Tag: Music

Serenading Siobhan

I met her in an airport they call Charles de Gaulle
Where you can drink liqueur that tastes just like bonbon
B-O-N-bon bonbon

She walked up to me and then she asked for the time
I pointed to the clock, thought she looked like a swan
S-W-An swan

With flashing blue wide angry eyes she demanded potato fries
From chic establishments serving nourishment near the BOSS sundries

Invited her to dine with me at close-by McDs
I asked her for her name and she replied Siobhan
S-I-O bhan Siobhan

Sho Sho Sho Sho Siobhan

Sho Sho Sho Sho Siobhan

Sho Sho Sho Sho Siobhan

Siobhan, Oh Oh Oh Oh Siobhan

(This is a work of fiction. No Siobhans were harmed in the making of this production. The author in no way seeks to endorse eating at fast food establishments, and definitely discourages causing a ruckus with ill timed serenades.)

Desert Riders [Tribute to Tinariwen]

The Sahara beckons with music
Salty and sweet these hard rugged men sing
Battling those wars of men and nature

Poetry and music to cope
Poetry and music to hope

Barren sand and machine guns discordic
With trusty steed and gourd these men take wing
Clear-blue fountains discovered by venture

Poetry and music to find anew
Poetry and music to seek fresh view

(Edit: They’re from Mali. Don’t know why I made that mistake earlier. Guess I had Libya on my mind. Sorry.)

Image: https://goo.gl/images/sV4itH

Last Stand

Muscles ache, eyes weary, the war was lost, we run, we flee
A hay bed beckons my head in a stable, horses neigh
Sleep at last, my eyes close, glimpsing nightmares, my memories
My parents’ unavenged murder, and friends I was forced to slay

My companions wake me, we’re being chased,
They point to the next hill, at a torch trail
A fiery snake
A thousand riders
To catch five survivors
We who survived the fire lake

We split up to confuse the trail
Riding as fast as we dare
Without light, without bronze (and) mail
Fear fills me everywhere

Our pursuers do not split,
They chase after me with unity
My fear then transforms
Anger feeds my storm

My horse topples down and I wait for the enemy
One against a thousand, the odds are against me
An owl screams from the trees, “Noo Noo, easy peasy”
I chose my spot, and wait with moon sword and sun shield
As dawn breaks I kill the last man while he tries to yield.

Last Stand Music:

[Poem] Cuckoo and Nightingale

On a pomegranate tree out in the forest

There a nightingale built her nest

Sang her etude of beauty, dragonfly chorus

Splendid harmony of Life’s test.

 

A cuckoo then came, seeking place

Somewhere to lay its eggs

Nightingale for Cuckoo made space

“No need to fight or beg,”

 

Nightingale sang that night,

“Your young are safe

I’ll raise them to sing right

In this nest (there’s) no waif.”

 

 

 

[Poem] Spirit Walker

Hey curandero, hear my soul call

Can you heal me with your wherewithal

Shaman, Bridgewalker, have you ever walked under?

Would you risk a quick little soul sunder?

 

Bring your totems, you’ll need them all

Boa, Puma, Dolphin and especially Condor

Build up your strength to stare into Jaguar’s eyes

If you think you’ll break, I’ll let you go with a sigh

 

Hey Ms. Curandera, do you think you can help me?

I’m stuck between worlds that even you can’t see

Will your herbs and brews, your smoke and chants, help you free me

From Abzu’s cold cold grasp… His heartless clasp.

From the white cloaked giant wearing the nine dotted face mask

Into whose arms I ventured most foolishly

Choose quickly, as time grows short

May this song find my one last shot.

 

Tartarus woos my soul, with tunes most dear

Come quickly, before I veer!

I have already killed Python who stood in your path

Call to Boa and Condor when you see the Jaguar’s heart.

 

Image: Curandera by Ricardo Ortega

Music: Impromptu2 by me and my  Yamaha c40

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Poem] Temple of the King (or Feeling Antignostic)

One day in the year of the Fox

The priests tolled their Bell

One day in the year of the Fox

A man jumped into the Well.

Then in the darkness a light did shine

Thundering lightening

There in the Abyss a kindled mind

Entered the Temple of the King

Logic and instinct in perfect balance

He’s seeking meaning

Leeching his blood for a mysterious light

Yin and yang unsealing

A farmer’s son jumps out of the Well

Dressed in a king’s purple robe

His simple truths make the powers feel dread

As he trots around the globe

Showing the Temple of the King.

[Poem] The Wizard

The wizard walks on

Funny clothes, tinkling bell

Though ragged and worn

Sunny motes spangle his belt

To the dark tower he goes

To Necromancer’s lair

The people do not know

Nor do they really care.

Spreading his magic for all

He destroys evil in his wake

Townspeople can’t see the magical squall

Wizard doesn’t care if he’s branded a fake

He works his magic and silently moves on

Sacrificing his joy to destroy the Necromonicon.

 

[Poem] Suite: Judy Brown Eyes

You built a nest

My dear sparrow

While I walked ground hallow

In my pursuit of you

 

It was my test,

Dear Ruby-throat,

To swim in the shark moat

As my trunks came undone

 

I no longer remember, yesterdays, Thursdays, Saturdays. I only vaguely remember you…

Because now everyday is Friday and magic with Sir Christopher Lee and Rhapsody.

 

 

 

 

[Poem] Song stuck in my head

Can’t get this song out of my head

“Tripoda manteion hos heiles.”

It’s been going on for over a day

Wonder if it will permanently stay

Tripooooodaaaaa tripooooodaaaaa

Pleasant tune though, I must say

Wish I knew Greek, the lyrics have no meaning

Google isn’t any help. Wonder who they’re invoking

Can anyone help? Does anyone know the story

Behind the song?

(Update: An hour later)

Ummm… Actually Google did help, thank you very much

Just found the translation, with the right key words and such

Sorry for bothering you folks online

For something so trivial and benign

It’s a Delphic Paean

Though to me it might as well be Mayan.