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Bananas In The Sky
02:36
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BANANAS IN THE SKY
Bananas in the sky am I.
Musa balbiciana, domus cellestiana
and my skin is tinged with blue,
for I am a sky banana.
What cheeky chimpanzee
did fling me from a tree
but never did I come to rest
on mountain land or sea
In the land of the ancients,
Papua new Guinea,
an ingenious tribe
did fashion out a catapult
of such propulsive thrust,
ballistic thump;
Oh What a rush!
that I was flung out into orbit.
Thinkest you the moon is made of cheese?
That shiny crescent in the sky is my banana.
And when I pose my my arms a knees to rest
there in the shape of chin and nose and crest of brow
smile winking at the earth.
Musa balbiciana, domus cellestiana
and my skin is tinged with blue,
for I am a sky banana.
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2. |
Tower Of Gold
04:43
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TOWER OF GOLD
There once was a man who came to a place
Where metal was mined and made.
And this fine fettled man had a fine metal plan
to make it his domain.
So he worked and he schemed and he laid down his plan
For power and he was so bold.
That after four short years he became the king
And started building his tower of gold.
By the sweating of your pelt you can make the ore melt
With the bellows and your muscle and wood.
But the tower was tall and the town gave all
Till their fires burned lower than they should.
“Hark” said the king “Wood you shall bring.
With your axes search far and wide.
Cut me a forest for my tower of gold
Nowhere a tree shall hide.”
Chorus: Our beating hearts are locked in Stone
The cold of winter cracked our bone
Knock thrice for our advice and the warmth of love
Will bless your homes.
The furnace roared as they gave up their hoard
Till none had wood to spare.
So the king looked around and he saw they had none
And said “Bring me your beds and your chairs”.
So they chopped and they hacked and the soldiers sacked
And a law was passed all around.
That fires were banned at the cost of a hand
And the cold crept out of the ground.
Babes in arms were shivering blue
And the old began to cry
With the cold of the winter months in their bones
The weak began to die.
So ten of the wisest went to the king
To ask for the fire of life.
But the soldiers dug a hole and they pushed them in
And they killed them all with a knife.
Chorus
After many long years a story spread
Of a magic stone that sings.
Beneath the stone were the bones of the wise
Striking fear in the heart of the king.
“Knock thrice for our advice” was the story in their song.
So a law was passed, mighty fast:
To knock three times was wrong.
But there came a child of innocence who’s tongue could not be tied.
She knew a word of power. That simple word was “WHY”
She knocked three times on the bone cold stone
And an answer came from within:
“Light a fire upon our rock And we’ll bring you the head of the king.
So the girl built a fire upon that stone and it split the earth in two.
A mighty gorge spread to the forge with a vengeance that was due.
The proud foundations of the tower split their last goodbye.
And the tumbling tower saw its final hour
Through the lid of a still … The lid of a dulling…
The lid of a closing royal eye.
Chorus
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3. |
The Cauldron's Muse
03:17
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TRACK THREE: THE CAULDRON'S MUSE
This crater – this Vulcan crater
from the bowels
From the bowels of the earth these crocodiles of fire come snapping at my heals
Like naked berries, my blisters here all stretched shall yield in vein surrender
BALROG !!!
What alchemy here burns inside my pit
The flames of hunger make a furnace from
my bag of air and spit
So now shall I fill my toothless mouth with rocks and lie upon my side,
a gaping crevice for a lizard here to make a bride.
Snap shut I shall upon the telling tale,
all thrashing like a crazed tongue… all garbled nonsense shouting
… as the pulse in passing makes my life more long
CARBUNCLES !!!
spring forth the puss of decades brewed
the seed from lustful stallions landing nigh upon the fertile ash.
and so now spring forth uncurling ferns !
the necks of dragons jungled so like writhing worms
Upon the razor air to breathe, upon the scorching steam to sip,
And belch a furnace at the blinding king of light,
who saddled in the spine of heaven’s back
hath set a crackle in the knuckles of my back
So now seated in the cauldron of my bile,
bear witness to “The Muse Beguiled”
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BARON VON PETAL AND HIS QUEEN OF UNIVERSAL DARK
The Baron was in his launching tower, stoking up the grate.
His mistress pulls the handles tight and opens up the gates.
She straps him to his leather chair and twiddles his moustache,
Then clenches her stilettoed boots to make the pistons thrash.
The town’s folk hear a mighty boom; with open mouths they wait,
For the rumbling earth once more to sleep, and the smoke to dissipate.
The castle tower in ruins lies, all broken teeth and dust;
As the mistress still unruffled winks, and readjusts her bust.
Above the clouds a shadow looms; a darkened bird of doom;
A cataclysmic pirate stealing pieces from the moon.
The Baron with a magpie’s lust is cleaning up the stars;
From Mars’s rust to Ganymed all trapped in glowing jars.
And when the sky is empty, all but for the burning sun;
He knows that ball of fire will sleep, and in the night be won.
Landing now upon the earth, he juggles jars of light.
And fashions out a necklace of starlight burning bright.
Then kneeling so, before his muse who’s stirrups spin a squeal,
He offers up the necklace as completion of the deal.
But turning from her prostrate sire with necklace in her hand
She locks it in her cabinet ridding light from all the land
For though the fire of starlight can melt an icy heart
She is Baron Petal’s sweetest queen… Baron Petal’s sweetest queen…
Baron Petal’s sweetest queen of universal DARK !
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5. |
Twilight Of A Hermit
03:29
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TWILIGHT OF A HERMIT
A pastel trellis Blends to silhouette as owl hoot beckons day-fall
the bird chime restive still from early sun-beam breaking…
And from my perch, misplaced in some forgotten routing tumble…
patient… waiting… I eye this fragile jungle
Listen to the hollow echo common to the first and last call broaching silence,
Watch the impact of a fallen crystal drip drop as it meets
that world of black and moon-pale grey-shine.
Feel the tremble of existence ebb and sink
beyond the distant vaults beyond my eye-line,
and dare not breathe…
for fear of waking..
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6. |
Pumpkin Brains
05:03
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PUMPKIN BRAINS
Behold… The Rain.
Like drops of silver metal, Feeding pumpkin brains.
There rides a vine:
Rustling leaves and tingling spines;
The breathing earth has sighed;
Pushing forth its daughters to the night.
Hark… A Beating Drum.
Far on the horizon, the dancing of the sun.
There rides a vine:
Yellow blooms with tails that bind;
Whispered thoughts for swelling minds
Robed in gold and bathed in dappled light.
Behold… The Moon
All mercury and shivers, the chattering of doom.
There rides a vine:
Stealth through shadows - out to dine;
Ankles pulled beneath the glen.
hungry pumpkins feed on bones of men!
Hark… The Flames.
Leaping cross the meadow – calling out your names.
There a pumpkin grins!
And there another; pumpkin twins.
Liked by crimson’s hot desires,
Pumpkin lanterns circle you in fire.
Pumpkin Brains….
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THE PURPLE AND SLIGHTLY PINK WIZARD
I am “The Purple Wizard”.
You may call me “The Amethyst Avenger”
You may also call me The “Ornately Auspiciously Aubergine”,
“The Heroic Heliotrope” or The “Daringly Dashing Damson”.
I do not blow raspberries
And neither am I prone to the ravishes of rubicundity.
You must not call me “Strawberry Cupcake”
… and by the way, could you please not refer to me as
“The Crimson Cockatoo” or “The Scarlet carbuncular Caterpillar”.
Violets, fuchsias and lavender may be considered fitting,
but carnations and roses will be met with the utmost disapproval.
In fact, maybe you should forget
using flowers to refer to me altogether…
And that goes for rainbows and colouring pencils too…
And you must never call me “Rinky-Dink”
For I am purple and definitely not pink !!
I am the purple and slightly pink… I am the purple and slight…
I am “The PURPLE Wizard” !!
I do not eat candy floss or salmon,
And I do not wear underwear of the cameo variety.
NEVER call me flamingo, bubble gum or PIGLET;
For I am “The Purple… I am the purp…
I’m only slightly pink.
I am the purp… purp…
I AM THE PINK WIZARD !!!
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