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   

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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

Are you hearing me quite clear?
Or are you merely listening?
They always sell you sell you
on your fear
They leave you numb and glistening..

Lead the Sheep
With sounds of sleep

The voice I borrowed from a man
A god of rock with mop-like hair
He played his song to Euro trash
He never really seemed to care..

Lead The sheep
with sounds of sleep
the trance is deep
the dance is cheap

lead the sheep
with sounds of sleep

The trance is deep
the dance is cheap
lead the sheep
with sounds of sleep..

Pyramid Scheme

featuring reflective sax by Jonathan Ogara (https://soundcloud.com/allopenelectrics)
Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yWeJ6iSJlmI
For more photographs visit: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lQ1ADA7lNy8

The path of least resistance
The certainty of doubt
Reflections in a mirrored cage
The withs who are without
The burden of conformity
The illusion of choice
The silence of defiance to the inner voice

Waking up, coming home
Waking up, coming home

The safety in compliance
Shielding from the light
The appliance of the science
The truth that’s never right
So many years to drift the drift
The winding lane of fate
Released for good behaviour
It’s nevermore too late

Waking up, coming home
Waking up, coming home
(Following the path of least resistance)

The actor leaves the stage

Reflections

Secret Systems

A demo of a collab with a bunch of genial wierdos in Berlin, with help from the amazing producer and bassplayer Kalle Enkelmann. 60’s Tarantino feel.
Close your Eyes and let me in, Melodie Für Barbara, the imaginal secret love of my Life.

Melodie Für Barbara

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On the last day of the feast, the great day, Jesus stood up and cried out, "If anyone thirsts, let him come to me and drink”. - John 7:37


Bring the thirsty and let them drink.
Come over here and get a drink. 
This man says, “come to me and drink”.
And suddenly I had to turn and stop and think.
And face all my uncertainty.
And wonder about eternity.
And where to place my hope.

He says it's living water- 
flowing like a river-
through the life of the believer.
In the spirit of the savior. 
Poured into his endeavors-
With the seeker, the warrior, 
The thinker, deceiver. 
The never-receiver.
The almost-believer.

It's a life inside that’s more than you.
Extending through, out past your view.
Running past the walls of you.
Like the streams and rivers like to  do.

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P.S. I painted the picture in 1994 and recorded the song in 2020.  So technically this thing took 26 years before it was done ;-) 
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the great day

Edmund's mother would drive sometimes for days. Never going anywhere, just somewhere. Somewhere that wasn't there. Another burned out sign to a cheap motel; deep in the humid swamps of the bitter south. A time to stop and rest for a day, maybe two. This life inside her was wanting to see the world.
 Flames and retribution and shame, an archaic remnant to what wanted her to speak no more. Edmund was to be born that day in the swamps.  That day when the cicadas roared like a chorus through sweat and fire. The traveler was born at 3:33 pm

The Fold

The Fold./Ballad of a Traveler part 2

Like Someone In Love

Silent Standing
(D/L available at www.terrywigmore.com)

This is a very mean & moody Gibbo stood standing, silently singing ...more than thoughtful...leaning his back against his decaying doorway...
Terry somewhere in the chancellery, nonchalantly flipping a coin, with something nasty on one side and a worn out memory on the other. Offering some hope? Maybe not...
Me? Well, I'm in the toilet, with a grumbling bass whilst spouting a slightly sinister 'Andrews Sisters' thing :-)

This is just what we do...

Silent Standing

1) I can't quite remember, how it got to this
One moment you were there and then you're gone
But I stood silent in the doorway staring at the space you used to be.
And I stood silent in the doorway staring at the space you used to be.

2) But I can still recall your elegance and grace
As you shattered what was two and made it one
But I stood silent in the doorway staring at the space you used to be.
And I stood silent in the doorway staring at the space you used to be.

She moves like a flower in the chancelleries of spring...spring...
She moves...like a flower in the spring

(Repeat V.2)

…And I stood silent in the doorway staring at the space you used to be.........


Music and Lyrics: Wigmore Allen  Gibbons

(Terry) Wigmore: Guitars, Synths, Vocals, Production
(Keith) Allen:        Bass, Lead guitar, Vocals
(Kevin)Gibbons:   Lead Vocal

Silent Standing

Laidback version of the track Herculaneum which you can also find on this page

Stones Amongst The Ashes

First started in 2015
Remixed Dec 2020
This is the Track Galpin and Abalero began to find the Grooveclowd sound

the great day

open strings