Really don’t mind if you sit this one out

Playlist link:
Demons and Wizards ~ art by Roger Dean

Really don’t mind if you sit this one out

~ a playlist for the cerebrally silly sod and the Renaissance-listening bev and the yelping lil’ music nerd in all of us ~

Artists: Jethro Tull + Yes + Genesis + King Crimson

[Verse 2]
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away
In the tidal destruction, the moral melee
The elastic retreat rings the close of play
As the last wave uncovers the newfangled way
But your new shoes are worn at the heels
And your suntan does rapidly peel

And your wise men don’t know how it feels

To be thick as a brick
Sitting on a park bench
Eyeing little girls with bad intent

Snot running down his nose
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes

Hey, Aqualung
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run
Hey, Aqualung
Feeling like a dead duck
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck
Whoa, Aqualung
In and around the lake
Mountains come out of the sky and they stand there

One mile over we’ll be there and we’ll see you
Ten true summers we’ll be there and laughing too

Twenty four before my love you’ll see
I’ll be there with you
A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace
And rearrange your liver to the solid mental grace
“Can you tell me where my country lies?”
Said the unifaun to his true love’s eyes
“It lies with me!” cried the Queen of Maybe
For her merchandise, he traded in his prize
D’you see the face on the TV screen
Coming at you every Sunday?
See the face on the billboard?
Well that man is me
On the cover of a magazine

There’s no question why I’m smiling
You buy a piece of paradise, you buy a piece of me
[Verse 1]
Cat’s foot, iron claw
Neuro-surgeons scream for more
At paranoia’s poison door
Twenty-first century schizoid man

[Verse 2]
Blood rack, barbed wire
Politicians’ funeral pyre
Innocents raped with napalm fire

Twenty-first century schizoid man
[Verse 1]
The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournament’s begun
The purple piper plays his tune
The choir softly sing
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue

For the court of the crimson king, aah
Aah, aah

~ Vibe

Mystico-Comedo-Politico lyrics from and for an age of revolutionary conscious awakenings and undertakings – for sinking your heart and mind into ~ sounds, images, and words ~ for the changing of your heart and mind toward some kind of action.

~ Aesthetic ~

Psychedelia and metaphysics, the passions of the natural world, long orchestrations and longer egos, non-sequitur verses, with one-off choruses, and dancing vocalizations that go everywhere and nowhere / Eclectic builds, odd time sigs, strange themes and manifold visionary stadia over 40+ year careers in rock n’ roll.

Epitaph” ~ The second track off the King Crimson debut album, the song tackles different introspective thoughts concerning doubt in religion and the holiness of a greater good. God being portrayed as the wind, meaning that we cannot see it, we can only believe that it is there, however, its effects can be felt, though chaotic at times, it leaves us wondering whether they are meaningful, or just a part of nature, apart from any higher force.

Moods ~

~ images and words from my journal of memes to pair with the playlist:

David Lynch watching It’s A Wonderful Life (1946)