I see a clearing in the forest
think I see a like city in your mind
think I feel a lover on my back
think I feel your fingers scratching at thatI must end what I begin today
it's my time
and now i'm sorry, sometimesthink I see a clearing in the forest
think I see a like city in your mind
think I feel a lover on my back
think I feel your fingers scratching at thatevery opera needs a waterfront
and my opera is no different from yours
Eye Of The Day
(Lyrics by Don Falcone & Bridget Wishart)
From Spirits Burning & Bridget Wishart "Bloodlines" -- 2009
You hide your face
Death hides so much more
Courtesan to the rich, dying for the causeLike your pretty beads and veil
Ladoux's hand obscures the trail
Life behind the mask was dark
Without the ritual and dance
It's a crying shame. You played the game
One against another
It's a crying shame, You played the game
My undercover lover
Our shining star, You fell so far
Caught up in alibis
Our shining star, You fell so far
Lost in truth and liesIn our eye of the day, You are swept so far away
In the dark of the night, Truth is kept out of sight
In our eye of the day, You are swept so far away
In the dark of the night, Truth is kept out of sightThere are things you cannot see,
There are things you cannot find
There are things you cannot be,
No way to turn back time
There are things you cannot see,
Places you cannot find
There are things you cannot be,
There's no way to turn back time
He said if you follow me Where can I go to get back home? There is beauty here and life Can you handle the future memories The girl you're looking at Can you handle the future memories
Follow
Me
(Lyrics
by Bridget Wishart)
Like you say like
you say, like you do another day
Like you say like you do, like you do with me and you
I'll give you immortality
So I walked between the lines
I lost and found my mind.
Is this real? Is this true?
Who can tell me what to do?
This is me. Where are you?
Can someone tell me what to do?
All I see touches and amazes,
Drives me crazy, drives me crazy
All I see touches and amazes
Drives me crazy, to my soul
To the place I left behind
How could I know I loved you so?
How could I be so blind?
Is this real? Is this true?
There was me, there was you
Set me free, make me new
I cannot be without you
All I see touches and amazes . . .
Shades of grey and black and white
There is duty, fear and strife
Eternal days, endless nights
Endless nights
Future
Memories
(Lyrics
by Don Falcone)
The toys you're playing with
Are made too break and steal
The games you're playing out
Teach how to shout and kill
The money in your hand
Will buy your food and clothes
The paper forms you fill out
Each truth and lie they slowly show
Can you handle them one by one
Can you handle the future memories
Can you handle them one by one
You know you want to use her
The girl you're going with
You know you're going to lose her
The only friend you've got
Is leaving in the morn
The only life you've got
Starts to die when you are born
Can you handle them one by one
Can you handle the future memories
Can you handle them one by one
When you're sitting on a goldmine
do all things in their time
and decorate your hearts delight
be ready for the tour
Heavy . . .
Heavy the mind when your soul weighs a ton
Heavy . . . Heavy the mind . . .
when your sitting on a goldmine.When you're sitting on a goldmine
chop off a piece for the little ones
they can sit by your side, with their mouths open wide
Heavy the mind... when your soul cannot die
Heavy the mind... when your soul cannot die
Heavy the mind... when you're sitting on a goldmineWhen you're sitting on a goldmine
do you have to pull apart
the day from the dreamWhen you're sitting on a goldmine
are you stepping up or down
to high esteemWhen you're sitting on a goldmine
chop off a piece for the little ones
they can sit by your side
with their mouths open wide
Heavy the mind . . . when your soul weighs a ton
No one can kill the things that cannot die
Heavy the mind . . .
In my room of privacy
A voice takes me to fantasy
Go to bed boy and we will dream
Go to bed boy from here on outThe hawk in my room
Won't leave me alone
He's here on the wall
He's here in my soul
He's the worse thing that I've ever owned
He cuts to the boneLearn to tear and learn to die
Anger from the core he makes me fly
Just a start of eyes of fire
Don't know why I never tireThe hawk in my room
Won't leave me alone
He's here on the wall
He's here in my soul
He's the worse thing that I've ever owned
He cuts to the boneThe hawk in my room
Won't leave me alone
Choose your friends well
To get to the heart
The hawk in my room
Won't leave me alone
Choose your friends well
With time to depart
Heavens hide behind the brightest stars Polaris lies on the Big Bear's back Hydra the watersnake glides through the sky All the day it never stops So who is John? No one knows I followed the ways of luggage lines Left alone, I spun my lines I heard her cry, I heard her cry, cry 'John' Rain comes down, makes a sound Holding hands around your world Holding hands around your world
Many minds Catch the wind We're holding hands The stage that sparked a conjurer Passed from pillar to post You were only seventeen Lady Jane . . . I never wanted to be made your bride Lady Jane . . .
Heavens Hide
(Lyrics by Bridget Wishart)
[On tour with Hawkwind
in 1989/90, Bridget sung these
lyrics (in their original form) during Night of The Hawks.]
Heavens above so near, so far
Heavenly hosts, Empyrean Gods
Shine out from primordial dark
Over the north celestial pole
Both map and mirror, show us the way
But no one can show us the whole . . .
Berenice's Hair is ever close by
Straight up above Great Bear prowls
Lit in glory by the Seven Starred Plough
Hidden
Rope Trick
(Lyrics
by Daevid Allen)
oh precocious moment, enjoy yourself for now
for soon you will dissolve into the great song
for we are all sparkling melodies in a one great song
arise and pass, arise and pass, arise and pass
hold it in your open heart, and never try to own this art
everything and nothing, everyone and no-one
I live in an illusion
and if there is a reality, I do not know this
I see that I am nothing, and being nothing
I am everything
Hit The Moon
(Lyrics
by Bridget Wishart)
A ruined
face and a ruined voice
Cry 'John', cry 'John'
She waits and waits all night long
What's going on? What's gone wrong?
Crying 'John', crying 'John'
Again she waits and waits and waits
No one comes, No one comes
It's been too long, much too long
Well I heard her cries day and night
Her ruined mind rambled on...
Crying 'John', oh crying 'John'
deeply
Understood their intent and leapt
through the machine
Back to those purple chairs,
I should be sitting there
Down side steps finds humanities trash
Off came clothes and discarding the past
I cleansed myself with milk and wine
Fingers played gadgets, cracking codes
Cracking codes and controlling their trucks
She said 'you can get dressed',
I'd passed the test
This day I'd travel to another world
Down the twisty baggage shoot
Helter skelter spat me out
Smooth grey tarmac, startled shout
Into the plane, onto the rack
Goodbye mum I won't be back
Crucified me on the only door
Braced and ready for their attack
Ziggy took me off in Black Maria
Where the bigger rockets fly
And when we hit the moon
Holding Hands
(Lyrics
by Bridget Wishart)
Tired eyes, search
the sky
Awaiting your return
Saw you fly, way up high
Hidden by the sun
Just like beating hearts
Stick around, until you've found
The perfect place to start
Every soul a stepping stone
Part of you is part of me
Into infinity
Are asking why
You should have it all
Sail up high
And listen for a call
We're holding hands
The
Idle Hours Of The Fruit Fly
(Poem by Knut Gerwers)
in my spare time
- which is the time they spare me -
when I hitch an aerial ride through this cold gleaming realm
of plastic metal and stainless lightbeams
when I am off their microscopic hooks
amidst two vivisections
to stretch my wings and learning to fly on thin air with an opened
spine
I am watching these beings, discretely robed in their pure white
frocks
these camouflage - coats pretending purity
faces hidden behind their scientific robbery masks
I chose to call them my colleagues
but I wonder
wouldn't they rather open up each other's spines
suck the fluid out with long straws
chop off each other's limbs to fall for a friendly discussion
on a bloody floor
smiling and reasoning about these most curious consequences.
cheerfully prophesizing the progression they've presented the
world with
on their last breath
not mine
Ingleborough
(Lyrics
by Michael Moorcock)
Who magics wonders for the crowd
To bow and to bend
And to balance and spin
The bubble of diplomacy
Above the heads of those who would be king
Lady
Jane
(Lyrics
by Bridget Wishart)
Lady Jane . . .
Used and abused
Over and again
Oh poor sweet Lady Jane
Lived with killers and ghosts
A victim of a plot
A tool for men at court
When they forced you to be queen
Kept the Catholics from the crown
Kept our Mary down
You were only seventeen
When they forced you to be queen
Kept the Catholics from the crown
Kept our Mary down
Grey was the day
When Mary signed your life away
Grey was your name
Blood ran from your veins
Oh poor sweet Lady Jane
I will never make you king she cried
I never asked to be queen she sighed
They said I might go home but they lied
I never wanted to be made your bride
I will never make you king she cried
I never asked to be queen she sighed
They said I might go home but they lied
It's a shame such a shame
That your reign nine day reign
Was a cruel and heartless game
Logger's
Revenge (Brian Tawn Speaks)
(Spoken Words by Brian Tawn rearranged
by Don Falcone)
Songs, demos, project
The lyrics to this novel
Songs, demos, project
The only opportunityThe only opportunity
The clips heard here
The only opportunity
Shiny and cold . . . Gold . . . Turns to gold . . . Janni dwelt in luxury The Taj Mahal was built to hold your mother Jahanara soul sister. Reaching up through time Janni, Janni. Jahanara. Jahanara
The
Midas Touch
(Lyrics
by Bridget Wishart & Don Falcone)
Turns to gold . .
.
Don't you see what's happening?
Our dreams are changing
The lines of life in our hands
It's a curse what makes it worse is your desire
It's a curse what makes it worse is your desire
Your desire -- The Midas Touch
This is what's occurring, dreams are turning
The lines of our hands, are forever burning
Don't you see what's happened?
My dream has changed us
And your lines of life . . .
Touch, touch, touch
Aaaaah The Midas Touch . . .
Mistress Of The Age
(Lyrics
by Bridget Wishart)
Janni fire burned
your body, Janni
Jahanara, Beautiful and clever
But he never won the crown.
But was forbidden to marry. Jahanara
Best beloved of your father.
Janni sought freedom in captivity
Exploring her humanity
To the end of the line.
Janni your life is a memory, Your death is history.
Montfallcon
(Lyrics
by Michael Moorcock)
I hear you weeping in the night
Oh my queen
If you were only woman and not Albion
These sweet wives I'd leave
I recall your yearning flesh
Your high despairing breath
Your innocence, your lust
My pleasure in your pain
I breathe your name
I hold the hair to my ears, oh madam
So that I no longer hear to sleep.
Watch out for sparks! Inside, tied to me Watch out for sparks! . . .
Mother Of The Dragon
(Lyrics by Don Falcone
& Bridget Wishart)
Inside, tied to me
Better hope the water's lying
Better pray I'm not carrying
Nurturing, encircling
Blood is false
Skin is teasing
Life, a life, alive . . .
Could I be bringing
A creature into this world?
Oh, could I be carrying
A creature into this world?
That tear, and scar
That leave a mark
That burn and char
Better hope the water's lying
Better pray I'm not carrying
Nurturing, encircling
Blood is false
Skin is teasing
Life, a life, alive
Could I be bringing
A creature into this world?
Oh, could I be carrying
A creature into this world?
Ahhhhh . . .
Pray, pray and pray, pray and pray
I'm not ever, a host or a home,
No, not a mother
Pray, pray and pray, pray and pray
for a baby . . .
Pray, pray and pray, for a baby,
maybe . . .
New
Religion
(Lyrics
by Tracy Lee Williams)
Religion pretends to be your friend
Well, it's gonna get you in the endBlessed are those
that kill each other
that cheat each other
that lie to one another
In the name of god
Well, in the name of religionDivisions of nation
All from the same creation
Bloodshed forgiven
When for the sake of religion
So let your nature tear the veil from our eyes Twisted words, Scattered truths Clear the confusion that the legends hold So let my sight open wide to your true guise
Queen
Of Ghosts
(Lyrics
by Bridget Wishart)
It's so hard to see
the way you are
Lost in history's deep deceptive heart
And it's not very easy, to read between the lines
Queen of Ghosts - I got left behind
Let the facts we discover be our prize
Let your story reach into our lives
Can we touch the real you?
Twisted tales, Shattered views
Can we touch the real you?
Can we touch the real you?
Trying to make the circle whole
Understanding your proper role
Suspending belief in what we're told
Let the night make me wise deep inside
Let your light shine bright by my side
Hecate
The
Real Time
(Lyrics
by Don Falcone)
You say
you want to eat
That you like the taste of deceit
You walk right to where there's food
And hope someone's in the mood
And you say you want me to disappear
That I'm the one you fear
You say you want to touch
You just hope it doesn't cost much
You're pulling it off again
The sheets that hide crime
You cannot pretend
This isn't the time
This is the real timeYou say you want to live
You want the water, the one that gives
And you see it running down your back
Giving slack along our attack
And you hope someone's in the mood
Any he says hey baby can I please
You're my prisoner and you must escape
I've sure you've got some dinner on the takeYou're pulling it off again
The sheets that hide crime
You cannot pretend
This isn't the time
This is the real timeLooking at our history
I don't see no mystery
It never matter who would win
We would call off the sinI could look you in the eye
And I knew I wouldn't . . . .This is the real time
This is the real time
The trees and lakes And the first thing, the first thing is the It's a rocket to the end of the line Intuitive, impulsive, it's a natural. The first thing, And the first thing (it's a rocket), It's a rocket, It's a rocket (it's a rocket).
Rocket To The End
Of The Line
(Lyrics
by SteveSwindells & Bridget Wishart)
You've got to cut
down to shut down
to open up, if you please.
Before you cut down to see the wood
before the trees.
The rocks and sand
We take our place and keep the land
So let's get all our stuff
In a great big rocket
And point it past the sun
first thing that comes into your head.
Don't fight it, 'cos it's right (the first thing),
and it points the way ahead.
(the first thing).
That's a rocket - it's a rocket to the
end of the line.
Intuitive, impulsive,
it's a natural recognition . . .
Sleep on silk
Drown in fur
Bathe in milk
Call me sir
Our fantasies are going to change
The world no longer is our stage
The primary focus it's . . .
is an imprint, an acceptance;
It's a rocket, it's a rocket . . .
the first thing (it's a rocket) is the first thing
that comes into your head.
Don't fight it, 'cos it's right (don't fight it), and
it points the way ahead.
(Rocket, rocket, rocket, rocket)
It's a rocket to the end of the line.
Intuitive, impulsive . . . it's the first thing . . .
Salome
(Lyrics
by Bridget Wishart)
Salome, Herodias
Golden and gleaming
fountain of youth
oh pity for mother
(Herodias)
never told you the truthHerodias, adulteress
mother of Salome, SalomeSalome, the golden
heard her mother's wails
(Herodias, adulteress)
danced the seven veils . . .Herodias, adulteress
mother of Salome, SalomeSalome, the golden,
heard her mother's wails
danced the seven veils . . .
Sarah's Surprise
(Lyrics
by Bridget Wishart)
Its such
a surprise
Its such a surprise
I can see it in your eyes
You've been telling me lies
I've seen thru your disguise
Oh yeah
Its such a surprise
I can see it in your eyes
What else will I find in the back of
your mind?
What secrets have you hidden there?
You should have tried to be kind
When I cried and I cried
But you know
You don't really care
Its such a surprise
I can see it, I can see it, I can see it,
I can see it
I can see it, I can see it, I can see it,
I can see it
I can see it in your eyes, in your eyes
Very slowly, very quietly
There's a wheel that turns and turns
Is there someone to take care of it?
When will it stop when will it end?
There's a space amidst the chaos
That is cool and calm
Is there someone to take care of it?
When will it stop when will it end?
Secret
Invention
(Lyrics
by Don Falcone)
I've got a secret
A secret invention
I've got a secret
It goes like this . . .
I want to keep out the noise, keep it pure
I want to keep it concealed, keep it to myself
It's deep in power and it's deep in wealth
But I wouldn't want to lose it in a sea of stealth
I've got a secret
A secret invention
I've got a secret
I want to keep out the noise, keep it pure
I want to keep it concealed, keep it to myself
It's a tool for all ages, with an eye to progress
But I can't reveal the truth -- I'm in the middle of a test
I've got a secret
A secret invention
I've got a secret
It goes like this . . .
I want to keep out the noise, keep it pure
I want to keep it concealed, keep it to myself
It doesn't need a god, and it doesn't need law
I can give it life, I can give it my all
I've got a secret
A secret invention
I've got a secret
It goes like this . . .
Silene's Light
(Lyrics by Bridget Wishart)
Ra ruled the world
Banned Nut from birth
But Thoth won moonlight
That helped Her children come to Earth
Leaping round the flames.
Fire from the moon
Shouting sacred names.
Great, strong and trueAshes from the fire
On the altar of dreams
Strength of desire
Expresses its needs
Dance, DanceGods now are borning
5 more days are dawning
The prize of Silene's light
Set creation right
Creation rightAshes from the fire
On the altar of dreams
Strength of desire
Expresses its needs
Dance, Dance, Dance in a trancePower that she gives fills everything that lives
Power that she gives fills everything that lives
In the end its done, then comes the sun
In the end its done, then comes the sun
Dance, DanceArms held up high
Chanting to the sky
In dark there was light
If the legends do not lieAshes from the fire
On the altar of dreams
Strength of desire
Expresses its needs
Speak
To The Wind
(Lyrics
by Don Falcone)
Look to the center of
the tallest tree,
look to the top of the sky
I see faces that move like they're trying to cry,
I feel a chill, and I grow old
I put my hands in the middle of a pool of dirt,
reach for the treasure inside
I let them sing like they never have sung before,
I hear a sound, and it's my voice
I speak to the wind of what I don't know,
I speak to the wind, I may never know
Roll over dig down, open lips make sound,
speak like you want to say something new
Roll over give ground, open lips make sound,
speak like you want to say something new
Roll over dig down, open lips make sound,
speak like you want to say something new
Roll over give ground, speak like you want to,
roll over give ground, speak like you can
Storm
Shelter
(Lyrics
by Bridget Wishart)
In your arms I shelter from the storm
And your gentle touch thrills me to
the core.
Your laughter fills my heart
And the nights that we're apart
last much too long.
In my eyes you shine like a star
Who would have believed that
we'd have come this far,
And now I've found your love
I thank the Lord above for this
sweet song.
Baby mine I love you
Baby mine I really do
And when you're in my dreams
I wonder what all this can mean
Are you the one that I've been
waiting for?
By your side I feel so safe and strong
And your loving smile's
Is like the break of dawn.
Our love grants us the wish
That the nights we spend in bliss
last oh so long.
Baby mine I love you...
This
Mark You Make
(Lyrics by Don Falcone)
Please
focus, before you shoot
I wouldn't want to see you do me wrong
Picture me, but hesitate
Once you get me there's no turning back
Please focus, before you shoot
Make the most, here comes my fade from black
Each time you look, each time you touch
There is a mark you make
Each time you look, each time you touch
There is a love you hateAnd it takes years to recover and misplace
Yes it takes years to discover and replace
This mark you make, this mark you make
When you misfire, when you misfire
Each time you look . . .Please focus, before you shoot
I wouldn't want to see you do me wrong
Don't overlook, or estimate
I wouldn't want to be like that for long
Please focus, before you shoot
I only ask when I'm not strongEach time you look, each time you touch
There is a mark you make
Each time you look, each time you touch
There is a love you hateAnd it takes years to recover and misplace
Yes it takes years to discover and replace
This mark you make, this mark you make
When you misfire, when you misfireEach time you look . .
This mark you make, this mark you make
Each time you look . .
This mark you make, this mark you make
This mark you make . . .
Throw
Yourself In (Lyrics for Intelli-Fish)
("Throw Yourself In"
lyrics for Intelli-Fish by Don Falcone)
Here comes another
cosmic cluster
Here comes another cosmic cluster
i'm drowning in space
but i still might get out
dripping in space
from my soul to my mouth
and I sight a band of muses
they're shifting light, and playing night
on a dry (bed of) space beach
who knows what they are all about
who knows what they are all about
The
Train
(Lyrics
by Don Falcone)
The train is in your way
She's no good for you
The train is in your way
She may light up, but still be true
The gift horse is a Trojan horse
Her mouth is full of snake
My love, you may go to sleep
Lay your trust in me, and I'll stay awakeThe midnight dream is an endless dream
Whispers die in an ocean of steam
My love, you may go to sleep
Lay your trust in me, and I'll stay awakeLay your trust, lay, lay
Lay your trust in me.The train is in your way
She's no good for you
The train is in your way
She may never reach, but stay in viewYour boyhood home is a priceless home
The wind can cradle and metal can shake
My love, you may go to sleep
Lay your trust in me, and I'll stay awakeLay your trust, lay, lay
Lay your trust in me.
Two
Friends
(Lyrics
by Don Falcone, with additions by Bridget Wishart)
Two friends
sitting here in the dark
Waiting for the rain to go
Plenty to say, nothing to do
We look inside, we look at you
Look inside, look at you
Talk about people we have known
Bring them all back to life
What went wrong, what went right?
Knowing where to go, knowing
what we know
Two friends sitting here in the dark
No matter what they need
Draw a little closer with each breath
Let the rain be their melody
Rain be their melody
Bear our souls down to the ground
We'll be honest, we'll be free
Let our eyes shoot in the dark
Light a light for you and me
Light a light for you and me
You turned your cheek when we
kissed good night
But yeah, you laughed on cue
at all the lines
We're gone for days and we stay
out of touch
But yeah, we'll talk again
And we'll say so much
When the time is... right
You turned your cheek when we
kissed good night
But yeah, you laughed on cue
Two friends sitting here in the dark
Waiting for the rain to go
Got plenty to say, nothing to do
But look inside, and grow
Look inside and grow
Talk about people we have loved
Bring them all back to life
Bear our souls down to the ground
We shot so far, we shot so far,
yeah, we shot so far...
Shot so far, shot so far, shot so far...
oh no!
The
Unknown
(Lyrics
by Don Falcone)
I choose my place, outline of flesh
remember my name, purpose of fame
to dance around the spin of birth
Comes the flash, new lease on life
stir to wake, pause to love
I like the feel for what it's worth
I like the feel for what it's worth
We take from the hand
and give to the world the unknown
When we like the night we like the moves
we know we're right when we forfeit our dues
we want to hold it all for all time
Control of ease on top of the world
get to the soul and make it roll
knowing it all makes it fine
knowing it all makes it fine
We take from the hand
and give to the world the unknown
What works for years should work for less
what's in your heart is the place to start
and the words you choose should never lose
because gods they come and gods they go . . .
We take from the hand
and give to the world the unknown
Upturned
Dolphin
(Poem
by Roger Neville-Neil)
Shiny silver clam
pearl as bright as a flame
cool luminous gemUpturned dolphin fins
holding a crystal bubble
gently to the sky
I'm the quiet side of midnight in a deserted room
My laughter the shiver
Released from its tombI am
and I'm not
Anything
You can't see(chorus)
You open your eyes, and you will see
You'll see the walking shadow arrive
You open your eyes, and you will see
You'll see the walking shadow aliveI am the walking shadow
Enter wher your dreams have fled
The nocturnal spectre
No sound like a cat paws treadI'm a faint line in space
A border where nothing exists
A retinal void
The memory you're unable to resistI am
and I'm not
Anything
You can't see(chorus)
You open your eyes, and you will see
You'll see the walking shadow arrive
You open your eyes, and you will see
You'll see the walking shadow aliveI am the walking shadow
I continue when you cease to be
I infiltrate all light
Cause your vision to flee