Zara by The Sacred and Profane Melodies of Julia Ryder

Viewer, I Murdered Him (It's Noir!) by The Sacred and Profane Melodies of Julia Ryder

Lexico by History Onyx

Man on a mission
Moves undetected
Into position
Weapon confected
Back to the wall and pray he drinks enough
Eyes of the waiter
Register something
Is he in with us or
Simply nothing
Time won't allow for speculative stuff
It's time to run, but...

Kiss on the forehead
While they are sleeping
Car to the airport
Choke back your weeping
Hide in the shadow of a newspaper as you wait by an open gate
And you dream of the other side
That you'll fly to
The grieving families
Friends that you lied to
Begging the bloodstained hand to wake you up
The things we do for

Love of your country
Love of your children
Love of a woman
Love of the human
Love of whatever fills the coffers up
The things we do for
Men with no faces
Guarding the exit
A trail of blazes
And you connect it
The cosmos condenses to the capsule in your glove
The things we do for

Love

Coconut ylang-ylang
It's only really a name
Coconut ylang-ylang
Eau du petals of grey
Coconut-a bath, the bath, she bathes!
And now I'm off out to play
off out to play
In a fantasy haze
Down on paradise paved
Shadow deeds without shame
Where it's brighter than day,
And the moon's in the shade
Electricity gay

Coconut ylang-ylang
Club carcophany crazed
Coconut ylang-ylang
Drunk diaphanous daze
Coconut Ylang-ylang
I've sighted my prey
I say, hello to you Dave
Yes, you there on the stage
Looking nicely depraved.
I say, what say you, Dave,
Pronounce we master and slave?

Coconut ylang-ylang 
We return to your cave
Coconut ylang-ylang
I see your bed is unmade
Coconut ylang-ylan
And now the weapons are splayed
And I shine like a blade
I could teach you to shave
Now you can start your tirade
Make me very afraid
Make me beg for escape

Coconut ya languid, lily-livered louse! 
You're surprisingly tame 
Coconut ylang-ylang
vanilla, for shame!
Coconut ylang-ylang 
Male me forget my own name
Make me believe I'm in pain
Seed black hell in my brain
And again and again
Tonight the future is made
Getting lost in the game

Coconut ylang-ylang
Hey baby what's that you say?
Coconut ylang-ylang
Oh David, say it again!
Coconut ylang-ylang
No just tell me again
That little refrain?
Oh David, say it again!
Oh David, say it again!
Oh David, say it again!

Coconut ylang-ylang I love you
Coconuthing left to do but
Coconow I feel it too
Ylang-ylonging for something that I never knew
Coconut ylang-ylang
And now the world is aflame
And tears are rolling for shame
And I call out your name
But we're lost in the flame
And I recall everything
And I recall everything
And I pray for the rain
And I pray for the rain 
And I pray for the rain
Oh darling, are you awake?
Oh darling, are you awake?
We're in the garden again
We're in the garden again

Coconut Ylang-ylang
Waking up from the dream
Coconut Ylang-ylang
I feel so unclean 
Coconut ylang-ylang
And I enter the steam
And I long to be clean
Where is my beautiful dream?
O tell me what could it mean?
What could it mean?
What could it mean? 



Coconut Ylang Ylang

the fallout

I found Herman Hesse's Demian very unsettling. This is the  hitherto unwritten story of Emil Sinclair's mother.

I remember the night
I remember the rain
Like the fingers of death pressing on the window pane
I remember the fight
As I laboured in vain
And from deep in a well saw the flash of a blade
To retrieve you from hell while my life ebbed away
A bloody broken shell all in pieces I lay
And she lifted you high like a bird
Rising clear of the world 

I remember our life
Before the darkness came
Through the blindfold of light and the nursery haze
Your secretive mind
You know I'm just the same
So I built us a world that might keep him away
But I was a fool for he came anyway 
He strode from the past with that look of disdain 
And I relived my history of shame.
Never, never again!

Oh I held you so close
When you were but a babe
And I nursed you so tenderly, singing your name
But it always seemed false
And I rubbed at the stain
Then I saw it so clearly but never could explain
How I loved you so dearly, till my heart turned grey,
Till that star from the sky fell and took you away 
Into the screaming shallows of a young soldier's grave
And there in my window again
You showed me your face
And though it was unchanged 
It bore the mark of Cain.

Frau Sinclair's Lament

FADE IN:

INT. The haunted penthouse window. DUSK

SIR LANCE enters to find LADY S at song.

SIR LANCE
I knew I'd find you here, attending to your unwavering vigil over the night, through the dusky curtain of evening, as the moon confronts the gaslight. And do you know where I've been, while you sing your sorrows out? I've been lying to investors who ask of your whereabouts. You know, my dear, I gave everything I am to fashion you a life, but money shirks from any man who can't control his wife.

LADY S
Fade to night time exterior big city 

SIR LANCE
For God's sake listen to me! Oh, to hell with you, woman. You're deranged. Or just filled with spite. Yes, that's it; You resent me for some imagined cruelty and behave as though you're trapped in a guilded cage. But look around you, you utter fool; A whole golden sky that I gave to you! And yet in your vicious ingratitude you fancy I'm an enemy. Turn around and face me, you owe it to me! Show yourself to me! Whose are you if not mine!

LADY S
Fade to night time exterior big city

SIR LANCE
My Lady of Shalott, surely you realise I could take it all away; your city lights, your moonrise… And your bed and bread and clothes and class, in a heartbeat, I swear, so speak to me! I demand you speak, you swine! Oh really, are you really going to jump?All the while a-singing your sad song? Alright then, let me help you, since you're so keen [emphasis arising from a hard shove] I do you wrong!

(Fade to)

EXT. big city. Night.


COP #1
Move along, nothing to see! You know, Defoe what puzzles me… She's fallen what, a thousand feet? But the damage doesn't show. Normally they're broken, but she lies there in the snow like a repatriated soldier kissing the soil of home... Excuse me, Sir, a couple of questions!

SIR LANCE
Officer, you're not suggesting..

COP #1
No, of course, it's just routine. You say you had a fight?

SIR LANCE
Oh yes. Well, words. But it was always like treading on eggshells, in a way; A little word of criticism would stay with her for days, and she'd linger at the window, waiting to be set ablaze by the sinking sun, and she'd intone the strangest little phrase....

(Fade to)

NIGHTTIME EXT. big city

Fade To NIGHT TIME EXT BIG CITY haunted penthouse remix

oh it hurts to love a satellite
when it switches off its beam.
watch it gliding swiftly out of sight
to fall into the sea.
I guess I was no faithful wife
circumstances moulded me
swore submissive oaths by fading lamp light
befriended blossoms on forbidden trees
you know that I won't ask you why a baby died
camels choke on luxury
but I'll aak you on this darkest night
is there any good in me?
does it hurt to love a satellite
when it switches off its beam?
will you wait until the end of time for a wayward child 
and will you visit in my dreams?
oh it hurts to love a satellite
when it switches off its beam.
watch it floating as the last light dies
in a shower of debris.

Satellite

A song for Zookie's World: https://mynameiszookie.substack.com/p/im-so-so-sorry-mrs-pussulthwuuurt?utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web

Hello boys, my name is Zookie.

I think you know I'm easily led.

I think you've heard that I forsook the chance to get a level head,

and dipped my toes into philosophies of dread.

I think you've heard about my family:

Daddy wrote of Uncle Seb,

And how it ended rather badly in the wastes of the Maghreb,

with an eleventh hour halo on his head.

My mummy, gal about the town.

Word got around of the estate.

It cost her greatly, and I don't think she worked out how to settle down,

before the looking glass confirmed it much too late.

Well, Auntie Dede wrote at Christmas,

Uncle Bridey paid some debts.

As kind as this was, they were strangers and it's easy to forget

that I'm a member of a proud and ancient set.

I see the debs out in the city -

Don't think they're listed in Debretts.

They look so pretty, and so wicked, and so free, and so complex.

Then I try to picture mummy courting Rex.

I watch dusk fall over Putney.

I see the shadows stretch and bend.

Was I so lucky? Did I miss the boat and fall from the pier end,

into the churning, muddy shallows of the Thames?

Jesus Christ, are you still with me?

Curse the darkness of my lens!

Oh please forgive and, if I swear I'll go full Grandad in the end,

Build a Heaven for my friends.

Zookie's Song

And my madness is meaning 
That I'm good for almost nothing 
I'm ailing and I'm dreaming 
It's a luxury it's a disease 
And at night the city comes out
But it ain't no place for me
And some day I may take a lie down 
And they'll bury my defeated meat
Well I spent my vocation 
In the second and the fourth dimensions 
In photographs and phonographs 
The world waited at my feet
And at night the city comes out 
And your boys take to the Streets
And some day I may take a lie down
As they bury their repeated meat 
And every time the red light goes round 
It tells the little blue light to go round 

With the lights out I start out
On a paranoiac night adventure 
These are strange crimes and sometimes
Our neuroses have to earn their keep
Sometimes I wish I could forget you
And my life would be complete 
If I could say goodnight forever 
While an angel puts my soul to sleep 
And every time the red light goes round 
It tells the little blue light to go round 

There's a man at the station 
Is he part man and part invention?
And he shares in my affliction 
And the legend says he knows my need
Oh but the train pulls out of the station 
As the sun rises in the east
And by the cold light of day salvation 
Is the dream that brings me to my knees
And every time the red light goes round 
It tells the little blue light to go round 

Oh I fought you and I sought you 
Now I fear that you've become a stranger 
You're the playwright, you're the starlight 
You're the rapture of a heart that bleeds
And I would like to walk beside you
And my life would be complete 
If I could see the lights of heaven 
But the message playing on repeat is
every time the red light goes round 
It tells the little blue light to go round 

Hey babe what makes the red light go round?

lights of heaven

Songs about mermaids and fortune tellers etc. were written in collaboration with Sammy2Hats. Julia and Sam have informally banded together as Julia Ryder and the History Onyx.

Julia is working on a slowly evolving project inspired by Brideshead Revisited and The Screwtape Letters.


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