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Directly from the sewer at the center of this cacophony comes crawling the next number, “Our Seventh Sister (Ceremony of The Empty Space).”
It advances with a weave of rusty mandolin, banjos fingerpicked and teased out from a central processing unit. The bass squirms about the mulch of bucket drums, simulating the moist thump-thump-thump of an excited heartbeat. Architecturally compact guitars hack forward like hatchets through the foliage of factory handclaps and a thicket of battered cymbals. Sometimes they burst with succinct solos: vivid squiggles like the last of acrylic paint squeezed from a rolled up aluminum tube. They then oh-so-briefly bivouac and recoup with a strum and chime before they’re back out to their chop and hew.
With ludicrous bark and bite added to the singer’s dulcet voice, the lyrics pour and plod ahead like a mule with a syncopated beat—whip-driven through citrus peels boiled in sugar and hot ash. He sounds like a tourist demented with delight at the novelty of it all. The whole production is a buzz of gusto before the song swoons down to mud-churning violins for its farewell lines, which the listener hits as if an epitaph on a tombstone.
Followed a trail of black flags littered across the barren white.
As I entered town, searched my pockets for my zippo lighter.
I’ve got thirty-three leaves and forty grams of fresh tobacco;
Tips of my thumb and middle finger are stained dark yellow ochre.
Nicotine resin from smoke!
Smoke from nicotine resin!
I gave a greeting to the big black nothing with a small nod,
My gut felt like mosquito larvae in an acrid puddle.
I took me a slumber outside The House of Chosen Women,
Where merchants trade slaves for tourmaline beads under the banyan tree.
Took me a slumber beneath the banyan tree,
Took me a slumber beneath the banyan tree.
Slept to lullaby laments as black llamas keen with famine;
They’re tethered on Main Street—dry throats beg for October raindrops.
When I awoke!,
When I awoke!,
Awoke to a wet-sand tongue rubbing the stubble on my cheek;
When I opened my eyes there standing was a little black dog.
Misery ships pulled into port, Ornament Men home from war;
In the furnace they burned textiles in effigy or worship.
South, rot and lust choked their brains; in the West they slept with slaughter;
East, madness chewed roots; now they lament their seventh sister, gone.
The Ornament Men ring-danced and lollopped in the House of Knives;
Costumes of Tanager feathers, dead reptiles, which their wives made.
Swinging semaphore genitals pierced with ore, no one saw me,
As they all performed this ceremony of the empty space—
Spinning, spirals, territory spheres and stairs, jaguars and rain,
Pain comes, goes, behind walls of adobe, powdered quartz, pain laughs.
The little black dog loped down a narrow path flanked by fruit trees,
I pursued, left this harbor to its fevers, piety games.
I followed that black dog through those old fruit trees,
I followed that black dog through those old fruit trees.
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Some men search for the Holy Grail, or,
Others, the Holy Ghost,
But most men are only lookin’ for
Some butter on their toast
I never learned the odds,
I never learned to gamble,
Still I followed my God
And that little black dog down—
Down that long, long black trail.
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A MOUTHFUL OF PENNIES PRESENTS: DENDRITES (VOL. 10)
- Something’s Gone Awry – Alela Diane
- Peace Frog/Newborn Awakening – The Doors
- Re-Make/Re-Model – Roxy Music
- Hybrid Moments – The Misfits
- T.V. Eye – The Stooges
- Watching T.V. (Daytrotter version 8/31/2010) – The Beets
- Religion I/Public Image – Public Image Ltd.
- Ducking And Dodging – Parquet Courts
- Ice Age – How To Destroy Angels
- The Four Of Us Are Dying – Nine Inch Nails
- Mr Raffles/It Wasn’t Me – Steve Harley & Cockney Rebel
- Ladytron – The Venus In Furs (Thom Yorke, Jonny Greenwood, David Gray, Bernard Butler, Andy Mackay) (Roxy Music Cover)
- El Show De Los Meurtos – Juan Wauters
- She’s Got You – Rhiannon Giddens
- Finally Back – Souls Of Mischief & Adrian Younge
- The Last Act – Adrian Younge
- Blue Flowers – Dr. Octagon (aka Kool Keith)
- See No Evil – Television
- Evil – Stevie Wonder
- Can You Hear Me? – Elvis Costello & The Roots
- We Have Been Metamorphosized– Jim Morrison (read by Johnny Depp)
- (problem) – Eat the document Soundtrack
_ _ _ __========================================= ______BOBBY CALERO
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