From the album of children's songs and poetry 'Everybody Everywhere Stomp Your Feet!' available from my Bandcamp: http://helnthomas.bandcamp.com/

Everybody Everywhere Stomp Your Feet!

Back to the 90s!

Polite English Man Meets The Mafia

'then,
after a while,
it stopped.'

Ethereal soundscape about the nature of things.
Youtube: https://youtu.be/WrDUlJIJ_fQ
Buy: https://helnthomas.bandcamp.com/track/poem-about-everything-2018-extended-mix

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poem about everything

poem about everything (extended mix 2018)

Words: Helên Thomas
Music created using samples donated by Owen J.
Sample butchery, musical assemblage and ear work: Helên Thomas

Same Coin

On Being A White Square

24/7/2019

Self Censorship In The Workplace

The third stanza from 'Season To Taste' from the EP 'Frowned Sounds'.
https://helnthomas.bandcamp.com/album/frowned-sounds

In autumn: sundried, road-kill casserole,

Cow-bar culled, magpie inspected, pecked,

Blood marinated potage of pothole,

Maggot-riced, rock salted and flat packed,

Morsels tweezer-peeled from tarmac’s clefts,

With sulphur tufts and rare game braised, I served

A spill of tongues with juicy marrow cracked,

Then Granny Smith’s most vile windfall dessert:

A boozy, worm-holed sludge of apples bruised,

For raisins: drunk wasps and blue bloated flies,

With nutty gravel crumble, clay clods baked;

Poured septic sauce called ‘custard’ on the side.

Three portions later, to my sad surprise,

My favours failed to bring forth your demise.

Season To Taste: Autumn Stanza

Ultra violet
livid vivid
on a purple pollen flight path
blues are pinks
and pinks are yellow
ink blot blooms
in
busy body zoomz
traffic warden clad
flywayman bad
swag bag laden
violet raiding
“Pardon me madam!”
into snap dragons
and swooping
on lupins
taking their fill
of daffodil
gold
then back to the fold
dancing with glee
for queen and country
grid refs on honeycombed hexagon hoedown
then over
and out
in a sugar slurping swarm
all humbug like
humming bugs
sweet syringe tongued
sexing the flowers
lunch is not free
whose back is scratched
how is it to be?

Meanwhile in roses
on amber hued afternoons
free bees
cut leaves
taking life
with ease
not nine to five
hive jive
without care or comb
communal home
daily drone
mobile phone
just zzzz
and fat
happy
alone.

That's How Bees See

Experimental music created as a backing for poem 'That's How Bees See'.

That's How Bees See (Instrumental)

Money, work, moving house, babies, romance,
love, friendship, children, pets, hospitals. Some
of you will be diagnosed with cancer today.
Everything will be all right.

Sun signs, phases,
opportunities, challenges. Saturn, the lunar
eclipse, Uranus. Some of you will hurt
yourselves, or others, today. Everything will be
all right.

Mercury, dark strangers, lottery
winnings. For those of you born on the cusp,
the full moon could mark the beginning of an
episode of psychosis. Everything will be all right.

Promotion, alignments, Venus in your house
squaring with Pluto. Your dog may require
euthanasia later in the week. Everything will be
all right.

Frustration, crossroads, new horizons,
family matters, career, health. You may have to
take the day off work, as today could be the day
you admit your child into the local hospice for
respite care. Everything will be all right.

Conjunctions, opposites, your life path,
childhood, social life, parties. Expect an
invitation to attend the funeral of an old school
friend. Memories, partnerships, emotions.
Everything will be all right.

Something about the discovery of new planets
and the downgrading of old ones. The cycle of life.
Changes in your environment.
The more senior amongst you
may be institutionalised today. Everything will be
all right.


Metaphorical doors, home improvements,
doors opening, doors closing, revolving doors.
The repetition of patterns of behaviour. Resist.
Your ruling planet goes partially retrograde
towards the end of the month. Some of you will
die. Everything’s going to be all right.

Call or text to find out why destiny wears red this Thursday.


credits
from Bear with me, I'm on a journey, released July 3, 2020
Words by Helên Thomas
Synth riffs donated by Owen J - looped and mixed by Helên Thomas
Track art photo by Owen.

Bear with me, I'm on a journey

Your Horoscope

She said: I’m a loose cannon;
An unopened yoghurt pot,
past its sell by date and full of gas!

He said: I’m not.
I’m a matchstick model replica
of something from the past;
I take ages to assemble
but I’m not built to last.

She said: Oh, I know….
what you mean;
I’ve crashed, I’ve burned, I’ve splintered,
and I’ve vented my spleen;
I’m a full throttle talker,
it would take Murray Walker
to do the commentary
on the documentary
about me.

He said: Oh, should we order food now?

She said: Yes, I could eat a horse.

He said: Oh, I’m a vegan.

She said: I was on the sauce
last night; I’ve got a mean hangover
and a raging appetite.

He said: I just drink ‘eau’ you know, water;
I’m a tad faddish;
I like alfalfa sprouts and radish;
saltless, GM free, organic;
can’t touch Indian or Hispanic
or anything exotic; I’m on anti-biotics
and I’ve got a touchy tract;
it won’t tolerate lact-
ose.

She said: Oh, I know, I’m just the same;
I can’t tolerate tractors
or life in the slow lane;
I’m an urban girl at heart;
the only time I’ll look at a cow
is when it’s pickled in the name of art.

He said: Oh! So you like art?

She said: No.


credits
from Bear with me, I'm on a journey, released July 3, 2020
Words by Helên Thomas
Performed by Helên Thomas and Owen J.
Music: synth riffs donated by Owen. Looped and spliced by HT.

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Bear With me I'm On A Journey

3rd July 2020

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Reformed poet. Woman one from wonky synth duo Tingle In The Netherlands. 
You will find dark, difficult, experimental music here and by way of a total contrast, some up tempo poetry for children and, if I can find it all, an ad hoc archive of randomness for grown ups and idiots. 
Make of this what you will.

Helên Thomas

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