angel delight
as soon as i awoke i ran downstairs to my laboratory
to see what my strange attractor had brought me
at first it had been disappointing: a few wisps of smoke
some sea-shells and butterfly wings
but this time i found something…
angel delight
as soon as i awoke i ran downstairs to my laboratory
to see what my strange attractor had brought me
at first it had been disappointing: a few wisps of smoke
some sea-shells and butterfly wings
but this time i found something…
i can hear the digits in your digital audio
i feel the need to fidget with my mouse and my moby
i’m listless as i listen to prestigious presentations
of manipulated data and prestidigitation
i type unlisted numbers into my communicator
i'm dubious…
THE TWO (or the witnesses)
You are the town and we are the clock.
We are the guardians of the gate in the rock.
The Two.
On your left and on your right
In the day and in the night,
We are watching you.
Wiser not to ask just…
just for the record, those crazy lyrics is by the dead excellent poet w h auden, not me (though my own lyrics are pretty crazy, even if i do say so myself)
THE TWO (or the witnesses)
You are the town and we are the clock.
We are the guardians of the gate in the rock.
The Two.
On your left and on your right
In the day and in the night,
We are watching you.
Wiser not to ask just…
crux
i heard my darling snarling
and our little stomachs churning
he said i should be earning
some kind of verbal warning
but i found out in the morning
as the cardboard moon was waning
i heard the pitter-patter
of the footprints in the…
angel delight
as soon as i awoke i ran downstairs to my laboratory
to see what my strange attractor had brought me
at first it had been disappointing: a few wisps of smoke
some sea-shells and butterfly wings
but this time i found something…
THE TWO (or the witnesses)
You are the town and we are the clock.
We are the guardians of the gate in the rock.
The Two.
On your left and on your right
In the day and in the night,
We are watching you.
Wiser not to ask just…
" "Jabberwocky"
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub…
i believe lewis actually wrote this in eager anticipation of the emergence of nouveau-psychedelic dub from the cultural flux: it is almost certainly what humpty dumpty really meant by "hard stuff"
" "Jabberwocky"
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub…
angel delight
as soon as i awoke i ran downstairs to my laboratory
to see what my strange attractor had brought me
at first it had been disappointing: a few wisps of smoke
some sea-shells and butterfly wings
but this time i found something…
[recorded in glorious 4-trak at lotek studios in the '90s]
straining to maintain
straining to maintain a sense of dense intensity
vainly feigning pain of a spurious immensity
a furious refrain of precarious opacity
nefarious pretence…
" "Jabberwocky"
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub…
[recorded in glorious 4-trak at lotek studios in the '90s]
straining to maintain
straining to maintain a sense of dense intensity
vainly feigning pain of a spurious immensity
a furious refrain of precarious opacity
nefarious pretence…
Got it, made louder. From here, I slowly going mad, following your creativity. Or is it a cure? Or is the other side? But: the side of what?
~decided to go with the stream meandering thoughts ...
" "Jabberwocky"
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub…
" "Jabberwocky"
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub…
http://homepage.ntlworld.com/s.legg4/fliessite.htm
princess anorexia ('90s demo i think)
princess anorexia was out walking
in the magnetic fields of her mother
queen anaesthesia, whose reign had died down
until now it was no more than…
angel delight
as soon as i awoke i ran downstairs to my laboratory
to see what my strange attractor had brought me
at first it had been disappointing: a few wisps of smoke
some sea-shells and butterfly wings
but this time i found something…
Kubla Khan. Or, a vision in a dream. A Fragment. (poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge)
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea…
Kubla Khan. Or, a vision in a dream. A Fragment. (poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge)
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea…
I decided to challenge myself by requesting some beats from a beat producer, Ant 'Brave Toaster' Hughes. One of the beats was named Popcorn Chicken.
I added a few bits and pieces with my virtual keyboard (including a little Blondie tribute…
Igor sent me over this excellent Guitar track and Tiny was created.....Thanks Igor
Tiny (Lyrics)
Tiny was a lonely man, who drifted slowly through his life
with everything piled up inside his mind, like a layer ice below new snow
he couldn…
drowning in a sea of vaseline
alive or dead or somewhere in between
sit very still and read a magazine
wash and wash but never get it clean
it must be true I saw it on the screen
painting all the roses for the queen
don't eat that you don…
Doomsday
What can't you tell me
the places that you've seen.
I wanted it back
getting deja vu.
Now don't you go
into the street.
We've got it,
what ever you want to be.
You've got the
time and the place
don't you see?
And all…
jazz-punk-rock! a whole album of it! nobody else does this! would like a lyric sheet, 'ldbe nice to get the words too, mostly can't make 'em out listening. you're an eclectic listener & a generous commenter too
Poor old Reg has his issues and he’s trying to sort them out but it doesn’t help with everyone crossing the road when they see him coming.....he refuses to take any medication he’s sure he can find the path out and away from his problems ....it…
When i was a boy i used to work in the Brickyards what a place it Dickensian....not a place for a young man with dreams....
I Heard a Whisper (Lyrics)
I heard a whisper, that took me back to a scene
a scene in my teenage years when i really wanted…
Igor sent me over this excellent Guitar track and Tiny was created.....Thanks Igor
Tiny (Lyrics)
Tiny was a lonely man, who drifted slowly through his life
with everything piled up inside his mind, like a layer ice below new snow
he couldn…
the true flies
deep in the darkness of the densest of undergrowth
twisted and tangled and hidden from human eyes
a species of flies live at the lives of starkness
austerity flight and intense concentration
multiple eyes see every aspect
of all that there is in just one glance
they live just one day but that day is longer
an eternity
We are not they, we are not fit
to lick the shit that sticks to their feet
we are but poor empty vessels and they chose
to carry their words to the ears of the crowd
We are but vessels for the words of the flies
I've gone a bit Bluesy on this one i got the French Horns out i blame watching BBC4...anyway hope you enjoy....
Counterfeit(Lyrics)
The night outside was as Black as coal
Her heart was made of stone
i couldn’t find no place to go
God did…
Comments on sluggthesickpuppy's stuff
thank you kindly, graham guest
An angel! A fucking angel! 😊🥢
FABULOUS LYRICS!
just for the record, those crazy lyrics is by the dead excellent poet w h auden, not me (though my own lyrics are pretty crazy, even if i do say so myself)
Your lyrics are as crazy as mine, great song!!
Awesome lyrics. I need to give this another listen soon!
Very cool!
I like it.
i believe lewis actually wrote this in eager anticipation of the emergence of nouveau-psychedelic dub from the cultural flux: it is almost certainly what humpty dumpty really meant by "hard stuff"
Nice nouveau-psychedelic dub, a suitable accompaniment to this strange little poem I've always loved. :)
What a real F>€#?ing Angel?
Missed this thanks Igor for finding a track that wasn't lost....Reggea madness done so well Slugg.....
Most awesome :)
Got it, made louder. From here, I slowly going mad, following your creativity. Or is it a cure? Or is the other side? But: the side of what? ~decided to go with the stream meandering thoughts ...
~Who's been repeating all that hard stuff to you?~
Brilliant.
Fantastic!
Great song!!
I tried to set this same poem to music once. It wasn't nearly as good as your version. Good job!
I like this. I have always liked this poem and this is a good performance.
Comments made by sluggthesickpuppy
excellent version
excellent
lovely!
excellent - don't understand the words but it sounds great
very nice
hmmm rather nice
nice
very nice tipu - freesound.org well used!
still great!
you are good! stunning singing, nice playing, imaginative tunes. can't make out the words on 1st listen though
nice
jazz-punk-rock! a whole album of it! nobody else does this! would like a lyric sheet, 'ldbe nice to get the words too, mostly can't make 'em out listening. you're an eclectic listener & a generous commenter too
excellent
love this song - and a very good version!
splendid
fabulous! really gorgeous, words music playing & singing come together wonderfully; lovely guitar & superb voice
the true flies deep in the darkness of the densest of undergrowth twisted and tangled and hidden from human eyes a species of flies live at the lives of starkness austerity flight and intense concentration multiple eyes see every aspect of all that there is in just one glance they live just one day but that day is longer an eternity We are not they, we are not fit to lick the shit that sticks to their feet we are but poor empty vessels and they chose to carry their words to the ears of the crowd We are but vessels for the words of the flies
fabulous
very nice one reg and reg
fabulous trevor