Journey with us from the first creation to your current creativity, covering a short history of (nearly) everything in between.
Hugo & Treats - FIAT LUX. The penultimate track on the album The Enlightenment Era, gets a full visual mash-up from Verb - www.undergrowth.org
Lyrics written and performed by Hugo
Music blend by Treats
Visual hurricane by Verb
Vocals recorded, mixed and mastered by Frank Pearce at Squid Studios Melbourne
Available for download at www.reverbnation.com/hugo1
or for listening at www.soundcloud.com/hugo1
connect on facebook https://www.facebook.com/pages/Hugo/11960174989
Treats www.musicfromspeakers.com
Verb www.undergrowth.org
lyrics:
FIAT LUX
In the beginning was the simplest word
Sent spinning with verbs
Littered absurd
and heard
Spilling with visions of orbiting worlds
MOONS
Asteroids
Comets all swerving
ZOOM
Perpetual eliptical curves
WOMBS
Conical geometric collective concern
BOOM!
From word GO
The planetary curved road confirmed flow
(shock of intertia)
Mock chaotic dispersal
Gravity's friction emerges
Solar systems and curls grow
Fixed in a black curtain
One in a trillion planets throw random urges
Life's flag unfurling.
Bacteria spilling, amoebian split and the poisonous gas slurping
Bubbling in seas, oxygen popping on the void of a cracked surface
Life's born in the primordial furnace
forms
A lightning storm immerses
Selective search,
Intelligent designed versions fly from divine perches
TRY:
Swimming with fins
Lay eggs
Photosynthesise at will
Amphibian
Porpoise
Tortoise
Fungus
Spineless virus
or snail
Grow lungs from gills
Filter fibres of krill
Prehensile tail
Opposable thumbs, five claws, eyeballs lined forward:
The hunter with a hunger to kill.
BEAT CHEST
wild call, crawl, walk, talk, light fire for warmth
and the higher thoughts
cause expansion of heads
therefore when the time arrives to be born
Infants can't stand on legs, demand to be fed
Crying from the night to the dawn
Garments protect flesh
Grab femur bone, instinct to defend what's rightfully yours
SPLIT HEAD OF MY ENEMY
Leaving his body to rot
SCREAM
oesophagus dropping, jaw and tongue hopping forming the speech to express DREAMS
young we feed from the breast,
Among the cunning and strong is a constant test
Adjust and thus we must gather together gather the berries and seeds born in the EARTH
Men get swarthier, become warriors
Females evolve curvier first
we hunt further as nature's worthiest herbs gracefully nurture and slake our thirst
Beckoning dead reckoning, head trickling, cerebral hemispheres disconnect listening, navigating in the mist again, hearing the breath of invisible inner strength whistling.
BY FIRE one night as light drops,
an elder sidles up, coughs,
the tribe stops
Then he hands out handfuls of red toadstools covered in white spots
... we imbibe parts and eyes start to fly past sky's limits in circles:
BRINGING VISIONS OF VISIONS IN MURMURS
THE VIVIDEST IMAGES STIRRING
Pupils wide and flailing jaws, the males all face the cave wall
sitting gazing at the shadows dance as the flames fall,
Inspired, grab black rock from the fire
SCRAWL
taking all the tales and stories from the day before and making drawings:
Bison in full flight and falling
and Frightened but Excited men with spears
A gigantic mammoth being panicked and herded towards the cliff edge in fear
and as the toadstool goes through the images so true seem to be alive and clear
The firelight animating the numbest of lines and playing shows in the zone behind the huntsman's eyes
seeing them suddenly writhe is such a surprise for his primitive mind the feeling DIVINE
The first picture
The first line
The first word
The first art
The firsthand wisdom
passed on through a bursting heart or written in words planted in verse cast scripture
The same spark that inspired life to make a start like an elixir
was flicked in the kindling enabling the flame's charge to bring light to the cave's dark
playing the part of the Trickster
And it's the same spark that made our ancestors paint large murals
The Same Spark when you decide to ride with the divinely designed mind and make art that's beautiful
from your first finger painting to the eulogy at your funeral,
We're all on the same path immutable
and a bountiful, fruitful part of our brain can't forget the flames dance in deity's creativity crucible.
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holy shit. I was not expecting that to be so amazing
k4ur0 1 month ago
Pehensile tail? WIN!
idealdistribution 1 month ago
Why hasn't this got any comments?
This is pretty damn cool!
Keep it up :D x
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