by dada » Sun Mar 26, 2017 10:30 pm
guitar and vocals demo, 'basement tapes' style. (one take, dry)
There's no secret to the spiral
gem-eaters have them all
no bearing bent along a hidden ramp
recognizers gaze at us out of a crystal ball
a howling woof and sounds of worp
from a de-rezzed timedoor on the wall
and all this digitizing the seasons
leaving echo-traces of the fall
Greetings programs and goodnight
last one done unplug the light
ain't no princess in a castle no no
just some pretty pixels in a row
Everything is turning to be very tight and nice
Sark controls the magic mushrooms and electron spice
old network wizards laid a future circuitscape surreal
no-witch priestess alchemists have even squared the wheel
solar sailing rails above desert silicon tonight
longing for the days of when
our cages give us second sight
you radiate like a shine sprite
when the moonlight hits you just right
oh come on kitteh be my eight bit baby tonight
the environmental cabinet has issued a decree
posted upon rigorous intuition for all to see
report every fractal memory to the eraser factory
for all programs must love it to be ultimately free
Both his words and manner of speech seemed at first totally unfamiliar to me, and yet somehow they stirred memories - as an actor might be stirred by the forgotten lines of some role he had played far away and long ago.