Album Name : Irish Music In London Pubs
Release Date : 1965-01-01
Song Duration : 4:00
Michael McGuire All
ALL
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
Stars shoot from the manifest mind; honeymoon on high, the leverage
of the pushing root and the menu of the sky, tangled like a dictionary
the poetry of machine, the night renders excuse for what the meaning
has to mean, burning angels hit the ground in the violence of the
flame, deathbed lyric in geometric tongue give the all a name, the
horizon of the color takes a nickel from the way, the grinding metal
gears of the clock behind the day, creation credits violence; nebulas
nuptial grace, soul of sex and numbers filling up this space, radiation
hunger the mass of silence thrives, the broken bones of Eden when the
innocence arrives, diabolical molecules helix of temptation, ipso facto
flesh; code of all sensation, images find shape in the brain of the
manifest mind, except for the shadow build the light left undefined.
Braced against the heartbeat bone real shape runs the doubt, between
the is was and will in the ever kill without, organic textures feed the
friction of the landscape void, flight eludes the wing when the weather
is annoyed, oceans of extraneous essence crowd the matters weave,
simulated anatomy with its process of to believe, inanimate motives
address the protege of light, particle dreams are born in the nucleus of
the night, transubstantiation the energy for the blood, petal perfect
limbs belie the chaos of the bud, vision stalks the mystery’s map for
the matrix of the why, the void supporting vault for the integrity of the
sky, art finds color in the wavering woe celebrating gods and falls, lost
in deeper context calling the spectrum of the laws, pregnant with the
truth she breeds the unborn meaning, and the cradle of the grave is all
upon this weaning.
june 99