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David_D 
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 Posted: September 09 2022 at 09:14 |
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Progaardvark, can you maybe tell some more about your poem? |
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David_D
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Posted: September 09 2022 at 09:43 |
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Some Peter Hammill lyrics which I'm very fond of: Here at the glass - all the usual problems, all the habitual farce.You ask, in uncertain voice, what you should do as if there were a choice but to carry on miming the song and hope that it all works out right. Tonight it all seems so strange - my spirit feels rigid, my body deranged; still that's only from one point of view and we can't have illusion between me and you, my constant friend, ever close at hand - you and the undercover man. (from VdGG's "The Undercover Man" on Godbluff (1975)) |
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David_D
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Posted: September 09 2022 at 10:25 |
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Maybe an interesting interpretation of "The Undercover Man" lyrics: "Hammill writes some stunningly complex lyrics. This one appears to have several of his recurring "themes". Specifically, Mirrors and Illusion or the difference between perception and reality.I think the narrative arc is of a performer (Hammill) staring into his mirror and questioning his motives for being who he is. He's talking to his reflection - "You and the Undercover man". The undercover man is his subconscious. The cracking dam is a maybe reference to the possible consequences of self doubt. It's interesting to me that it also appears to be Hammill offering his own hand to his drowning self.I think this may mean that we have in ourselves to power of self control." Written by PBA on https://songmeanings.com . |
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David_D
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Posted: September 09 2022 at 14:24 |
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I'd like to tell you, Mosh, what I think about your communication because as far as I can see, you have a lot of good points of view. I find you surely not giving up and fighting for what you find to be good, even to an amazing degree, but I think it would be best, Mosh, if you tried not to talk much about what is not good and not good to do, but instead talked more about what is good and good to do - shortly speaking being more constructively critical. If you could that, I think people would listen more to you, and had more respect for you - and as a matter of fact, I'd say that you've done it more in the last about 6 months, so I certainly see a positive change.  And be sure to see my first, very praising answer to your second post here.
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Posted: September 10 2022 at 09:17 |
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It's about juxtaposition and pulling nouns out of the atmosphere.
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David_D
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Posted: September 11 2022 at 06:10 |
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other remarkable lyrics: First it was the bomb, Vietnam napalm Disillusioning, you push the needle in From life you escape, reality's black drape Colors in your mind, satisfy your time Oh you, you know you must be blind To do such things like this To take the sweet that you don't know You're giving Death a kiss Poor little fool now (from Black Sabbath's "Hand of Doom", on Paranoid (1970)) |
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Posted: September 12 2022 at 02:39 |
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Like a stream, these magic waters move me to a dream Of travelling with you, drifting carefree Dropping downward through fresh grasses Bubbles merrily as it passes Never knowing where you're going Carry me with you (carry me with you) Be conjured up in a midnight dream Ancient castles dark As wandering minstrels play tunes of yesterday When dragons roamed the land Knights in armour cold charged on horseback bold The maids were saved, the dragons slain (from Caravan's "Winter Wine", on In the Land of Grey and Pink (1971))
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David_D
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Posted: September 14 2022 at 04:04 |
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How about it, Mosh? And how about you, Paul, now you're around Just for Fun section? I can't imagine that you couldn't write a couple of verses like the way I've tried.  |
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Posted: September 16 2022 at 03:33 |
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some more modern lyrics: Bauhaus - "In the Flat Field" (excerpt) A gut pull drag on me Into the chasm gaping weMirrors multy reflecting this Between spunk stained sheet And odorous whim Camera eye-flick-shudder within Assist me to walk away in sin Where is the string that Theseus laid Find me out this labyrinth place. I do get bored, I get bored In the flat field.get bored, I do get bored In the flat field Yin and yang lumber punch Go taste a tart, then eat my lunch And force my slender thin and lean In this solemn place of fill wetting dreams Of black matted lace of pregnant cows As life maps out onto my brow The card is lowered in index turn Into my filing cabinet hemispheres spurn. I do get bored, I get bored In the flat field. get bored, I do get bored In the flat field (from the album In The Flat Field (1980))
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Posted: September 16 2022 at 03:40 |
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A bit of an interpretation of "In the Flat Field" "This song is about casual sex. dreaming of flat fields in some interpretations is symbolic for sex. the author's complaints of how mundane purely sexual adventures are, and how he is in search of a 'cerebral fix'" (written by msefk on https://songmeanings.com/ ) Progaardvark, could you maybe tell something about these lyrics, as well?
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Posted: September 17 2022 at 09:49 |
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I think In the Flat Field is about the metric completeness of locally compact lattices and moldy ergodic theory. I could be wrong.
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David_D
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Posted: September 18 2022 at 02:23 |
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It's surely not to know what one can expect from you, Progaardvark, as I think, your answer could be much different - but okay, it makes it more exiting.
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Posted: September 20 2022 at 04:39 |
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Concerning "The Romantic Warrior", here's an excerpt from a poem titled "The Romantic Warrior", written by Neville Potter and included as a part of the artwork on Return to Forever's The Romantic Warrior (1976): Pick up the gauntlet warriors sheath your swords put up your trusty lance channel the power used to crush every foe into giving the future a chance Believe in yourselves old warriors bold create a path so firm and sure fight for the birth of the freedom of man the end of this medieval overture. |
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Posted: September 21 2022 at 07:11 |
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Another very ideological, and quite beautiful poem, titled "Revelation" and written by Sri Chinmoy, is included the artwork of Mahavishnu Orchestra's Birds of Fire (1973). Here's an excerpt of it: No more my heart shall sob or grieve. My days and nights dissolve in God's own Light. Above the toil of life my soul Is a Bird of Fire winging the Infinite. While I'm even not a beginner, yet - maybe.
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Posted: September 21 2022 at 07:17 |
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Neverthereless, here's something I wrote today in another thread ("Reasons for highest rated Prog albums?"): A Neosaur asked a Progasaur: "How am I doing?" The Progasaur answered: "Well my son, life is like a beanstalk, isn't it?" Edited by David_D - September 21 2022 at 07:40 |
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Posted: September 21 2022 at 13:04 |
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I can't say when the first "albums" with included poems occurred, but I guess that it was very probably at least already in the 50's. The first album I know of such is Miles Davis' E.S.P. from 1965. It contained an abstract and impressionistic poem titled "Miles...Musings" and written by Ralph G. Gleason. It was composed almost entirely of Davis' album and song titles, was supposed to be read aloud when listening to the music, and here's an excerpt of it: Miles Relaxin'... Ahead...kind of blue... Jazz track blue haze... Quiet nights sketching In Spain...in concert...at Newport...in Europe... Friday and Saturday nights at the Blackhawk. Someday my prince will come!
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Posted: September 23 2022 at 13:55 |
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Here some lyrics with a little story which I like quite a lot: Procol Harum - "In Held Twas in I" (excerpt) ......let me remind you of the pilgrim who asked for an audience with the Dalai Lama.He was told he must first spend five years in contemplation. After the five years, he was ushered into the Dalai Lama's presence, who said, 'Well, my son, what do you wish to know?' So the pilgrim said, 'I wish to know the meaning of life, father.' And the Dalai Lama smiled and said, 'Well my son, life is like a beanstalk, isn't it?' (from the album Shine on Brightly (1968)) |
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Posted: September 23 2022 at 14:06 |
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For those interested in an interpretation of "In Held Twas in I", here's a suggestion: I interpret the first phase as a lonely man who is also an intellectual; he can't quite understand life and the world. He flashes back to a romance with a girl others rejected, and longs for that comfort. His intellectual side begins to analyze that, and then the rest of life and stops short of being too analytic. The tea time at the circus was the start of a manic episode, and then the autumm of my madness is when the manic episode turns to depression. The sirens and screams are paranoia, and the following guitars and organs are the deep depths of despair. The following sub song about looking to your soul is when the singer realizes that his soul is good, despite his physical and mental condition. He comes to a denoument that having a soul is better than anything and subdues his intellectual worries and loneliness at the same time. The last instrumental with choir is the rejoicing of his spirit for having overcome such a burden, as if his spirit is engulfed by angels. At the end of the song, the singer is saved from himself through spirituality. The subtheme all along is spirituality coming to the aid of intellectual confusion. Writtten by JOrca, September 2013 on songmeanings.com |
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Posted: September 24 2022 at 12:13 |
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Hi,
I won't quote any rock music here ... although if I were to quote anyone, it would be Jim Morrison, by far the best writer of poetry in rock music. His visual-ness is incredible and so strong as to make us cry, and there are times when I think that rock critics would rather listen to sappy lyrics than meaningful stuff. I have no problems with fun/funny stuff (have a very large collection of comedy from Goons, Lehrer, Kovacks, Python, Firesign Theater) ... but the real "literature" in rock music is the material that simply explodes in your heart and mind ... and really, not many bands come close to The Doors in that respect! ... enjoy the best! WARNING: THIS PIECE HAS BEEN SLIMMED DOWN TO AFFECTIONATELY ADDRESS SOME ISSUES HERE AND THERE ABOUT LYRICS. THINGS HAVE TO BE CUT DOWN SO THEY LOOK/SOUND LIKE A 5 MINUTE POP SONG, NOT THE CORRECT MUSIC PIECE THAT THEY ARE! For anyone having an aversion to this, please do yourself a favor. Go buy the AM version of the hit "Light My Fire" and go enjoy it for its lousy cuts and lack of meaning and feeling from the music itself! (Soapbox off and burned!) Yeah, c'mon. Yeah! When the music's over, When the music's over, yeah, When the music's over, Turn out the lights, Yeah. When the music's over, Turn out the lights, For the music is your special friend, Dance on fire as it intends, Music is your only friend, Until the end Cancel my subscription to the resurrection, Send my credentials to the house of detention, I got some friends inside, The face in the mirror won't stop, The girl in the window won't drop, A feast of friends, alive she cried, Waitin' for me, Outside. Before I sink, Into the big sleep, I want to hear, I want to hear, The scream of the butterfly. Come back, baby, back into my arm, We're gettin' tired of hangin' around, Waitin' around with our heads to the ground, I hear a very gentle sound, Very near yet very far, Very soft, yeah, very clear, Come today, come today, What have they done to the earth, yeah? What have they done to our fair sister? Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her, Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn and, Tied her with fences and dragged her down, I hear a very gentle sound, With your ear down to the ground, We want the world and we want it, (We want the world and we want it!) Now, Now? Now! Persian night, babe, See the light, babe, Save us, Jesus, Save us! So when the music's over, When the music's over, yeah, Turn out the lights. Well the music is your special friend, Dance on fire as it intends, Music is your only friend, Until the end. Edited by moshkito - October 02 2022 at 09:33 |
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Posted: September 24 2022 at 13:35 |
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I should maybe tell that it's not allowed for PA to quote whole songs, only excerpts. |
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