Three tired bipeds and a tripod
in a pick-up,
we rode out into the deep, dark,
velvety rich, cold snowy
star studded night
in search of the Lost Accord Cafe.
Somewhere up in the rough woods
of North Leverett,
Through trails of mist
and sheltering darksnow shrouded limbs
Of old elms oaks hoary hemlocks red maple silver birch and
snow-bearded elders
There loomed in the dimness a broad moonlit hall
Jimmy H's Half Hid- Away Half- Moon Dream Valhalla Cabaret!
Like a Mother Ship in the night
A Jeweled Behemoth poised for a Flight
A glittering dazzle-draped amphibious lounge
Stage crafted to be set and setting
Who knows what for? Who could ask for more?!
This, and world peace, man!
Mayhap a cup o mead! That's what we need!
Yeah! THIS is what the peace might could looks like!
Oh yes, indeed...
Salaam-andering
mashed up meandering
crossovers of the genres
friends done the honors
Up from the Valley, yea, up
Into the snowcrested hills!
Down from the wheeling stars
down to the low and dirty snowslush under our boots
fueling, infusing, fooling us into enthusing and loosing our weary limbs
up
into dancing
chanting and trancing,
moving and a grooving
on transcendant ascendants
and brilliant
scattering cadences
of myths too long
far gone, real gone,
and real deal, pump til you can feel it throttled funk
You're on! What're you offering?
Stems? Green Leaves? Buds? Roots?
The flower of our yout's?
Let's go!
I wanna get up an boogie, man!
'S Truth!
Dormant dreams curl up like smoke
under the insulated eaves
A Wing, a Thing, a Hallucinatory
Dream Sequence sequined bequeathed
A Nightclub of the senses
PasT present & future t t t tenses
Immolated and immense, yes!
Hence-
The search- for
The Lost chord and
its inevitable,
miraculous retrieval
In an echoing Hall of my local Heroes,
Good spirited journeymen, hard worked, henpecked, muse driven testosterone positive Singletons,
Husbands and fathers and
Cool cats spanning the generations
and
transcending the weariness
the brokefoot bustass mountain run for the money
money money
dreariness grindingdown derry
and up the dells of hell
drowned dreary
everyday grind
you know, the daily grist
the daily
bump & grind
of our workaday lives
of our weary arms we'd be so willing to
lay down
A Groove,
a wail
a holler in the whiteness, a glimmer
of true brightness
a flash in the trees
yo pan! let it slide!
oh something damn nigh mythical
are you sure this is ethical?
this much fun can't be legal?
a triumphal shout
of not so quiet desperation
a cry
in the wilderness
of something wild, elation
unspeakable
Unwordable and
Simply Indescribably
Irresistable
the true resistance movement!
MUSIC IS THE REVOLUTION!
TO THE HEROES' HALL
or SHMORGASBORD AT the LOST ACCORD CAFE
Sidebar Word Salad
written by Grrrl Rae Tea
With a name like Medicinesocks, its got to be good jam!
NietzscheNu 3 years ago
thanks *ninu*
with a name like NietzscheNu too it's got to be well preserved
medicinesocks 3 years ago
Really like this song. The sound and the lyrics. Happy 2009 to the two of ya!
Is Norm going by "The Norm" now? I can totally see that. :)
tinySpectacle 3 years ago
happy new yr lo! cyberhugs! a body of norman's poem-song-comedy-erotica-etc pieces have been called deviations from the norm for many years-- we brainstormed a list at one point and came up with the titles of 140-odd different pieces he performs, and we knew we were still not thinking of all of them. some don't resurface for years, but they're all in there somewhere! i got the camera and started this channel with a mind to documenting and archiving all the deviations- we're not even close yet.
medicinesocks 3 years ago