Don't Give Up

Make Me Smile

Lady of Fire original poetry with holy shitshow music

I'm honored to be on a track with holy shitshow. Please do what you will. If you need stems...go here for his awesome music as well: https://soundcloud.com/user-649412648

Blessing Face

I saw them
working as
old schlepps
like you or me
postering as
flawed and human
but I know
they walk perfect
upon the earth  
ordained in shrouds
of shimmer
upon them
and when you are
not looking
they sing of
liberation
between
the moments
while blessing your
face with God

Blessing Face (an open collab) w/holy shitshow

Final track of the 'Rhwng EP'

You can find it here https://crestofthesyndicate.bandcamp.com/album/rhwng

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Rhwng

Leavin Lonely

Available to purchase from Bandcamp: marcdauncey.bandcamp.com/album/llwyn-…sacred-grove

Gwledd Cernunnos (Feast of Cernunnos)

My friend Louie died recently. We played together in a band called The Loose Diamonds. He was a lovely man and a living work of art.

https://pitchfork.com/news/king-louie-bankston-louisiana-garage-rock-mainstay-of-the-exploding-hearts-dies-at-49/

There’s a whole lot less cocaine in heaven tonight
The Milky Way ain’t looking half as wide
Loose diamonds in the sky
Fall like teardrops from my eyes
As the rising sun burns it’s ugly light
There’s a whole lot less cocaine in heaven tonight 

There was a man from Harahan who like an angel did sing
And he sure knew just how to pop a guitar string 
And though he often played the clown 
When the crowds would gather ‘round
Those in the know know that Louie was a king

It was reputed that he’d written the perfect song
A crystal blue confection coming in at 2 minutes and 27 seconds long
But the world heeded not
Rock n roll was an afterthought 
The king had left long before his kingdom had come

There’s a whole lot less cocaine in heaven tonight
The Milky Way ain’t shining half as bright
Loose diamonds in the sky
Like teardrops from my eyes
As the rising sun burns it’s ugly light
There’s a whole lot less cocaine in heaven tonight 

He once went to Whole Foods because he was not feeling well
He returned with five jars of pickles and a story to tell
The hippie cashier it seems 
Had seen his death in her dreams 
So we all laughed and raised five jars of pickle juice to his health

Sure, maybe he all wasn’t saintly and perfect 
But I tend to think the rock n roll was worth it
He had some dirty parts
He left some haunted hearts
But who amongst us isn’t tainted in this circus?

Like a feeling never felt
Like the King of Diamonds never dealt
Like a legend that may never be
Louie Bankston RIP

There’s a whole lot less cocaine in heaven tonight
Now the angel’s share ain’t enough to fly a kite
Stardust in the sky
Diamonds in my eyes
The rising sun burns it’s ugly light
There’s a whole lot less cocaine in heaven tonight 

Now that you have forsaken this fallow land 
Our hopes are dashed that you ever will reunite your one man band
And though my tongue may be planted in my cheek 
It is with great reverence that I do speak 
Of the King of Diamonds

Love, 
Your biggest fan

There’s a whole lot less cocaine in heaven tonight
The Milky Way ain’t looking half as wide
Loose diamonds in the sky
Like teardrops in my eyes
The rising sun burns it’s ugly light
There’s a whole lot less cocaine in heaven tonight 
There’s a whole lot less cocaine in heaven tonight 

A pariah, a piranha, a superstar
How I wonder what you are
Up above the world the world so high
Like a diamond in the sky
Like a diamond in the sky
Like a diamond in the sky

Like a diamond

King Of Diamonds

"Up in the Gallery" (German: "Auf der Galerie") is a short piece of fiction written by Franz Kafka. It was created between November 1916 and February 1917 and published in the collection „Ein Landarzt“ (A Country Doctor) in 1919. The story offers two versions of a scene in which a young man watches a circus ringmaster and a woman on horseback. (Wikipedia)

The picture shows a section of: At The Circus Fernando, The Rider
by Henri Toulouse-Lautrec (1888)

Public domain translation by Ian Johnston (November 2003)                     


Up in the Gallery

If some frail tubercular lady circus rider 
were to be driven in circles around and around 
the arena for months and months 
without interruption 
in front of a tireless public 
on a swaying horse 
by a merciless whip-wielding 
master of ceremonies, 
spinning on the horse, 
throwing kisses and swaying at the waist, 
and if this performance, 
amid the incessant roar 
of the orchestra and the ventilators, 
were to continue into 
the ever-expanding, gray future, 
accompanied by applause, 
which died down and then swelled up again, 
from hands which were really steam hammers, 
perhaps then a young visitor to the gallery 
might rush down the long stair case 
through all the levels, 
burst into the ring, and cry “Stop!” 
through the fanfares 
of the constantly adjusting orchestra.


But since things are not like that,
(Since things are not like that…rep.)         

since a beautiful woman, in white and red, 
flies in through curtains 
which proud men in livery open in front of her, 
since the director, 
devotedly seeking her eyes, 
breathes in her direction, 
behaving like an animal, and, as a precaution, 
lifts her up on the dapple-gray horse, 
as if she were his grand daughter, 
the one he loved more 
than anything else,
as she starts a dangerous journey, 
but he cannot decide to give the signal with his whip 
and finally, 
controlling himself, gives it a crack, 
runs right beside the horse with his mouth open, 
follows the rider's leaps with a sharp gaze, 
hardly capable of comprehending her skill, 
tries to warn her by calling out in English, 
furiously castigating the grooms holding hoops, 
telling them to pay the most scrupulous attention, 
and begs the orchestra, with upraised arms,
to be quiet before the great jump, 
finally lifts the small woman down from the trembling horse, 
kisses her on both cheeks, 
considers no public tribute adequate, 
while she herself, leaning on him, 
high on the tips of her toes, 
with dust swirling around her, 
arms outstretched and head thrown back, 
wants to share her luck with the entire circus—
since this is how things are, 
the visitor to the gallery puts his face on the railing and, 
sinking into the final march as if into a difficult dream, weeps, 
without realizing it.  (rep.)

Up In The Gallery (Kafka, 1919)

In the words of the UN Secretary-General (Antonio Guterres), a passage I think is important is "Our challenges are interrelated across national borders and all other divisions. Multilateralism. The principle) can solve the problem. "
　However, the state of being related to each other turned upside down and caused a situation of "interfering with each other".
　Our world is very unstable and dying because each country pursues profits. But I will stand firmly. Like a scarecrow that won't fall over in a storm.

Scarecrow's Multilateralism (No.205)

First song written produced and recorded by Jeffrey Lasky in Twenty years.  Jeffrey Lasky all guitars.  Cover art and concept by Joshua Lasky

September Twenty-Fifth

Love...as a feeling you get when you go over Niagara Falls in a barrel?

That image was developed by simply approaching a collaboration (with UK musician, Anthony Gee - Liquid on mp3u) with the "start where you are" wisdom. What is more iconic for people working with a Canadian than Niagara Falls? 

Anthony had been exploring electronica using a midi keyboard, but had never written a rock tune. Ever ready for opportunities to help others, I asked Anthony for a keyboard progression as a foundation, since he was taking piano lessons at the time, and from that foundation the rock track would be built with the addition of lyrics, guitar, and harmonica. Eventually the song needed an instrumental, and that was where the real learning for Anthony took place - he had never learned to improvise, only to read music. Thinking out of the box and feeling the music is a little intimidating for some. So, many file-exchanges later, he had let his hair down enough to try that rock organ phrase that appears here. 

Here's to learning, to experimenting, to learning to give control over to others and to celebrating life-long learning. Who ever said you can't teach old dogs new tricks?

Lyrics:

I thought love was so simple,
But it turns out it's really complex,
With a lot of inuendo
There's body language
There's the subtle conversation,
And it's driving me mad
I feel I'm in a barrel going over a falls
In a barrel, going nowhere at all

I thought love was the cure that I needed
But it seems I was wrong
And there's no doubt about it
Love can be easy, like a lazy river
But when the current picks up
You better know how to paddle
I feel I'm in a barrel going over a falls
In a barrel, going nowhere at all

(instrumental)

I thought love was gonna take me to places
My heart hadn't seen, and I was anticipatin'
The joy and the bliss 
That I had found with your kissin'
Took me too far from shore
And now I'm self-destructin'

I feel I'm in a barrel going over a falls
In a barrel, going nowhere at all

Anthony Gee: piano, organ, bass
Terry: lyrics, vocals, harmonica, guitar

In A Barrel (With Anthony Gee)

Track 14 - Friday Salvation

"Art is how we decorate space, music is how we decorate time." Jean-Michel Basquiat

I'm usually in the musical kitchen cooking up my own sound. I love collaborating and have collaborated with many great musicians here on SoundCloud. If you are interested in cooking up something great, then give me a holler!

Never forget.

And a BIG thank you to anyone who has ever listened, commented and shared my poetry AND music.  I appreciate you immensely.

Blessing Face (an open collab) w/holy shitshow

Lady of Fire Poetry