Playlist link: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/18i6znm71fyHUYBnSR350i?si=559ddb0036cf4420
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 [Refrain] To be thick as a brick
[Hook] 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
[Chorus] 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
[Intro] “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 [Refrain] For the court of the crimson king, aah Aah, aah ~ Vibe
– for sinking your heart and mind into ~ sounds, images, and words ~ for the changing of your heart and mind toward some kind of action. Mystico-Comedo-Politico lyrics from and for an age of revolutionary conscious awakenings and undertakings ~ 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)
Four perfect albums.
Four MORE perfect albums.