Your Corners Curve Like Lemonade
By David Husted

Your Corners Curve Like Lemonade Sun Drops    
Melting on an ocean's horizon   

I Wipe the mud from my knees
over madness
The windows are weeping as I lay dreaming 
Of stranded Islands
Empty and stripped clean


Ohhh… Your corners curve like lemonade
Zoo keepers  open up in their cages 
Bubble gum wrappers floating flames flickering orange    
We're  Basking in an almost; Ireland and Italy in Brooklyn

V2
Einstein and Heisenberg in parliament
Embers proliferating magic
Thriving through the time fields sucking information from the cosmos
Our very constitutions dust and water; 
Gold and oil on the alter now;  be a ghost to this chatter
Plot our lives in advance,……….     Of the rising sands

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Ohhh… Your corners curve like lemonade
Zoo keepers  open up in their cages now
Bubble  gum wrappers floating flames flickering orange    
We're  Basking in an almost; Ireland and Italy in Brooklyn

Bridge

We will not Run
We will not run   

Ch 

The Chorus has a psychedelic vibe to it but with its own unique twists and turns.  I tried not to box myself into corners with my lyrics and used a very open ended process to my word smithing.  I felt know need to present you anything too "air-tight" in terms of story or arrangement.  This is what I love about song writing. I toss up ideas (the crazier the better) and see what happens.  Once I have a kaleidoscope of working pieces I gently mold them into forms that contain loose tendrils of cohesiveness and meaning but only just barely.  This is one of those song's I created with no preconceptions or creative borders and I just let my mind go where it wanted to.  Sometimes this works and sometimes it is a disaster.  In this case I arrived at something I liked enough to share with you.  

Never mind that Dave, what is the song about?  

It has something to do with the excruciating beauty of a sunrise.  It has something to do with love.  It has something to do with how quickly time moves forward.  It has something to do with how impermanent everything really is (including us).  It has something to do with how lucky we are to be the tiniest spark of a flame witnessing this miracle before us for the most minuscule parenthesis in time.  It has something to do with stepping out of my self imposed cage, and yet not running away and hiding.  It has something to do with staring this beautiful, wild catastrophe of existence right in the face and enjoying the ride.   Far Out Dude. Now go put your favorite tie dye shirt on, grab a cup a coffee and listen to my song : )!   Groovy Man…..Will Do!  

May your corners curve like lemonade.

Your Corners Curve Like Lemonade

Lothlorien

Whose turn is it?  Is it your turn or mine?
Don't worry, everyone has to take a turn.

Whose Turn?

Written and recorded 15/16th August 2020

My first post-lockdown 'one-weekend' song...

The lyric is based on my experience of visiting the Fushimi Inari shrine in Kyoto in 2018, a magical day that I will never forget.

Photography by Chris Syme

Lyrics:
At the foot of the mountain
I contemplate the journey I'll make
To be enlightened
To be enlightened

I never doubted
That this would be the fate that I'd face
Gateway to Heaven
Now and forever

At the foot of the mountain
I find I'm in a dream-like state
Tranquil and silent
Into the silence

Foot Of The Mountain

Music by The Sigh Company

Public domain speech excerpts from:
Barbara Charline Jordan - 1976 Democratic National Convention Keynote Address

Mary McLeod Bethune - "What Does American Democracy Mean to Me?"

Maya Angelou -  "On The Pulse of Morning"

Courtesy; William J. Clinton Presidential Library

The Promise Of America

Rectangle of thin walls
and even more rectangles inside of it
repeating themselves in floors towards the sky.
Voices that silence by themselves
when they are able.

Bugging the footsteps and pant of strain on cold staircase,
decades of footsteps, that added on a person,
invisible through day invisible through night.

You recognize them
in their movement, halt or quickness,
you see the face, that belongs to them

and eyes, 
when you meet them,
you know, that they saw you to the bottom,
they heard your voice, when you wanted to be silent,
when you wanted to be far away
and only by yourself only with yourself,

when you were shifting days around the corners of your home
and it was echoing in pipes of central heating.
You two became one with every blow 
without ever wanting it
a bit of you and a bit of him dragged under the skin.

Words: Manca Klun
Sounds: Alessandro De Oliveira Bastos

Houses III

DENs: guitar & fx  https://soundcloud.com/mknradio
Sanja: modal synthesis & electronics

Thee Sorceress Plays Axis Harp Upon Ae Fairy Lullaby (MKN/SanjajnaG ArkestrA))

Australian Retro-- Perth Band --The Triffids

Grooveclowd Presents---The Triffids - My Baby Thinks She's A Train

Im freien Fall

Seven Thunders Utter Mysteries

original composition, final arrangement, mix & master:
Monkey Blood Lowdown @monkeybloodlowdown

lyrics, vocals & their pre-mix, cover photo-art:
Mariam Zohra D : Myrh

THE ODDEST OF THINGS
____________________________
in another world
in another world

day by day
i am wondering
wondering
oddest of things

say what now?

what did she say now?

what does she say now?

wondering, i am wondering the oddest
the oddest of things

wondering!
oddest of things!

somebody! pull me back!
somebody, pull me back!
but there’s no body
here
but me

nobody here
here

yea-heh! pull me back on my own
hoping something deep down
help me!
on my own
deep down

somebody! pull me back!

the set

The Oddest Of Things | The Consolers

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