The-Loop-Make-Em-Love

The Loop - Make Em Love Crusade - Computart & Electra Volcana

4-2-25

Coldheart: rhythm guitar and vocals 
Casio: percussion and bass line
120 bpm  soft rock beat
Key of F#

Mistress

I’ve just found that I’ve a mistress
And music is her name
Though she boards between the chords
She’s with me every day 

And she dances through my hands
Dreams with me in bed
She sings to me
Incessantly 
This mistress in my head

And she sings the songs of life to me
That only I can hear
Fragments echo furiously 
As they vanish in thin air
And she plays me like a symphony 
That only I can hear
And her whispered notes fall effortlessly 
Like snowflakes through still air

So when the coast is clear
And my wife still sleeps in bed
You know I think she’s known about us
Quite a while
Sweet mistress in my head

Then she laughs just like an orchestra 
But still let’s be discreet 
Is that a sitar that calls afar
Sweet mistress in my head

And she sings the songs of life to me 
That only I can hear 
Fragments echo defiantly 
As  they vanish in thin air 
And she plays me like a symphony 
That only I can hear
And her whispered notes fall
Effortlessly 
Like snowflakes through still air

mistress

This song is dedicated to my love and admiration of the poop-smearing GOAT of rock music, the one and only, GG Allin.  The skilled musicianship of this musical recording is a flattering tribute to his stunning genius.  Recorded on a 4 track tape machine.

I Like GG Allin

Freak

Chainstore

Time to get satirical with the US political dystopia, or maybe I'm just a  little touchy after all the threats to Canada, both political and economic (not pondering the military  threat to allies)
Sorry if this is offensive to any US-based listeners. Sorry, not sorry ;)

Track 2 from a new 2025 collection of ideas called FRINGE found at https://www.terrywigmore.com/wigmore-allen-gibbons

 Lyrics:
They've all come around on bended knee
Kissing the a-a-a-ass of a once and future king
They fought a war to get rid of a crown
Only to give it away to an autocratic clown
(how come you misjudge me so...

Pick on immigrants, round them all up
Doesn't matter if they're the ones who fill your shops
With all the merchandise and food that you just can't ignore
So you haul them off to a foreign shore - a foreign shore -a foreign
(how come you misjudge me x2   ...so...)

I take a little salt, not on the tail
I like my golden jets, like my foreign jails
I talk of the land, the land of the "free"
Whatever you've got, just give it to me


How did you misjudge me (x3)
I am the claw, in the white flabby hand
(how could you misjudge me (x2)
Autocratic clown (x3)

* samples... "I am Oz, the great and powerful, who are you?", "I could shoot somebody on Fifth Ave..", "China has total respect for Donald Trump and  for Donald Trump's very, very large uh, brain"

Note: No salt on the tail - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salting_a_bird%27s_tail

Wigmore: music, production, main lyrics and vocals
Allen: additional vocals and lyrics, bass, guitars

Autocratic Clown

Alaska springtime

Written by James Geer

Flutter away
Tiny bluebird
Flutter away
To your nest
Flee from the one
Who stalks the garden
Seemingly Without rest

Crouched unseen
On an agile frame
Designed to pounce
And kill or maim

Scurry away
Tiny chipmunk
Scurry away
To your hole
Flee from the one
Who stalks the garden
With fur as Black as coal

Snakelike eyes
Honed for prey
Incisors
Designed to slay

Run away
Little squirrel 
Run away
To your tree
Flee from the one
Who stalks the garden
Unseen and Silently

lightening paws   
With razor claws
Sharpened teeth
In lethal jaws

Where have you been my dear kitty  
What did you do today
Snuggle and purr
As I stroke your fur
Entertain me as you play

Kitty

Tempo 111 BPM
Timing 5/4 (10 beats per line in Papa's metric)


On Writing Poetry

To walk along the mystic road of dreams
And catch some fleeting echoes from the past
Or search the memory abyss for inspiration
And capture those twilight memories fading fast.
To lean awhile upon the fence of time
And ask some abstract notions to remain
Or drift along those eery doldrum ways
And draw the blinds on sanity and pain.
To gather up poetic streams of thought
From valleys of echantment and of tears
And flow them like one great Atlantic tide
To cleanse the mind of miseries and fears.
To rest a time upon the rock of myth
And forget for now the cruelty and the pain
That in our daily news we hear about
But never can console or loose the chain

Written by Bill Stapleton ~ 13th July 1979




This is the 12th instalment in the project for turning Papas poems into songs.

All Papa Poems to Songs here:
Listen to 🧓🏼Papa's Poems ▶️ Songs ♾️, a playlist by The Beautiful Dark on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/LKKd9jJbfyOo7SmBZo


I'm hesitant to add to Papa's perfect summary of it being easier to explain poetry with a poem. I do agree with what I understand so far from his words. It truly is a subconscious practice. This is another wonderful pre AI opinion which appreciated the feeling and the subconscious thought flow you find true poetry in. A machine can never feed you your subconscious thoughts. A machine cannot deliver the practice and focus you need to tap that subconscious consistently. Only time and your mind, body & spirit can do that

🧓🏼On Writing Poetry

ALTERNATIVE ELECTRONIC Singer-Songwriter Musician and Producer. Welcome to MY FANTASY WORLD. Performing LIVE since May 2024
Piano is my primary instrument, some clarinette,drummer and singer in an all girl beginner level punk band, learning bass, guitar and ukelele!
My compositions and lyrics are expressions of my personality and life experiences. I love punk and electro rock, techno, trance, experimental, groovy and stuff that has no genre.  I have no boundaries in either subject matter or style. Music has consumed my soul and is my driving force in life.
**** Let the Love for Music Rule****