Back in 1985, I was such a shy girl
Hung out at those dreaded lockers with one or two fly girls
They knew where to look for me at the parties
The awkward one there crunchin ice and smarties
Like a lost little bloom among the wild hollies
In the back, to the side, anywhere that I could hide
Then one night, cryin on momma's lap, she'd turn the tide (she said)

Don't be a wallflower
And sink into the silver frames
Camouflage your super power
And blend into a crowd with no name
Be a Southern bell tower
More beloved by the hour
Eye to eye, never ever cower
Don't be a wallflower
Don't be a wallflower

So I took hold of my sweet chin and I pulled it on up
Found my voice, so loud and bright, finally I was enough
I found Jesus, started shouting for glory
Stopped doubtin myself and took inventory
Told my kids and their friends that great love story
I stood tall, gave it all, poured it out like a good ol Irish lass
Thats who I was, lookin at me was lookin right straight through a glass (I'd tell 'em)

Don't be a Wallflower
And sink into the silver frames
Camouflage your super power
And blend into a crowd with no name
Be a Southern bell tower
More beloved by the hour
Eye to eye, never ever cower
Don't be a wallflower
Don't be a wallflower

Now Momma's gone and all the kids are grown
Oh the mistakes they're makin, but man, I'm still makin my own
So it's back to the wall, let 'em fall, they'll figure it out in the end
But now where do I fit in

BE a Wallflower
Silver hair inside a silver frame
Camouflage your mother power
Silence the voice that has no more claim (no more, no more)
Be a Southern noon shower
Just lay back into the hour
Later on my knees I'll never cower (but for now)
I'll be a wallflower
Full circle, a wallflower
Momma taught me better, but in the end I'm stronger and happier
Bein a wallflower

Back in 1985 I was such a shy girl

Wallflower

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The Comus Clock

Comus the plaque
Trophy like clock
We're taking it back
Music shared like it was
Human to human
Ear for ear
Nostalgia be proving
No future to fear

Fabulous folk
Impressionist norm
New from the old
Falsetto of sun
If one cell of me
Creates notes like this
Kids be happy
This future holds bliss

We've read the old real
We think we agree
Let's learn this old field
Not burned with money
Diana holds dream
He knows panic signed
That Malgaard Suite
Greatest raw new defined

True to their new
More out there then Morrison
Old become new
Good musical origin
Tribal
Aural tantric
True to their clue
An honour compare
Let's bring it to brew

The Comus Clock (Poem and Notes)

Gespräch zwischen Mozart und Salieri

Rotten riffs crawling from the crypt 🪦💀🧟, drums pounding like bone hammers 🔨🩸, while the bassist is trapped in purgatory 🔌🔥⚰️🤘. (DEMO)

Shattered Existence

A liturgical descent into dust and memory—“Antiquaries” exhumes the ache of forgotten relics, mapping grief as sacred architecture. Bleak Cathedral conjures a sonic reliquary where every echo is a ritual, every silence a tomb. For those who walk the threshold between beauty and ruin.

Bleak Cathedral - Antiquaries

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thin lines 9.13.25

The secret laboratory of Dr. Hindenburg

part of this 9.13.25

Malfunction


I've been feeling a little under the weather for the past few days.
Maybe I'm tired, or maybe it's too hot.

There's no need to worry about it.
I don't want to cause any trouble for you.

This machine has been malfunctioning since last night.
The parts needed to repair it are no longer available.

Due to the intense sunlight, there are few people on the streets.
Outside the window lies a world in ruins.

I'm not thinking anything strange.
I'm just feeling a little fed up.

This machine has been malfunctioning since last night.
You were the only one who could repair it.

I just feel a little tired and have a slight fever.
I've already taken some aspirin, so I'll be fine.

It's not because you're not here.
I'm just feeling a little down, that's all.

This machine has been malfunctioning since last night.
The parts needed to repair it are no longer available.


Malfunction

Motel rooms are unpleasant places 
Especially in suicide cases 
I asked myself was my life worth saving 
And then I noticed that I hadn’t been shaving 

Why yes, in fact, it had been longer than three days since my face was last sheered 
And I’d become rather fond of that beard 

Well, you know how sometimes something compels you 
So strongly you must do what it tells you 
You give in to that desperate craving 
And either blow yourself away or stop shaving 

I chose the latter option because death had always been what I most feared 
And besides, I was fond of that beard 

And so I’m hunchbacked on the balcony leaning 
And I’m trying to decipher the meaning 
Of the wanton way in which I was behaving 
And the choice I made to discontinue shaving 

And just then, on the balcony adjoining mine, like magic she appeared 
And I could tell that she was fond of my beard 

We volunteered the past and then got drunk enough to talk about the present 
I reluctantly confided in her even though my story wasn’t pleasant 
She rolled up both her pant legs and I saw my own philosophy mirrored 
And I fell hopelessly in love with her beard 

She sprang up out of bed like a rabbit 
And she gathered up her things out of habit 
I said, “good morning” to the lady who’d quit shaving 
But was that hello or goodbye that she was waving 

Ah hell, its doesn’t matter, I’m contented, I don’t care which way I’m steered 
Because I’d grown rather fond of that beard
Yes, I’d become rather fond of that beard 
And will remain forever fond of that beard

Rather Fond of That Beard

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Rather Fond of That Beard

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