Breathe Deep...

Breathe deep the gathering gloom,
Watch lights fade from every room.
Bedsitter people look back and lament
Another day's useless energy is spent.
Impassioned lovers wrestle as one;
Lonely man cries for love and has none;
New mother picks up and suckles her son;
Senior citizens wish they were young.
Cold-hearted orb that rules the night
Removes the colours from our sight,
Red is grey and yellow white
But we decide which is right
And which is an illusion.

Kids – you just don’t get this kind of thing from your RIAAnazi cd mills these days. Your bubble headed pop “stars” have as much artistic value as a Guadalajaran basement cock fight. I heard the MB’s “Nights in White Satin” on the trek to the office today, and the good radio folk decided to play out the last vocals (above) as well as treat me to the happy gong ending. Which proves my point about music these days – if you can’t successfully use a gong – why bother trying in the first place. I mean – you gotta branch out the percussion to REAL instruments. Timpani, glockenspiel, triangle, castanets, cymbals, bongos! Damn – even Christopher Walken in an appearance on SNL can be quoted as saying “I need more cowbell!”