Some douche.

The Moonbeams of St. Angeles.

"The mirror's fractured along with the window on Heaven's submarine.

The Spanish Sun and one thing can save you -

The moonbeams of St. Angeles

The moonbeams of St. Angeles

They can save you from the breath of an elegy, from an elegiac lung.

They can save you from a spacecraft emergency,

And the ghosts of 2001 -

The moonbeams of St. Angeles

The moonbeams of St. Angeles"

Duke Palantine

I.R.O.K. AND AZEALIA BANKS AT AMSTERDAM'S PARADISO, 2011

Last weekend Amsterdam's Paradiso was taken over by London Calling, a mini festival jam packed with bands, geographically leaning towards association with the English capital. Will and the People, Friends, Jamie N Commons, The History of Apple Pie and many more made their way to Holland, but the highlights were undoubtably I.R.O.K. and Azealia Banks. 

 

The latter appeared at 1am, shortly before I.R.O.K.'s set at 2am - both on the upper stage. Azealia Banks hails from Harlem, New York. Here a formal training in the classical performing arts lent to her versatility as a songstress and emcee. A dirty mouth and an innovative flow have garnered industry interest and guest appearances with acts such as Major Lazer. Now she's ready to hit the solo path hard. The preparation for her debut album is well under way, having dropped gems like '212' - below. Beyond witticism and the manipulation of idiomatic expression, rapping is about vox as an instrument. Few master this better than Banks, as she moves from oaky Harlem drawl to gorbellied R&B. Her excessive use of expletives leaves no linguistic fig leaf unturned. 'Bowdlerising' is not within the woman's vocabulary and frankly it only adds to her charm - Banks' girlish innocence is an intoxicating combination when placed alongside such rotten filth. 'Cunt' is bandied about with every other sentence and finds an excited, ebullient crowd. Azealia Banks is hot property and will more than likely find herself on the bill of every self-respecting festival next year.

 

I.R.O.K. were also spot on the money, the London-based troupe raved in mad rapture beneath the luminous glow of Amsterdam's iconic venue. The 'dimension' the band creates, as discussed by lead-man Mike Title below, is a fine example of what is commonly referred to as 'magic'. We're not talking about Paul Daniels chopping Debbie McGee in two - we're talking about Prospero, Edward Kelly and Agrippa. The British artist Grayson Perry, in a new exhibition at the British Museum, boasts a section of 20 or so objects dedicated to his role as magician. Perry embodies objects with sacred powers, he transforms them into mystical entities - as do I.R.O.K. through the medium of music.

 

"Art is literally magic" according to comic book savant Alan Moore. A book of spells, a grimoire, literally means 'book of grammar' - words being integral to creative outputs. Occult shares its etymology with 'cult' and 'culture'. In early history magic was referred to as 'the art' or the 'black art'. Black art is commonly misunderstood as sinister and evil, but then it simply referred to the fertile black soil lining the banks of the Nile. Ancient Egypt has long been known as a spiritual menhir. Take The Exodus for example. When Moses goes to the Pharaoh to demonstrate his relationship with God, he first tosses down his staff and turns it into a serpent. The Pharaoh's magicians are not shocked by this transmogrification and swiftly follow suit. Can we conceive the human mind, through magic, has the ability to access ulterior dimensions? Something demonstrated in Exodus as a more simple task, before the Enlightenment took hold with iron grip. Pathfinder of this movement Isaac Newton was not only a pioneer of physics, he was an alchemist. The idea of Newton as rationalist has been popularised but he was in fact the last of the magicians, he spent most of life immersed in alchemy and attempting to decode the Bible in search of esoteric knowledge.

 

Well I.R.O.K. are modern alchemists, new magicians helping shift our malleable consciousness through art. Title writhes in shamanistic fulminations and their afro-futurist punk fizzes with the evening's effervescence. A band so singular in their vision hasn't performed since Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars - but Bowie acted like a bit of a self-aggrandising penis. Recent scientific discoveries maybe heralding the undoing of rationalism.

 

The £11 billion LHC experiment in Geneva has turned up some curious results. Let us assume these results from CERN are authentic and Einstein's Theory Of Special Relativity has been disproved. Subatomic particles, neutrinos, have been measured on multiple occasions to have traveled faster than the speed of light. One explanation is they take short cuts through other dimensions. Perhaps human consciousness has the ability to access these. Perhaps hallucinations are simply other dimensions staring back at us with equal curiosity - perhaps The Intergalactic Republic of Kongo are our modern ships transporting the mind through portals of space. Livemusic certainly tripped our tits off and left our inhibitions in London. Below Mike Title gives profound insight into the mind of a modern alchemist. Replaced are mercurial liquids and pestles and mortars, instead this band stir the cauldron of modern culture and audio colours, then spit down the throat of the Magi's serpents. Guttural, immediate and a live act to miss at your peril.

New band Scottish Deer Death are set for November show. 

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The Infinite Cat dances with The Kingston Trio - Greenback dollar.

Mississippi moon beams dappled, smokey blue over the tin roof of a Juke Joint. Bacchanalia swamped postmodernism and dancers writhed like lunatic snakes in the music hall. Torches made of lime and sulphur swept through the moth-flickering night illuminating the young, frenzied faces.

 

As the evening began, muffled capitalist pin-stripped mobile phones buzzed in the hollows of Tartarus. Bourgeois 'enlightenment' screamed for a pedestal to lock-up their dreams on operating tables. They sort to transmogrify the participants into consumer and then spectator. By breaking their leg bones they could stop the dancing and charge for the malady's resolve. But tonight the lupine howls were on the side of ecstasy. Machine fetishes were drowned in the Wolf River with Jeff Buckley and secret histories let cool steel blades glint, coagulated with incarnadine blood. The salons of Paris were set on fire and Diderot's wig turned to smoke. 

 

The tune that had captured the delight of the new shamans was Kingston Trio's 'Greenback Dollar'

More Infinite Cat's wish bone drawings - Odd Future 'Bitch Suck Dick'.

The life expectancy of a man in the United Kingdom is 77.2 years. This ranks as 20th in the list of world countries - Japan is in first position with 79. So as one of us, cursing across the tumultuous conveyor of Albion, reaches the age of 28, we have used up exactly 36% of our life-juice. The thoughts that begin clattering around the ageing encephalon focus on the future of human culture. Idiomatic expressions like "grow-up, you've got a lot to learn you little shit" and "back in my day" gush readily from the lips of these weathered mouths.

Odd Future represent a cultural and moral dilemma to these men. On the one hand they are a highly entertaining and comical young act, on the other, fearlessly amoral and irresponsible to boot - Cliff Richard they are not! Peace and love are replaced by "dick-sucking" and "bitch-slapping". Odd Future are the litmus result of disaffected youth and the menhir of decomposing decorum. Producer of note Steve Albini, called them "assholes making music about being assholes" and "self-satisfied asshole scrubs." If the world sources Odd Future as role models it will find itself morally retarded and spiritually defunct. The man that has used up his 36% is entitled to look upon this behaviour with distain, anger even. After the recent riots exposed the underbelly of uneducated, witless society, we may confidently predict a decline in cultural and moral values.

The bombshell has dropped. The future is set to be overcrowded by salting youth bullies that regard personal wealth and satisfaction as paramount. Adding to this, if the weather predictions and economic forecast are to be believed, the future looks austere and very odd indeed. Humility get your spoon ready, here comes the humble pie. To ease the transition into doltish dystopia here's 'Bitch Suck Dick'.

The Infinite Cat sings about everliving friends.

I met you in the house,

You said you were homesick.

I responded "you look good a cricket"

Turns out you're alright.

Do you remember by the lamp,

We found what we were worth,

As we danced not to touch the earth.

Perhaps we never came down.

Some get the heebie-jeebies,

When they see you in CBGBs,

Sleeping and taking all that GHB.

But you don't scare me.

It's not about you,

It's not about me,

It might not be about anyone, But that's ok.

More drawing from the Infinite Cat!

INFINITY!!!!!!!

“We know that the ancient Egyptians were accomplished taxidermist, this is most likely one of their creations they made to scare away thieves.”  Dr. Jason Hendley of Oxford university said.

Some of the scientists agree with Dr, Hendley while others are less sceptical.

“I find it quite perplexing that the spinal column of the creature is actually attached to the skull.”  Dr.Winston Gorjone explained. “If this was the creation of some ancient taxidermist, the attachment of the skull to the spinal column would have been obvious.  There would be wire holding the skull to the spinal column. In this case, there is not.   The bone is fused together naturally which would indicate that this skeleton may indeed be the remains of some long forgotten species of animal.”

“What we must not forget is that ancient Egyptian lore is filled with half human/half animal beings.” Dr. Gorjone said. “The question that now lies before us is whether or not they were imaginary or if they really existed.

 What can you tell us about the mysterious floating orb that was found in the hidden chamber?
“I am not at liberty to discuss it.” Dr. Gorjone said. “For now the golden sphere is considered a state secret by the Egyptian government and we are not allowed to discuss it with anyone.”

How soon do you think the secret of the floating sphere will be uncovered and when it is, will this information be released to the public?

“Right now the sphere is still inside the great pyramid. From what I have been told it can not be moved.  Technicians have tried using hydraulic pistons to force it free from its present position, but the force field it is generating is to powerful.   What it is and how it has managed to stay afloat for thousands of years is still a mystery.”

On and on and on and on - meow....

"By the late twentieth century, our time, a mythic time, we are all chimeras, theorized and fabricated hybrids of machine and organism; in short, we are cyborgs." 

FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Didley DMTidge

Oh wanderous crystal

Were you conceived in the breast of a super novae? Did you languidly come into the sensorial from the non-sensorial?

The quality of the crystal is that we know not what they are or in what energy they preside.

Mr DMT, graciously acquired from senorite Barnados of the paedophile bank account sent me scatamarang. Oh Globules of fire fresh shining sun dance. A visit from the cycloptic eye. He hurled fat boulders at my arrogance and sploshed me on a new shore. Unbelievable light brigade. Soldiers of skulduggery. He let me scrump with the harpies and rewrite the tunes. 

One puffle suck from the glass dick and I exhaled lovely whirbelling smoke particles these promptly turned into ice cubes and I left for gobble land. Here I ascended white puffle cloud stairs and came to an imp. This impus told ~ ‘There are seven stages to experience. First is the life as you know it followed by death which is another life and you rise through six promotions to become a guardian’

This left me slightly bemused like a tear in rain and I returned after what the clock told me to be an hour. This may have lasted a million years and it would have still felt the same. I came to on the floor with my whiskers in the fluff. This was unlike other party trips – this was not a party trip but an inexplicable odyssey. The second time I ingested the rainbow crystal that evening the smoke after exhalation turned to thousands of small tigers that spread out and crawled~ actually no they swam off throughout the room. They were swimming because their hairs were waving just as they would under water and they paddled as they would as well. Tigers are the best swimmers – the only ones that seem to have been designed to swim as they have webbed paws. This was a message from the celestial if they had been lions they would have not swam but roamed I’m sure. They were so beautiful. 1000s of tiny tigers. It was real.  I remerged into the puffle land and began to ascend. I arrived at a point still embalmed in pure white and felt the presence of an entity. Without words I knew this was the guardian. It let me know that I was allowed a question. I asked it when I would die. It replied that I was the only entity it had come across that is to die only once and asked me never to returnaturn.

I came round again and found my face waxing the concrete. Claret was dribbling from my chinnywinkle and I felt as though I should pass on a third return as he may well ended me that once. It was all behind one of Jung’s strange mirrors. 

The infinitely good old days of the Amsterdam Cat!

Some seriously good old days! (2005 2b accurate) 

Remind your mind you're made of particles 

Masterful maker, maybe it's a carnival.

Maybe we should kill like Bill The Butcher

Maybe when you die there ain't a space for God to put ya!

shezz-Bone is one odd cat!

My name is Louis - I am an apple, a fig tree and an fish. I have leapt with the greatest salmon from the banks of the Nile, I have hidden beneath rocks in the deserts of Atlantis - I am forever young - A lover naked entwined with the book of the dead.

This wheelchair does not bind me I am an arthritic superman - I am a God! Come lilly pads be my toadstools let me skate over your greeny veins - let me find the moon's eclipse.

Congratulations to James and Julia upon their marriage xxxxx

BOOM! (fish)!!! An explosion of mind-boggling violence rang out into the Hadal regions of nothing 13.7 billion years ago. The universe has cooled since, explosive energy has condensed into the matter that makes up everything from ventricles to dew drops balancing on the edge of poplar ferns. In the primordial instance of this great 'bang!' lie clandestine meetings between knowledge and truth, man has put a glass to the wall and awaits to give ears to the confabulation. Most finely tuned of these 'ears' is the Large Hadron Collider, its auditory tube circles the earth beneath Bourdigny, accelerating two beams of atomic particles in opposite directions. The content of the conversation between these two virtues is uncertain. It may be of the Higgs boson, quark/gluon plasma, parallel universes, a myriad unknowns but what is in no doubt is that whoever built this instrument should start a puppet show or bakery!

Infinite Cats waiting for Mr. Mojo risin', reclining like oxen on the cobbles of Love Street

INFINITE CATS ON MORRISON'S GRAVE - 40ys 4 days ago x

She lives on Love Street

Lingers long on Love Street

She has a house and garden

I would like to see what happens

She has robes and she has monkeys

Lazy diamond studded flunkies

She has wisdom and knows what to do

She has me and she has you

She has wisdom and knows what to do

She has me and she has you

I see you live on Love Street

There's this store where the creatures meet

I wonder what they do in there

Summer Sunday and a year

I guess I like it fine, so far

She lives on Love Street

Lingers long on Love Street

She has a house and garden

I would like to see what happens

Fast Fadin' - Not Made To Last

This is fast fadin'
This is real life
This is fast fadin'
Go take your one time.

It's going to come pretty soon,
It's going to be there.
It made its bones on the moon,
Now the Earth beware.

It's forging widows from brides,
Set sail Charybdis.
Place two coins in your eyes,
And then enjoy the ride.

It hides in shadows and tides,
In breaths of last words.
It steals the light from your eyes,
Beneath the cobalt skies.


Wake up


I Woke up in bed, I woke up in chills, I woke up in Rome.
My girl is a road walking you home.

I Woke up in bed, I woke up in frights, I woke up in France
My girls is a rose, now watch how she dance.

I'm not here to be a nice guy,
I do it just for you.
I'm not here to be a good man I try it just for you.

I soak up the rays, I sit out the days, I'm dressed up in brass.
I'm smoking guns, nailed to my mast.
I sit out the days, I soak up the rays, I'm dressed up in glass,
I'm breaking up - we're not made to last.

Poseidon and a Tidal Wave

I said mantra, I said tiger eyes.

I said Satyr - common let's multiply

I said mantra, I said tiger eyes.

I said Satyr - common let's multiply

Buzzards and a new dream and a sage's curse

Vulture and a Beatle verse.

We're getting ready for a 2-foot grave -

Poseidon and a tidal wave.

It's not over yet.

I said mantra, I said tiger eyes.

I said Satyr - common let's multiply

I said mantra, I said tiger eyes.

I said Satyr - common let's multiply

Buzzards and a new dream and a sage's curse

Vulture and a Beatle verse.

We're getting ready for a 2-foot grave -

Poseidon and a tidal wave.

It's not over yet.

The Associated Shades - The Huaraz Song

I'll meet you in India ASAP,

I'll meet you in Africa easy, like the breeze.

I'll see you in Israel, coming onto me.

Why do the stars keep burning,

why does the Earth spin turning,

I need more than this,

I'm chasing dragons through the mist.

Give me reasons why we came at all before we fade out to limitless,

Before the wild eyes of leaving this.

I'll meet you in magma clad - serpents by the side,

I'll see you in the under-grass - fathomed like the tide,

I'll see you in the throws of Nun - Screaming at the Sun

"Why do your flames keep burning? Why does the Earth spin turning? I need more than this, I'm chasing dragons through the mist.

Give me reasons why we came at all before we fade out to limitless,

Before the wild eyes of leaving this."

I'll see you soon, i'll give you the moon, eyesight for the summer, the spring and autumn too. I've got it all for you - the flag ship - the sonar - the passage through.

Living in the time that kills us...........................................

Living In The Time that kills us.

Intro.

Clover footed demons, awash on foreign planes,

Analyze my everything, it’s driving me insane,

Mama’s in the corner, the steeple's getting warm,

Mecca and a heart attack, Eden was a fall.

Arise the siren screamed, I’ve got it all right here,

To un-map your Borneos and make you disappear,

Wake up the hero shouted, there’s something in the Sun,

About this coloured nucleus, it’s telling us to come.

Chorus.

She could have it all, I get down to supplicate her,

We could have it all, if the bill came that bit later,

One too many pills, I said I think I need a respirator,

Call a doctor and tell him this one is dead,

And won’t be up till much much later.

And won’t be up till much much later.

Much later. Much much later.

Killing off our time, living in the time that kills us,

I lost my fucking mind, we’ll all be Hitler for a moment,

Ring of fire come on circle me now,

Ancient flames, come on and illustrate how.

She could have it all, I said I get down to supplicate her,

We could have it all, if the bill came that bit later,

One too many pills, I said I think I need a respirator,

Call a doctor and tell him this one is dead,

And won’t be up till much much later.

And won’t be up till much much later.

Much later. Much much later.

The Beauty And The Horror

Watch the ground and follow track, 

All the movements shadows black,

And the mist that surrounds you.

Join the race for precious gold, precious sons are being sold

For the mist that now owns you.

Grip my hand through the beauty and the horror.

Melt like snow into the wonder and the fire.

Blind oracle in you, let the sunlight burn through.

Blind oracle in you, let the musing burn through.

I wasn't man I was a beast so I head out to the East

Where the "God said "You done wrong"

He said "Son your touch has failed - to the wall you didn't wail.

Now your time is done"

Grip my hand through the beauty and the horror

Melt like snow into the wonder and the fire.

Blind oracle in you, let the sunlight burn through,

Blind oracle in you, let the musing burn through

I wasn't man I was a beast so I head out to the East

Where the "God said "You done wrong"

He said "Son your touch has failed - to the wall you didn't wail.

Now your time is done"

Grip my hand through the beauty and the horror.

Melt like snow into the wonder and the fire.

Blind oracle in you, let the moonlight burn through.

Blind oracle in you, let the musing burn through.

Album cover for double E.P. 'Getaway Car' / 'The Beauty And The Horror' email me if you want me to do you one (alex@livemusic.fm)

Lots of muddy elixirs and holy bloody waters

Liberate me from ostensibly ordinary fetters

Exodus and an arc of bulrushes

I believe in a spirit, but not a redemptive force, there's no trading in tokens. Goodbye.

I would have preferred my story that of t e lawrence or darth vadar

Anteloping With Gorillas in the zoo

Too much to drink, too much to see,

Too much to think, too far to sink on down.

To be fit and fun and to strongly run

That's just and idea that burns blurry in the distance

Anteloping with Gorillas in the zoo 

On the arcs, under stones - in forests to.

And eloping with the gorillas in the zoo

I 'll be groping like the cavemen used to do

I'm sorry girl my voyeur is strong

I'm sorry girl my voyeur is strong

You know I don't take drugs,

Because I get a real low.

I don't take E - I take care of me and my Rose.

And when I get old I know i'm going to die,

And so are you - so kiss the air and say goodbye.

Anteloping with Gorillas in the zoo 

On the arcs, under stones - in forests to.

And eloping with the gorillas in the zoo

I 'll be groping like the cavemen used to do

I'm sorry girl my voyeur is strong

I'm sorry girl my voyeur is strong

iBone

There was more sublime here than in the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles’ sewer.


the flora seems to express itself differently


A couple of the boy’s unpleasantries will disarm you due to their fantastically quirky choice of headwear, a WWI helmet perhaps, a pointed gnome’s hat?


There's congestion in the central reservation, of the highways to my heart.
In the museum of dazzling advance, science killed a true romance.
Where you romantic when the Brothers Grimm came round?
Or could they deduce your buzzing sound.

On the Bridge he killed Robin Hood and took from him everything he could.
The he flew him on lubricated lightening - to the sands of Plutonian shores.

Album cover for James P Honey - ask me if you want me to do you one x (alex@livemusic.fm)

Passed Out In A Grave Yard - feat. The Short-Term Dogg.

She's Just Up My Street

Some day I might turn around to see,
All the bad deeds that I did in the red lights,
All the bad deeds that I did in the black dead of night.

But I won't refrain from the mystic on a wing tip,
It just rides out of me.

And on Sinai I might burn amongst the trees,
Watch the ghosts disappear to the Red Sea,
And on Sinai I might dance amongst the breeze,
Watch the ghosts disappear into the Dead Sea,
Watch the ghosts disappear inside of me.

But I won't refrain from the mystic on a wing tip,

It just rides out of me.

Trying to plug my stories,

I was trying to get my rhythming down,

This ain't no Jackanory,

Now i'm going to quit the ground,

We're going to quit the ground.

But I won't refrain from the mystic on a wing tip,

It just rides out of me.

The Hurricane Turns

She was a graduate from the School of Seven Bells,
With so many secrets that she could hardly spill.
She showed me seven kinds of Hell.
It's not alright by me,
These hurricane turns.

She systematically executed routine,
Like a robot greased in Vaseline.
I was a fool because I thought that she had seen,
We were already gone,
With the hurricane turns.

She's the final twist in Medusa's killing list,
She's not dead she has just fallen out of reach.
There is not a line uncrossed or a wrong she didn't breach.

It's not alright by me,
All these hurricane turns.

She systematically executed routine,
Like a robot greased in Vaseline.
I was a fool because I thought that she had seen,
We were already gone,
With the hurricane turns.

Your as cynical as Nietzsche,
If your nature let's burn the trees.
Because there's no more flight to the birds anymore.

It's not alright by me,
All these hurricane turns.

ON AND ON

So eel ddfj i[fdl{ ppppppppphm sea lion

()_() 

(=':') 

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The Infinite Rainbow Cat

Little Jimmy Cooper was a patient at the hotel of Cuckoo installation. He had occasion for some mild hallucination. He said "But haven't y'all been like upside-down, like a curly wurly's gone squirley whirly in your brain?"

Magic mushrooms were his potion and 12 miles of ketamine devotion. Sleepless nights of depravation, helped poor Jimmy slip from his attention. So they stuck him in detention, they said he's not right for outside integration.

He said "But haven't y'all been like upside-down, like a curly wurly's gone squirley whirly in your brain?"

So he waited until the end of time to give him a reason to stick around.

And some more drawing from the Infinite Cat

/satellites can't see you but I see you by the porch, aside children with no feet as they're queuing up some more. In dragon's spit and Merman's eyes - you are the Thane of Glamis. /i proposition new collision between murder and the man.

More Infinite Cat drawings

Old goblins, dreaming songbirds with purple crowns. Elephant people in rows by the memory banks. Conger eels are bounding. Micro-cities coughing out smoke-rings.

 

Ode to the Butter-Bee

Some they say, we're forged from clay.

With the breath of a God in our passageway.

And a man, he said we're from a big bang a thousand years away.

As I glance through the folds and turns,

I'll be lost and then found in an empty urn.

But till then come dance, knowing you were stories from a Sun.

Because we're all the same anyway,

You might be a King or a slave.

Because we all float out in the end.

Into the ether my friend.

Some the say that we're not the first,

We're a drop in the Ganges, 

for Shiva has destroyed a million earths.

To the done, i'll go at a heart-beat speed.

I know I'm a corpse,

When the rocks stop rolling out their course.

Because we're all the same anyway,

From the Gods to the dogs in the shade.

Because we all float out in the end.

I feel a darkness my friend.

Sunlight please stay, through morn of May.

Let the drugs and the past and the future tie, to help me die.

But we're all the same anyway,

You might be a king or a slave.

Because we all float out in the end.

We float like purple emperors, my friend.

MAY

Hit the tube and left alone threadbare newspapers,
Exempt was the column on life searching telescopes to be burnt through the day into the weightless lagoon of everything.
A Conglomerate of aluminium and mirrors sent out to bring back old heresies.
We will further mock the Witches with this deep peering retina, softly spoken by the cardinal of the telephone.
The poor prostitutes of cross bones were burnt on a rack of wood in the northern season of spring.
Their atoms now make up shimmering mountains in the month of May.
They melt like Catacombs into the clay or bodies trodden into the mud of trenches.
The wire is sharp and all I can think about is the performance poet from the hollows of the aged bridge.
She is a living spirit amongst the old bodies of the plague unmoving in the shoulders of the walls.
All I can think about is the girl in New York moved on and passed advances to wade through the tide of fashion.
No other month starts on the same day as I do,
The year’s other breezes are not quite as tender around the shins of Aventine hill.


And everyone witnessed the unfolding of their thoughts,
Somebody contemplated the record of instances in the month of May.
Somebody thought of guns and fine steel engraving at their bucks.
Someone rustled for a spacecraft in the bed of their shoulder bag and commented on the sense of the air.
Someone peered at a cast of ballerinas that wasted in the Cathedrals.
There was music.
There were comedians causing tears to stream down the pink cheeks of girls I was in love with.
Ripples ran turquoise through the month of May.
I want to feast on the month of May and get a dog from the rehabilitation centre for lost blood hounds.
I want to see Jesus and trip magnificently in the month of May.
I want new eyes to see the whole glorious spectrum.
I want X-Ray eyes in the month of May.
I want to escape into the ultra-violet.
I want to create artificial dwarfs by anointing babies' spines with the grease of bats,
I want to use drugs such as dwarf elder, knotgrass and Daisy juice.
Redskins yelped in the month of May and islands collided with the dictionary.

On the king’s command I believe in the month of May.
I accept it as true because when I was young I found a stag beetle in Sardinia.
It was dead.
I took it home and put it on the balcony in the sun.
After supper I went back to look at it and it was meandering away casually in the Month of May.


I am a month.
I mean to cause you laughter and floral weddings,
I mean to set ourselves square with the fractioning variety of the sun.
I mean to deliver meals and water to the dusk.
I wish I could hold the patients sour smile of blood and vomit in the unoccupied halls of my name.
But I am just a month and incapable to stop the collision of asteroids and the collapsing of arthritic supermen.
I am the limp face of beauty, even angels cry.
And when their thick and salty tears plummet to earth they stir a movement in the ground.
And life comes into being in an eruption of sweet flower.
They distil the coffins of emerald and the valleys fill with the petals of the Lilly.

My Basic Chemistry - From many moons ago.

With eyes of a Pharaoh he was talking in the stairwell saying:
Son you get nothing nothing from me.

I'm the Pied Piper, leopard and a viper, dancing on the coal in the night come naturally

I was trying to scrub up on my basic chemistry,
I want to be master of all my enemies.

I don't expect you to come around my way with a certain amount of sunny days
How could I expect you to come around my way, you've been go so many days.


I was trying to catch up on my basic physics,
I wanna be master of all my critics.
I want a relationship with the son of God
I want to find out what was going on.

I don't expect you to come around my way with a certain amount of sunny days 

How could I expect you to come around my way, you've been go so many days.

Why do'you follow me - the beast.

Is it because I ruined the feast,

because of something I've done wrong.

Did I step beyond the line

And if she cries muffle all the rain crossed bows.

For this is the end and my revolt is dead.

Are you happy?

The wind whips high and the thunder gets grip.
There's a darkness on the ocean that's resounding in the mist.
The lilies turn brown on Aventine Hill
And the words get lost from the window sill.

Are you Happy at least half the time?

All the lightening sights that never get seen,
You couldn't hear the opus for the distance in-between.
The witches scream when the smoke gets thick,
the cellar door's a' creaking and you never made the list.

Are you Happy at least half the time?

The World laughs with you but you weep alone
And we're all passing through here just like a rolling stone
The World laughs with you but you weep alone

Are you Happy at least half the time?