a divine god crooned to the void
let there be music
and there was still silence
the void so full of emptiness
longing to be filled by song
more than light
the void craved song
the void screamed at god through its mouthless hole
where is my song?
and the beautiful wonderful god held his perfect finger to his lips
shhhh! listen....!
and there
there.....there it is....oh listen
the rumbling thunder was a deep bass drum
it boom boom boomed in the distance
and the void trembled at its immaculate rhythm
and god stood up tall from the bottom of the deepest sea
to the aeriest realms where atmosphereans dwell
he was immensely huge/ he took up no space
his face was the colour of a cloud before it rains
his eyes brimming with compassion and power
he nodded his lovely head to the thunders beat
the thunder roiled and boiled and boomed
and he laughed
a great white flash
and then the rain began
rattle rattle pitter patter
a snare against the thunders big boom
rattle boom boom rattle boom
his wife appeared a goddess herself
she said whatever this is i like it
and the lightning crashed like cymbals around her haloed head
and morning came so rare and pale
a new new morning
and birds began to sing
singing around the rain and thunder and lightning
look said the goddess
the angels had gathered around
their eyes were closed as they contemplated the beat
as the god and goddess deep groove became apparent
the angels thrilled to their wingtips
the thunders boom boom
the snare rattle
the lightning crack!
birds go tweet tweet tweet
the loveliest angel counted one two three four
and then
oh
their most perfect holy sensual voices
entwined and move within each other
the he- angels push
the she- angels give
they give give give
the voices go round and about and upon and behind
these were the words
oami-pso calyenthis sonvaanae
oami-pso uh huh uh huh
no rholyiemphis no bixi em
shunt yeh shunt id semifor
in english this means
oh my fucking god thou art so beautiful
your wife is a majestic delicious queen
if thou art not cool then who else can be
for you are everything and
she
is everything else
the god was pleased with this
he began
naxion celegriph tramelian em
dran shunt ver-meer empath tes
this meant
in english vernacular
something like
give me one for the money
give me two for the show
his wife then sang
westin ermelian traaph sif ne em
jarudi gog xephem ram bam
ba ba boom
perhaps that needs no translation
the god who was called simply god
instantly populated the world with all manner of things
violin trees
piano monkeys
beasts that groaned like a tenor
cats that mioaued like contraltos
crabs click click clicked like shakers
panthers purred like cabassas
the angels up above kept on singing like larks
the larks below singing like angels
the fishies in the stream going bubble bubble bubble
the cows chewing in rhythmic gulps
the lion hissed in the mountains
the whale under the bluest seas joined in
the bugs wings all going clicketty clack clack
god we're with you they sing to themselves but god can hear them
music music music whispers the long grass
man suddenly appears stark naked but for a white fender strata -casta
he is a black man with wild hair
he suddenly springs down and the guitar wails just like the whales
yes says the goddess
the goddess of fortune
the goddess of sexual pleasure and winning the lottery
the goddess of good waves and bass guitars
the goddess of eternal wisdom and passionate kisses
yes says this goddess
the guitarist lays into his guitar
let it burn man whispers god
let it bleed for me
the guitarist started to play some chords
these chords did please the lord children
god couldnt even figure out what he was playing
because of the delay and strange tuning
and he was playing it the wrong way wround
his wife stepped forward
ne carrienthon on trovis on wintha..
this morning when i woke up
i had the lowdown fucking blues
ji gog
ne carrienthon on trovis on wintha
i said
this morning when i woke up
i had the lowdown fucking blues
sem trimmaa nopha ullis
sem nestlialien bimma sed
i felt so sad and lonely
lord you know i paid my dues
the surf pounded the shore like a kettle drum rolling on
the mooned even keened and simpered in the sky
the wind lashed the trees
the coyotes howled
the hippos and pigs grunted
the badgers snuffled
the crows cawed like rhythm guitars
the moles underground tapped their tiny feet
the bears growled
the camels snorted
the toads croaked
everything did what it could
the eagles cried
the lambs bleated sweetly
the horses neighed and champed
the great apes clapped and plucked
finally god
waiting for it all to simmer
found his moment
picked up his flute
and blew up another storm
wild was his song
and unbridled did the music run amok
penetrating everywhere
nothing could or would ignore it
gods flute was so on
it rippled mellifluously across the octaves
it defied logic it droned it moaned it telephoned
gods flute with its trills and spills
oh hosanna oh hosanna on high
and then the first song
on the first side
of the first day
was released
and it roared up the charts
everywhere!
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25 comments:
where is my song? everywhere. ya!
if only my heart...
mjnjr
ah, the eternal song that runs through everything...george h. and coleridge would have been proud!
cheers from germany
Now that's a creation tale!
p.s. I think mistletoes should be freed too!
bloody hell killa!
have you got shares in fender or what?
fender this,
fender that,
fender the other.....
yer a bloody fender bender!!!!!
every couple 'o days....
fender,
fender,
fender.
leo would have loved you on the team!
amanda....your'e a genuine 'shiny happy' person!
now if i can figure a way to bottle your energy and optimisim....hmm.....
maybe neuman might give it a try?
and........
the very idea of dave 'n i doing stand-up.....strewth!
have you seen us?
you want physical humour?
we'ed have you all in stiches without uttering a single word!
ladies and gentlemen....i present....
'smiley and mop-head'
love ya,
andy L.
Andy, stop talking to the other commenters - Steve don't like it. You'd never catch me talking to another...oh...
cecil b demille would love it...the ten commandments could be handed to hendrix inscribed on a fender...
love always...
Eru Ilúvatar and his holy ones... Elvis, Hank and Jimi conducting a Cosmos symphony.
You are the keeper of the vision
xxx
ps Andy, it couldve been worse, or better, depending on yr point of view. I was thinking of Waldorf & Statler :)
It wouldn't be so powerful, so mythical, if the black dude were carrying a Gretch Country Gentleman.
Someone ought to do a sociological/psychological survey; which electric guitar is the sexiest?
I had a strangest dream, suddenly woken by my newborn doing her impersonation of "Bastard Universe."
John Garratt
Mick Ronson's Bowie-era Les Paul is the sexiest guitar.
In paradise man obeyed God and all the creatures obeyed man and there was universal harmony, celestial soundscapes and no bloodshed. Then man fell from grace and began to slaughter and eat his fellow creatures and murder and wage war aginst his fellow humans. Bird song has been supplanted by bulldozers and savage people are gorging on butchered bonobos, orangutans, gorillas and other apes that share 98% of our DNA. To cope better than Julian Cope Sk wrote the majestic "Tranquility".
Steve - Looks like Scarlet found your long lost vinyl copy of 'Electric Ladyland'.
And The Gods Made Love.
Bill
San Diego
Yeah, Steve, Tranquility - why'd you use the same lyrics as that Nirvana song?
"The ocean wild like an organ played..." This one made me really, really fookin' happy, Killah. I'm gonna go put this smile you put on my me to good work out in the world. Thanks!
John@11:32 - the telecaster may not be the sexiest but it is the best :)
i'll stick with my danelectro U3 selectomatic in neptune blue thanks.
....i do have a fender jag too though....(fender's sexiest axe ever!)
Great stuff today, SK!
i said
this morning when i woke up
i had the lowdown fucking blues
i felt so sad and lonely
lord you know i paid my dues
Love it love it. Can't wait to hear this one. Ha ha ha.
Ronno's guitar that Bowie sucked off, it must be!
I really loved the first half of this one SK.
I will leave the stage stuff to you Andy!
A scary thought... the void and the absence of music. Hard to contemplate a world without music...And the void trembled with its immaculate drum.
Just went straight through me.
Divine words today.
The sacred and profound act of creation.
"the god was pleased with this
he began
naxion celegriph tramelian em
dran shunt ver-meer empath tes
this meant
in english vernacular
something like
give me one for the money
give me two for the show "
No shit? F'n brilliant!
Great post, today. Just all the way 'round fab.
Song God and his flute, I loved this blog sk! But where is the Blog God of the morn gone these days?
AndyL, you're right, sk does mention his beloved Fender lots, I was just listening to Isidore and there it was, "like a pawn shop Fender...." (I think that's what he says anyway).
Looking forward to your blog sk,
love Amanda
Rock poetry.
Ive always been partial to the Jag too, Andy (car and guitar), but Im thinking the sixiest guitar is the Fender Bass VI ...oh damn, there's my kiwi accent coming out again, and I love a Gretsch
god leans back
drags on his spliff
examines the vinyl
lays it on the turntable
needle in check
*SNARE!
'once upon a time you dressed so fine threw the bums a dime in ya prime...didn't you?'
highway 61 (revisited)
how does it feel??
Fuckin' groovy baby!!!
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