Part One: Taste my fury!
Taste my fury
He who would control me
I bite the chains of bondage
Like brittle twigs
I summon the power
My gluts like two glowing suns
Clenched with your weakness
squirming in the divide
Little man
And pretender
My might is total!
My Pacific hair
Doth toss the ships of your foolishness
Into the void
Part Two: Questioning All
What is this might
Without my lady in white?
My paltry knees
Reach into the muck and mire
And I am a beggarman
Goblet empty
A mere wart
On a lowly toad
In the stagnant pond
of forgotten
useless
scum
I turned my back on my friends
Who warned me
of my folly
Spat on my mother
When she brought me food
To think that
I even belong on the same planet
with them!
was a flight of fancy
My mind is a cliche
In the used record store bin
of humanity
Worthless notes!
Sullying both time and space
Words should shun me
for using them
This guitar
should crumble to dust
at my touch
And my music is
an affrontery to sound.
Part three: Rebirth
Don't let the bastards get you down!
When everything seems turned around!
Remember Kings who envy you!
And would trade places with your shoe!
Might is right and You are Might!
Keeping it tight!
Beyond the nite!
Fight the good fight!
For the Lady in White.
Also, we had a taste of complexity today. Our method/practice of writing and recording four songs inside the two hour mark has now been layered with an additional task: to arrange and multi-track, overdub, and mix (as well as write and perform four tracks in two hours). Tracks today: "Telephone Poll," (a "performance piece") "The Greater of Two Evils," (unplugged malcontent with basic aggression) "Skip part B," (Kate Bush on glue) and "Eavesdropper". Eavesdropper is a Motown number and we snapped during the overdubs. We threw a cloth over the portastudio and walked away.
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