Jim Bellamy & his father 1993

GLOCKENWEAL!?

      Glockenspiel, glockenwheel, glocken, glockenspiel. the sun behind is moon
      in mind, is glocken, glockenwheel. i saw the punter in the ring deny the
      ways of whizzdom. glockenspiel, glockenwheel, glocken, glockenspiel. the
      sun behind is moon in mind, the sun behind is mynd.all genesis is
      genassist, is genesis, genecyst. glockenspiel, glockenwheel, glocken,
      glockenspiel. glockenspiel, glockenwheel, glocken, glockenwheel.
           **

      FUN FER ALL
    
      Funferal, funferal, i must know the funferal; must rave and rage, where
      death above cleaves aside all love. the funeral, the funferal, the
      funeral, the fun. the funeral, the funferal, the funferal, the sun.
      funferal, funferal, i must know the funferal; must rage and rave, where
      death above cleaves aside all love. funeral, funferal, funeral, funferal,
      funeral, funferal. fun for fucking all. funferal.
      Lennon's poems are full of portmanteaus.             

        Hey! what to chair whorlds de-sauntered and tubed, heavy or
        shrew-pusselled sorts of rebuke, should I take to render rondure-blarney
        rip address? I have wiled cowled clamours, disnatived my abuse: on
        heckle-high pins of death, time has seen me barmy. Just subject, I am
        tusion's king; all and nothing, all and one. time, time, time, tryme,
        time, time, tryme. Hey! what to chair whorlds, de-sauntered and tubed,
        heavy or shrew-pusselled sorts of rebuke, should I take to render
        rondure-blarney rip address? Much have we mothered the still conceived,
        much have we fathered the thrill-relieved; rondure-blarney, rip address,
        rondure-blarney, rip-eye dress. to bear such a whorld as ours, to bear
        such a whorld as ours! what to do for the mourning blues; what to do for
        the mornin'? chaired whorlds, chaired whorlds; time, time, time, tryme.
        chaired whorlds, chaired whorlds; time, tryme, crime. HEY!?

     
      ****
       
          EH?! gather dayta, tape, slyde, microwfeesh  - WHY?!
          ambition sure must come right low to ponder on such fardels! to think
          we rely on this word knots the plantedge over!!! Vegetate, vegetate,
          vege, vegetrait. Belief, no logic, is sick-pressed, belief, no logic,
          is sick-pressed, belief, no logic, is sick-pressed; belief, belief, is
          sick-pressed! EH?! gather dayta, tape, slyde, fillm, microwfeesh -
          rare fevers press the button, rare fevers billd this world! ambition
          sure must come right low to history man to death!! Vegetate, vegetate,
          vege, vegetrait! EH?!
 

 
      'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves/did gyre and gimble in the wabe;/all
      mmsy were the borogroves,/and the mome raths outgrabe.

      Lewis Carroll
      ***
      PARROT JIGSAW

      INDEED, the parrot jigsaw,
      assembles where the ferret sun
      quires the day with gimble waves
      as endless as the slithy one.
      On mimsy hill, we briared the ill
      and made the way for brillig fire,
      and quired the day with gimble waves
      as endless as a slithy pyre.
      The 'paratus of praying seas
      must bring all children to their knees,
      and quire the day with gimble waves
      and make the way for pharaseas.
      No man may know the gimble hill,
      nor walk the lanes of outgrabe love,
      nor make the way for treasure toves,
      nor break away the slithy bud.
      Indeed, the parrot jigsaw
      has eyes as endless as the moon;
      and should that moon turn back,
      then birth would fade to black.

      THE WORDS PUSH THRU
      The sun defines; the words push thru,
      The sun defines; the words push thru,
      The sun defines; the words push thru,
      The words push thru, those words are u.
      Meet me in the summer rain,
      Where there is no aimless pain,
      Meet me in the summer rain,
      Meet me where there is no pain.
      The sun defines; the words push thru,
      The sun defines; the words push thru,
      The sun defines; the words push thru,
      The words push thru, those words r u.
      Meet me in the summer rain,
      Where there is no aimless pain,
      Meet me in the summer rain,
      Where these endless words ordain
      The Sun..
     

      LADY OF THE LIGHT
      Pull back the night; let thru
      The Lady of the light.
      Pull back the night; let thru
      The Lady of the light.
      Search, search, search the sun,
      Search, search, seek the moon,
      Search, search, seek the sun,
      Seek the endless way of doom.
      Pull back the night; let thru
      The Lady of the light.
      Pull back the night; let thru
      The Lady of the light.
      Pull back the endless bright.

      XENON
      Xenon, Xenon, spatial winter; Xenon, Xenon, pennon gas: the zero seed
      inside the wave, lies serried with its xerox flash. Xenon, Xenon, spatial
      winter; Xenon, Xenon, pennon gas: the zero seed inside the wave, lies
      serried with its xerox ash. Xerox siege, Xenon weed; Xenon, Xenon, pennon
      gas. the mind is steel, is red at weal; is Xenon, Xenon, Xenon, Xenon,
      Xenon, endless Xenon. don't speak to me of madness, for madness rules the
      way: Xenon day, Xenon day, trendless Xenon day.  The seeker in the eyeless
      mind is cruel as gaseous paradigm. Xenon, Xenon, Xenon, Xenon, Xenon,
      Xenon; pennon gas. spatial winter, spatial winter, spatial winter, spatial
      winter. Xenon, Xenon, pennon gas, Xenon, Xenon, xerox flash: the pennant
      mind, the pennant soul, the pennant mind, the graveward roll: Xenon,
      Xenon, mind gas Xenon; Xenon, Xenon, Xenon flash. Xenon.
      Look away please...

      You are never
                           on your own
      In a room of stone,
      In a room of stone,
      In an endless
                           room of stone
      In a room of stone,
      In a room of stone,
      The moon is bone,
      The moon is bone
      In an endless
                           room of stone.
      memories abused,
      minds in pain,
      fear of fear,
      endless rain
      In a room of stone,
      In a room of stone,
      You are never
                          on your own
      In a room of stone,
      In a room of stone,
      In an endless
                          room of stone
       
       
      **
      2 to tomorrow
       
      2 to tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow; fight the sorrow, fight the sorrow; 2 to
      tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow; fight the goddamn sorrow. go meet the hills, go
      meet the rain, go meet the hills, go rape the brain. 2 to tomorrow, 2 to
      tomorrow; fight the sorrow, fight the sorrow. 2 to tomorrow, 2 to
      tomorrow; fight the goddamn sorrow. i know this girl, she has 4 minds, i
      know this girl, i know this world. 2 to tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow; fight the
      goddamn sorrow. plu-perfect dream, plu-perfect dream; i had this blue,
      plu-perfect dream: the sun was red, the neon scene as cruel and cold as
      mary's scream. 2 to tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow; fight the sorrow, fight the
      sorrow. 2 to tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow; fight the goddamn sorrow. go meet
      your girl in fields of azure green, go meet your girl in fields of azure
      green, go meet your girl in fields of azure green; neon scene, neon scene.
      2 to tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow; fight the sorrow, fight the sorrow. 2 to
      tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow; fight the goddamn sorrow. go on a trip, and the
      acid heart will seize, go on a trip and greet the red disease. loved the
      end, always did, loved the end since we were kids; loved the end since we
      turned gay - take this world away.
       
      FIRE IN THE MIRROR
      Fire in the mirror
      Fire in the mirror
      Fire in the mirror
      Fire in the mirror
      Endless fire
             in the mirror
      Fire in the mirror.
      Today, tomorrow,
      Today, tomorrow,
      Fire in the mirror,
      Today, tomorrow,
      Today, tomorrow,
      Fire in the mirror.
      Watch love shiver,
      Fire in the mirror,
      Watch love shiver,
      Fire in the mirror,
      Watch love shiver,
      Fire in the mirror;
      Endless lover,
      Fire, fire, fire,
      Endless other,
      Fire, fire, fire,
      Endless lover,
      Funeral pyre;
      Fire in the mirror.
       
      jim bellamy, 1993.
       
      MISS MISTY MCCAIN
      miss misty mccain, she wrote me her name. miss misty mccain, she wrote me
      her name. miss misty mccain, she wrote me her name. goddamn misty mccain.
      fire in the sun, fire in the moon, fire in the rain, fire in the womb.
      misty mccain, misty mccain, ever insane; miss misty main. sign me the
      name, give me the flame, sign me the name, rend off the shame. miss misty
      mccain, miss misty mccain. goddamn misty mccain. on the run, inside the
      rain, on the run, inside the vein. eyes like twenty, eyes on empty, eyes
      gone over, eyes grown older. miss misty mccain, she broke down my brain,
      never to be seen in the hills again. miss misty mccain, she broke down my
      brain, never to be seen in the hills again. miss misty mccain, miss misty
      mccain. goddamn misty mccain. miss misty mccain, miss misty mccain.
      goddamn misty mccain. sun, sun, sun, moon, moon, moon, sun, sun, sun,
      tomb, tomb, tomb. misty mccain, always insane, misty mcain, always insane,
      misty mccain, always insane. goddamn misty mccain goddamn misty mccain.
      goddamn misty mccain. eyes never see again.

      BIBLE MISTS
  
      These words are written in the skeins and write inside their daisy-chains. the
      bible mist is here to reign: one thousand words one billion brains.
      crucifictions, bear me summer. crucifictions, bear me bread. do not bear
      the wiseman's spiel nor aim to break from out fled steel. whispers in my
      ears, whispers in my ears. bad led gossamer whispers?!

     
      THIS MEMORY IS DEAD
      This memory is dead: inside my head
      no end to fear defines the tear
      which falls from space and rends the face
      of god and all his dreaming crews.
      this memory is dead: inside my head
      no end to fear divines the tear
      which falls from space and peers.
      the dark of night is filled with tame
      lions that prosper with the dark;
      and the madness of the Ark
      must thrill and fawn upon the blue
      as sadness rapes away the true;
      and the passions of the dawn
      must reap the spawn from out the corn.
      this memory is dead: inside my head
      no end to seedless faith may found
      the swiftness of the deadened ground.
      and the verses of the gay
      men who teach against the day
      predicate the sullen song
      that shends the glibness of the strong.
      this memory is dead: inside my head
      no end to fear defines the tear
      which falls from space and softens love.
      woke up to see the tameless seas
      riding where the hapless coasts
      shent from dead the fled vineyards
      which wrote against historians;
      and destinies fain crying
      that rapes away the lying -
      and the killer in the cavern
      shapes the bullring's blaze.
      this memory is dead: inside my head
      no end to fear defines the tear
      which thralls from space and reddens death.
      eyes may not seize the casuistry
      nor might children parry loss.
      jesus christ upon this cross
      must bury graves inside the sun
      as the flight of night's fled gun
      blackens terror with furled dream.
      the blather on the messanine
      will hale the dancers on the moon
      and slacken men with cowboys.
      these words must thrill the joys
      of laughing strangers strangled where
      the peace and quiet impairs the snares
      which wrap around the wrecks
      of crows that shape the shriven decks 
      of ships which sail against the sun.
      narrow distant reddened thunder
      softens heroines with slumber.
      music whispers in theft's ears.
      this is the time when defiance
      apes the deviancy shared
      by the worts of witches spared.
      livid angels tangle with
      the swiftness of tomorrow's crib;
      and the dignity of slaves
      write aside the running graves
      of sleep which seldom ends.
      the man who has no friends
      dilates his eyes with sorrows.
      we dine upon the salad vine.
      there is no sight nor space in time.
      eyes which hasten to the storm
      ride the happiness of scorn.
      this field of wheat's upended by
      the swiftness of the tended sky.
      bluest bombs detain the child
      who shortens faith with cold french fries. 
      this memory is dead.
      *
     
      LANCASHIRE TODAY

      Lancashire today
      Lancashire today
      Inside this earth we're grounded
      Outside this erse we're sprayed
      Where man hurls his best king lear
      Poems whisper in love's ear
      Lancashire today.
      There are stars which thrill
      Man must know his ill
      Fear must rove the veins
      There are mystic planes
      We dig the muses made
      From out the killer's blade
      There are stars that thrill.
      Lancashire today
      Lancashire today
      The hills are drilled with fire
      Rain must rouse the pyre
      Earth is lying where
      There is no sense of prayer
      Lancashire today.
      Riding out the stone
      Riding out the stone
      Streets are ever real
      Hymns must spurn the wheel
      Lancashire today
      Take hay long Halliday.
      Lancashire today
      Lancashire today
      Lancashire today
      Lancashire today.

      *
     
      BIBLE MISTS
      Before you reap the bible mists
      I'd like to talk with you sweet miss
      About the rains that turnabout
      About the madness born of doubt.
      the day is filled with endless pain
      as sadness rends the words of shame.
      I'd like to talk with you sweet miss
      Before you reap the bible mists.
      The crucifix lives here to chain
      one thousand tears to winter's name.
      do not disclaim this verse of war
      by fighting battles fought for gore.
      Once we get back on top of lives
      there will be honeys in these hives.
      Before you reap the bible mists
      I'd like to talk with you sweet miss.
      The crucifix lies here to chain
      one thousand tears to winter's name.

           *
      THIS LADY GIVES
      We have chased away
      The dawn of ruled death.
      We have tried to hide.
      The sun must run and ride
      The sun must run and ride
      The sun must run and ride.
      We have left aside
      Madness in death's tide.
      We have tried to hide.
      The stars are on the slide.
      She gets hot real soon
      She gets hot real soon.
      Inside this giving room
      She gets hot and cold.
      Man is made from steel
      Time must seal defiance
      Man is made from steel
      Giants are suppliant.
      Deep and wide with rain
      Honey thrills the veins.
      Deep and wide with rain
      She gets hot and old.
      Yeah, this baby lives
      Yeah, this baby lives
      Yeah, this lady gives.
      The sun must run and ride.

      *
     
      PAN'S CHAMBER
     
      1
      The clock says go
      The house says slow
      The times will chime
      The moon must rise.
      The moon must rise
      The moon must rise.
      Kitchens clamber
      Pans glow slick.
      In Pan's chamber
      Man must trip.
      The moon must rise
      The moon must rise.
      The moon must rise.
      God be my guide.
      A soul sings soon
      From out high noon.
      The windows bang.
      These houses clang.
      The moon must rise
      The moon must rise
      The moon must rise.
      God be my guide.
      Eyes in walls
      Do not seek falls.
      Ears in storms
      Define theft's thorns.
      The moon must rise
      The moon must rise.
      God be my guide -
      There is no Lord.
      The moon must rise.

      2
      The night dictates the bright
      Death divines the moon.
      We have rent the flight
      Of madness in this room.
      The shaker stills the mind.
      The shaker stills the mind.
      The sun is out of sports.
      The stars are out of rain.
      Spirits fall from heaven.
      Sadness sears the vein.
      The shaker stills the mind.
      The shaker stills the mind.
      I saw you standing bare.
      Stairs are filled with air.
      The shaker stills the mind.
      This shaker stills the wynd.
      And darkness borne
      Will rape the grind
      Of men who peer
      From out earth's sphere.
      Listen & you find
      This shaker of the mind.
      Listen!

      3
      When the clocks turn
      And when minds burn -
      Inside the rain
      And whence men fear
      This madness borne
      From out the ear -
      The sad and dead
      Spear theft's moon.
      The stars are set
      For this life, let
      To homes that move
      From out dust's skeins.
      The sad are borne
      From out rent thorns -
      The bad and dead
      Spear love's moon.
      No time to stop the time.
      Rhyme spiels home.
      No time to stop the time
      Nor time to shend moans
      Of a child who sings -
      Crucifixion, sound!
     
     
      4
      I should like to tend the mist
      Which glows inside the rended rain.
      By a sun which glows forever
      In the field, this furling song
      May never live; thence deify
      The tears you cannot ever cry.
      The christian is here to reign
      As milky dealings steel the brain
      Of men who dance for ever on
      Beneath the gipsy heather.

      The ships of time lie wailing.
      Bards divine this song.
      Shent crucifix, walk!

     *

      BARDS INSIDE THE MIND
      bards inside the mind
      reaching unaccountable dreams
      thru the furled litter of hearts
      under
      lapping shadows, battling sparks
      of a kingdom stillness
      broken home
      beneath the steeled foals
      of yesterday's tomes.
      there's word here
      though you fail to see
      the contents of its foreign key.
      fear all endearments now
      my child -
      without this word, you're silenced wild.
      fear the summons in your veins
      and lash the centaurs to your moves.
      it's bards inside the mind, my child,
      that will take you to the moon.
      bards inside the mind.
      bards inside the mind.
      girl, you've got to have a dream.
      girl, you've got to break apart.
      the phantom's in the vein
      and this ghost is on the prowl.