KNIFELIKE

nightly deep dream (r.s.stropharia) 10.05.2020

Admiral Krank and his Mo Sheen. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mtWiAHvKXqo&t=92s&ab_channel=AdmiralKrankandHisMightyBandofSpacemen

From The Travelogue of Ben E. Gringo

Down by the river.

Music to watch the leaves change, part of a much longer piece

The Turn Of Leaves

Broken Pearls

Every year I try to make a little song to commemorate remembrance day in November. The month of August is also historically significant, though.  In August 1914 the massed cartoon insanity of old-world braided huffing and puffing empires slammed into stark reality when over the course of a few days: Germany declared war on Russia, France and Belgium; Britain declared war on Germany; Austria-Hungary declared war on Russia; France and Britain declared war on Austria-Hungary; Japan declared war on Germany; and Austria-Hungary declared war on Belgium. Dear God.

Herbert Burden was one of many young men who decided to do “the right thing” and lied about his age to enlist.  He endured 10 months of fighting, shelling and gas attacks in the front line trenches in France, lost many friends and was himself eventually hospitalised.  On discharge from hospital his battalion received orders to return to the front line.  Herbert went AWOL and was found at a neighbouring regiment where he said he had gone to comfort a friend who had lost a brother in the fighting.  

Herbert became the youngest British soldier to be executed by firing squad for desertion.  

He was seventeen years old, alone, given no defence at his trial, blindfolded, arms tied behind his back, lashed to a post and shot at dawn on 21st July 1915.

God rest his soul.

The picture is of a statue of Herbert which stands at the British National Memorial Arboretum as part of an installation to commemorate the 306 of their own soldiers executed by the British Army during WW1.

I felt this needed to be done raw in one take so please excuse the rough edges.
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Broken Pearls

Come the night, through singing clouds
Of old men crying on war's recall,
Pastel light hits bleeding shrouds
Still defying, backs to wall.
Morphine hymns through organ pipes
Hairs on end, standard unfurled
Shell shock sins 'neath starburst lights
Set to defend their broken pearls.

His mother spoke through spilling tears
God beside, with angel choirs.
He then awoke – pain chilling sears
Deep inside his burning fires.
Camphor dreams through ether prayers
Uniformed boys mustard gas swirls
Just seventeen, mere child's nightmares.
Discarded toy, of broken pearls.

Weeping crows in ¾ time
Belie the crown, lay down to die.
Wreaths below, left countersigned
Head bowed down, blindfolded eyes.
Hot leaded hopes absolve the rich
Salvo thunder suspends our world
On posted ropes slumped heroes twitch
And rent asunder our broken pearls.

Broken Pearls

Chapter 111 of 266
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TAFFETA | 111

A place of refuge can be physical, mental, or emotional - a song about nurturing 

Remastered- originally  from the post classical EP “Beauty Devours” -
https://moodexhibit.bandcamp.com/album/beauty-devours

Mood Exhibit - Building a Shelter

Known

Folie à Deux

featuring @4catsncoffee on violin
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Sometimes it takes courage to forget your past and just run... 
ely sky is a guitar-based alternative folk tune with southern gothic echoes. The second tune off the d'ville EP >soundcloud.com/jh0st/sets/dville
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Never enough to know
that fireworks don't always explode
40 days have passed us by
Left smoldering glowing skies

no one knows your early story...

Blessed be the creaking stair
warning you of all that you fear
Heavy breath and humid air  
that swallows angels' dusty prayers

No one knows your early story…
heard it through the open window
whispers in the form of curses

Floating on the Ely Sky
Beneath our backs dark water flows
Million stars and northern lights
witness your secret undertow 

No one knows your early story…
heard it through the broken window
whispers in the form of curses

…already gone 

Will you promise me just this:
steal the dollars hidden under

First you walk and then you run
turn to dust your father figure

Steal away on the midnight bus
connect the dots across the water

Save yourself and only you
One last eye to the Ely Sky…

Folie à Deux

Daniel Smits