Riverine Reveries

In a churchyard by a river,
Lazing in the haze of midday,
Laughing in the grasses and the graze.
Yellow bird, you are not long in singing and in flying on,
In laughing and in leaving…

Willow weeping in the water,
Waving to the river daughters,
Swaying in the ripples and the reeds.
On a trip to Cirrus Minor, saw a crater in the sun
A thousand miles of moonlight later…

Icy wind of night, be gone.
This is not your domain.
In the sky a bird was heard to cry.
Misty morning whisperings and gentle stirring sounds
Belied a deathly silence that lay all around.
Hear the lark and harken to the barking of the dog fox
gone to ground.
See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water.
And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees,
Laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea.
In the lazy water meadow
I lay me down.
All around me,
Golden sunflakes settle on the ground,
Basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoon,
Bringing sounds of yesterday into this city room.
Hear the lark and harken to the barking of the dog fox
gone to ground.
See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water.
And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees,
Laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea.
In the lazy water meadow
I lay me down.
All around me,
Golden sunflakes covering the ground,
Basking in the sunshine of a by gone afternoon,
Bringing sounds of yesterday into my city room.
Hear the lark and harken to the barking of the dog fox gone to ground.
See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water.
And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees,
Laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea.

 

LYRICS & MUSIC:  Richard Wright, Roger Waters, David Gilmour, Nicholas Mason
Copyright: Hampshire House Publishing Corp., Lupus Music Co. Ltd.

California ​Screaming


I wanted to visit the San Andreas Fault once,

but when I got there it was closed.

Aerosmith’s lyrics may or may not stand as poetry without electric instruments  backing up the words. Here is one of my favorite songs with lyrics and links for your perusal.
The tribute video is interesting in itself.
The brooding notes at the onset of the song remind me of the last lines of Poe’s The City in the Sea:

But lo, a stir is in the air!
The wave — there is a movement there!

As if the towers had thrust aside,
In slightly sinking, the dull tide —
As if their tops had feebly given
A void within the filmy Heaven.
The waves have now a redder glow —
The hours are breathing faint and low —
And when, amid no earthly moans,
Down, down that town shall settle hence,
Hell, rising from a thousand thrones,
Shall do it reverence.

There are so many diverging sub-texts in this harrowing song. Seismologic/apocalyptic panic is the dominant theme—but one can find Creation vs. the Evolutionary hypothesis (Three million years or just a story), and the apostasy of Israel’s false prophets as mentioned in Isaiah 28:7 & 8 :

“And these also reel with wine and stagger from strong drink:
         The priest and the prophet reel with strong drink,
         They are confused by wine, they stagger from strong drink;
         They reel while having visions…”

We even catch a bloody glimpse of the Levite’s butchered concubine from Judges.
OK all you armchair theologians: tell me if this song lines up with God’s prophetic Word or not. For years I tried to figure out the lyrics  by the way they sounded—but the internet has deprived me of that joy and I now know that in verse 5, “Holy lands are sinking / Bursting through the sky” is not QUITE what Brad W. and Steven T. had written.
The song is full of disturbing imagery nonetheless (just like the Bible).

So sleep well everyone and I’ll see you at the great white throne –
or maybe in the psych ward…

Nobody’s Fault 

Aerosmith (1976)

Lord I must be dreaming / what else could this be ?
Everybody’s screaming / running’ for the sea
Holy lands are sinking
/ birds take to the sky
The prophets are all stinking drunk  / I know the reason why
Eyes are full of desire
/ mind is so ill at ease
Everything is on fire / shit piled up to the knees
Out of rhyme or reason, everyone’s to blame
Children of the season, don’t be lame

Sorry, you’re so sorry, don’t be sorry . . .
Man has known and now he’s blown it
Upside down and hell’s the only sound
We did an awful job and now they say it’s nobody’s fault . . .
Old St. Andreas /
seven years ago
Shove it up their richters / red lines stop and go
Noblemen of courage / listen with their ears
Spoke but how discouraging when no one really hears . . .
One of these days you’ll be sorry
/ too many houses on the stilt
Three million years or just a story  / four on the floor up to the hilt
Out of rhyme or reason
, everyone’s to blame
Children of the season, don’t be lame

Sorry, you’re so sorry, don’t be sorry . . .
Man has known and now he’s blown it
Upside down and hell’s the only sound
We did an awful job and now we’re just a little too late . . .

Eyes are full of desire / mind is so ill at ease
Everything is on fire / shit piled up in debris
California showtime
/ five o’clock’s the news
Everybody’s concubine was going to take a snooze
Sorry, we’re so sorry
, don’t be sorry . . .
Man has known and now he’s blown it
Upside down and hell’s the only sound
We did an awful job and now we’re just a little too late . . .

And don’t forget to look for poetry in Rock’n’Roll lyrics
as well as in the Holy Bible...