Transcribed from a dictaphone 1985 for John Steel
Surrealist prose set to music
lyrics
Goodbye John
July, it was a fruitless month
Chibed molested and at the end of it a birthday
Thespian narration can only give half
And a rotten egg with spit on it the other
In an atmosphere of salt the human clock shook to the endowing of nature
The splitting up of two towns
Everything is chaotic and all that is real takes a back seat
That picture tells a lie, just as a song can hide a whim
New pressure is added, inane facts come to the fore
And the mid distorts
Goodbye John, I hope your there to meet me when Im gone
My old son the grass is black we both reap the same yawn
From the cabbage patch boy to the thud of a street car as it moves with the wan of the morning
The pedantic light shift sends waves of fear over this solitary stone
An inflection has taken place, a recital of thought
An effortless sketch of a childlike view of what appears to be true, untrue
I hear singing again
An erection starts and then the dawn once again
Goodbye John, I hope your there to meet me when Im gone
My old son the grass is black we both reap the same yawn
Gonzo. Passion. The Ming Vase. Haunting and beautiful. Every listen brings a new favorite.
Do something like this again, Miss Emma. Please let the answer be yes. Please let the answer be yes! alien9
Hard to pick a favorite from this album: Nixonland, Get Off The Stage, Johnny Thunder, Best Shirt On, Marathon…such a great collection of tuned Dave Nemetz
The new EP from Scottish songwriter Alec Bowman_Clarke goes deep, setting vulnerable lyrics to gentle melodies & stripped-back arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 30, 2021
Alec Bowman perfectly captures the dark soil under the pastoral world of British folk with this collection of melancholy originals. Bandcamp New & Notable May 12, 2020
Well, does it live up to the hype? It's okay, not as good as 'Loops' or the 'Fenella' stuff; i doubt i'll be listening to it in full very often.
Her mojo is waneing in my 'umble opinion. vykr