Inarticulate translations to follow…
A ginger haired boy…
(what of him; he is a ghost from the past.)
Times on the Thames and the staggering crimes.
( all along the deafening A 10.)
I have seen the sleeping graves
that seem to cry ot;
Where are the Immortal ones!
Have they all gone off into the great Wilde?
Too frolic in the fields of the lost?
Only the tombs remain; open to interpretation, open to the discussions
of academics and amnesiacs
(Verse… All those years ago.)
Shadows of the Vatican.
These are the voices that called out in crime.
( the alleged, the accused, the acquitted.)
In ivory towers standing still above the shrill.
(A mocking tribute.)
Yes Blind baby does have it’s mothers eyes –
I am that grey haired invention
( a misery at first.)
one look… one left – a turn of the dial.
( do you remember those things?)
one turn of that dial for a once in a side – a psychedelic ride.
( an advertisement for the unknown mysteries of the soul.)
Trusted by millions this savage (dis)grace, guided by the moon an mood;
the madness of human folly.
( the giggling insanity.)
the archangels foll.
(all played out live for pataphysical enjoyment.)
A side trip – on a once in a lifetime…
( an inconvenient verb hangs in the air just waiting to be plucked.)