Quality stuff from original beatnik tumble-down doobie freaks The Fugs. With Ed Sanders who wrote Tales of Beatnik Glory.
28 April 2009
Sappho's Violet Curls
A feminine spirit of Love
stands between us, smiling.
Mushroom mirror above,
time floats in music, whiling.
A startled doormouse Hicks to sounds
Effervescent table-cloth huddled around
Ever overflowing trays of ash
Complimenting the invisible stash
Glass piping fields of mauve
Unto Sappho, we climb betroth'd.
Generous atmosphere of friendship
surrounds our underground starship.
As daylight wanes
Outside, a violet sunset
Hints at Sappho's famed mane
Dancing inside, inside all is warm
We end with candles beating flames
A cosmic man, from whence he came?
- with Nicola
stands between us, smiling.
Mushroom mirror above,
time floats in music, whiling.
A startled doormouse Hicks to sounds
Effervescent table-cloth huddled around
Ever overflowing trays of ash
Complimenting the invisible stash
Glass piping fields of mauve
Unto Sappho, we climb betroth'd.
Generous atmosphere of friendship
surrounds our underground starship.
As daylight wanes
Outside, a violet sunset
Hints at Sappho's famed mane
Dancing inside, inside all is warm
We end with candles beating flames
A cosmic man, from whence he came?
- with Nicola
Something
The artist
in the silence
reaches up
to touch the soul of Heaven
While inside
a fluttering heartbeat
slows down
way down
til the sounds of the empty road stir
and the ebbing gas heating blinks off
In the hushes silence
an angelic Muse
beams from the wall
in the silence
reaches up
to touch the soul of Heaven
While inside
a fluttering heartbeat
slows down
way down
til the sounds of the empty road stir
and the ebbing gas heating blinks off
In the hushes silence
an angelic Muse
beams from the wall
6 April 2009
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