divaD eiwoB '5 sraeY' - vocals, piano, strings only

Marquee Moon/Adventure/Live At The Waldorf [The Complete Elektra Recordings Plus Liner Notes]

Marquee Moon (Remastered)

(song improvised by my 6 year old daughter Dahlia...singing and guitar by Dahlia and back ups by me. She did a whole album on the spot with these really cool mystical lyrics!)

the stars at night can be big and bright,
all you need is a big sky at night,
you gotta be bright!

at the darkest time of the night,
 you gotta be bright!
you gotta be bright!

you have to be bright to know,
 which way to go,
you have to be bright to say,
everything in a one way,

how can you know?
how do you know which way to go?
how do you know when you can fly?
and if you can touch the sky?

it all matters in a way that you say,
you have to say and believe yourself,
that's how you fly,
in the beautiful sky,

you gotta fly away, away,
you have to fly away,
you get to fly away,
when you grow your wings,
you will see an adventure!

and if you look up at the stars,
you can see a mystery,
just waiting to be found,
and that is how it will begin,
away,
but when you grow your wings someday,
that is what it will be like,
in a way!

Gotta Be Bright!

Death by Unga Bunga!!

The Mummies - (You Must Fight To Live) On The Planet Of The Apes

CBGB's and the birth of U.S. Punk

Richard Hell & the Voidoids - Blank Generation

The Mummies - Stronger Than Dirt

Johnny Thunders & the Heartbreakers - L.A.M.F [Original UK Track LP] - 09 - One Track Mind

I prefer to read books and continue my weird music than to waste my time on facebook

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MC5 - Kick Out The Jams (Original Uncensored Version 1968)


Magdalena Mirror was a saint and a seer,
 and a sin-eating scapegoat divine,
 for her sickness brought health and her need it brought wealth,
 and her love?... it brought never you mind,

With her mind over matters and her torn blessed tatters, 
 and her moth dusted garbage bag gown,
 will she hold a whole nation in rapt contemplation
 of the angles that fangle her frown,

She was swaddled in thorns from the day she was born,
 when they plastered her into the casting,
 in her stead it is said that the blood she had bled
 was bestower of life ever-lasting,

At the cleft of her cough, cadavers became soft,
 and her sneezing caused freezing to warm,
 with a vomiting wretch, true life's breath did she fetch,
 through the puking rebuke of a charm,

The reprise of her cries could unpry blinded eyes,
 so they kept her in burdens bereft,
 and they opened their ears as they drank from her tears, 
 which could heal both the dumb and the deaf,

the refrain of her pain could make one young again,
 so the Everyone lent her its ear,
 and the song that she sang was a high-hunger-pang,
 from a place beyond hatred or fear,

A place where the There, from the trees to the air,
 is calling, clothed in your own thought,
 again and again, the familiar refrain,
 in a language the tongue has forgot,

Jain Vangles 
