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fkkn awkward getting things to sit straight in this gibbon-fit operation....Sorcerors keep multiplying their images and PRODUCT IMAGES jump around like children WHO DO NOT WANT TO BE CONTROLLED ....still, please bear with me
This is the new band which is based in Glastonbury, Isle of Avalon, Albion, or Britain if you will. This is our original 'pill logo' created by Geraint the Bass.
Here is the old mainstay, Spacegoats, back in the 1990's.
THIS IS FROM MY TESTAMONY CONCERNING THE ORIGINS OF SPACEGOATS...available to you for a NOMINAL FEE of £20 when I make more progress with all this....
The BOOK of BOK ... of the name Spacegoats and what ENHURUMENT is.
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And then the Morgan'd Pugh did of a name give me of them Spacegoats. And they came and brought word when there was no sound.
And they'm a purpose built Cyborg-goat, mashed by space.
And Bok's brethe was of the Morgan'd Pugh as he spake. And the cousin Daniel did instigate with sticks a deranged music with the Simon John a-bleating and bashing strings.
And them were Spacegoats who praise Namorata. And though untold, all dove into the mouth of Hurunagas, a worm they could later play as a dreamtime horn, because of their fearless descent there.
The cause change we would refer to as form 'enhurument', the enhuruing done by Huru Horn. Here the enhurued mind will become so when percieving the huruhorn blown and so in this be called as 'cellestine', when the person is blank headed awaiting amazelment, and new. Whereopon this is being a state of non action, yet; preparation.
And as the music trance depthens, so one becomes unto the next stage 'enhurument', when the body notices the groove and taps along. Whereso now it is possible to become more and more enhurued, and one may well find oneself a Nargourd! So well to ye! And so do seek out gourd and shake! Perhaps to clamber opon the Narganaut!
So bleed us not, for we are Hurine, who praise Namorata
"Hurunagas" we cry. You know why, you remember in ancestral dream, we will trip you forever. And a new old will be the remembered and made, guarded by our errors love, "
The top vid is the best way possibly to get an idea of where Spacegoats were at. The one video leads into a sequence of ...many videos of the life we lived doing a couple of tours up and down the counrty of Britain in 1994...Middle vid is of Spacegoats womping it up at a tea party to celebrate the Land there ...cn't quite remember which day it was or whether there was an action...a chilled tea party with the Goats and many faces I dearly recall, in this recently come to light film...the kinda lost piece , the foundation of road protests in this country...BELOW and particularly evocative of the atmosphere sound and visual , even smell landscapes at Twyford in 1993 is the wonderful little film below,
Another dragon themed song I thought I should write one to give them company after 1993's Dragons.
WUD ...people wonder what it means. Those devoted to wud in the dark origins of this present indigo-died dark age, when Margaret Thatcher reigned poison on us all in the 1980s, did not question what they have been given with grace. We lived WUD and adorned the streets of Exeter with small stickers proclaiming it.
It became important to archive the goings on for posterity, lest all be lost. When all inevitably became lost in a great flood of wombofulatory circumstances, we still had marker pens and sheafs of stickers, we had WUD!! And it was so. The bravest of us were persecuted by the authorities with a dawn raid at about 3pm. Thereafter the crew went Underground and it was that WUD RECORDS resounded through the decades with steady infiltration of society through the later emergant technology that we all hate to love. So from the teenage years onward the Wud crew kept on with the music making and in a quietly unquiet way did not stop with the fading of youthful glamors. Wud Central has broadcasted forth with ULLULATIONS that permeate that which needs permeating....mostly minds willing to know of Wud that seek it, probably sensing it but unaware that it could actually be practiced, if that indeed is what unfolded since it's inception back in late 1984. Wud means neither 'world under domination' or 'we use drugs' and it will not clear the microguswin, let alone the mezzoguswin that covers your living space floor. Yet we knew wud was the fabric which we worked blindly with, knowing that it would wud us if we let it. Everything flowed from wud and the curator of it's museums does a very good job indeed. Wud has many projects within it, and the pok is grateful indeed that the The Curator took it on himself to preserve my institutional works for people to let it flow. Many friends, some passed on into wud have their musical creations on WUD and they are PLENTIFUL AND WIERD. https://
https://www.wudrecords.co.uk this is another branch of the root tree from before even before Spacegoats in the arcane darkness of the 1980s. ..but not to do with these zombies
Here we see zombies taking over a tonw, streaming through the streets zombifying all in their path.at the base of the picture we can see the woman 'who flies through space on a mushroom spore doing so with a Magmusian cat. Both are returning to the Earth for the firts time since the flooding of Atlantis to the ocean's depths.
Our great Chieftan lay in his wicker sarcophagus, having been deep-frozen. Now he was lowered in to the ground by his large gathered family after a New Orleans style parade and a last appearance lying in state on stage. Nik Turner had returned to the realm of Thoth and we celebrated this later after the funeral with our first show, opening up under battle conditions at his Memorial concert at the Assembly Rooms Glastonbury in December 2023. Here is what it sounded like.
The Sorceress was about somewhere and the Sorceror was restless and so strove with his spell once, twice and then it went off proper style with a blue flash and the smell of dodgem cars. This is what it sounded like...
the cave painting is called THE SORCEROR
when the spacegoats arrived on earth in the early 1990s there were only simple crop-circles and by the end of that decade while they were preparing to migrate, Gobekli Tepe had been discovered in Southern Turkey near Syria. This dicovery or uncovering of an ancient site and subsequently many others nearby, changed everything we knew about human antiquity. Here is a song I wrote...dunnonif this is the version with audible vocals.
CHEZ MADAME ROSA written from the dreamwalk from Bristol Temple Meades down the (man made )river section to the Cumberland Basin , where I observe souls dancing on the water in sunlight splashes , under the Suspension Bridge and on till up on the right on through through the gorge to the goat gulley then up onto the Downs and into Bristol city from the top to the bowels, seeking the copy of Maggot Brain that hung in the Gloucestor Road record shop. I would head back to Avalon on the bus. reeling in ancestral memories revealed in the crack in my heart.
In the gloom of the twilight world the neon fizz revealed figures contorted and writhing, swarmed over the burning city, eating all humans with an obsession. It was a normal day. A soundscape wafted in on a toxic breeze, and the band was playing Zombie Streets...
Zombie Streets
It wasn't always this way
Now zombies hold this town in sway
It don't matter what you say
Zombie Streets look here to stay
ZOMBIE ZOMBIE ZOMBIE STREETS
WATCH OUT WHEN YOUR'E WALKIN'
THEM ZOMBIE STREETS
Once there was one
And then it doubled
By the time there was twenty
I really was trouble
Now the streets are filled
Withe zombie goo
It could be me
It could be you
chorus
They eat flesh
They are death
They'll make you
Just like them
At a million to one
Chances are slim
Watch the Zombie
Apocalypse begin
See their eyes
They gone dim
There is nothing
Left in there living
They listened too hard
To the man
Think for themselves?
Don't think they can
chorus
If you obey the rules
They reduce you
To zombie food
It's what they do
They said we gotta have a zombie cull
But it ain't no use they just return
Ward them off with a sonic song
Send them back where they come from
chorus x
There were a few of us hiding in a burnt out building. We listened to the sounds of an entirely insane metropolis all around us , but though Annie was turning in front of our eyes, we were digging the sounds more and it was easier to die listening to groovy music. Up to this moment he guitars, voices and drums pounding and wailing with the pulsation of the Huru-horn seemed to create a force field holding off the waves of Undead. Perhaps we needed to create more of the powerful Enhurument....Zeek had a suitcase with the new album Zombie Streets in it with us and he placed it inside an impromptu shrine we made in a hole that went through the wall. We were astonished when the Zombies outside formed an orderly queue and fought each other to death in death buying up our entire stock. Things began to look bad only as the thousands who didn't get a copy began to realise that they were loosing out...
There was an awkward pause, then someone started telling an ancient story, The Quest for the Thirteen Magical Treasures of Britain, somewhat brutal to begin with but there you go, which confused most for a while, until they got into it. It stars a person called a bard, one of the three ancient ones of Britain, his name Aneirin. He speaks of a massacre of his people the Gododdin tribe.
The first part is called Y GODODDIN, is set in what is now Yorkshire and the second CAER ODOR or 'Fortress on the Chasm' is on the Downs by Clifton gorge, Bristol.
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Now what with all this utter carnage and waste of life, message of peace from some troubadours of this same family roots, good ol' Spacegoats.
GOODNESS GRACIOUS, A BUNCH OF MODERN DAY MUSICAL RUFFIANS HAVE BANDED TOGETHER TO MAKE THIS AWFUL NOISE....THEY CALL IT A KIND OF BLUES...LET'S WHAT THEY HAVE ON OFFER...OOOHH, EEERRR IT'S THE APOKAELYPSTYX BLUES PULSE CONVENTION AGAIN!!!! the tracks here are : The Sorceror //St James Infirmary in DUB//WITCH'S BROOM/ SKULLRAIDERS //The Sky Is Crying//Frog Swamp Blues??MAGGOT MOTHER
DUE TO DASTERDLYNESS < THE BADGER <, YES THE STRIPY BROCK, IS BLAMED FOR DEATH AND MUST DIE!!!! HERE AT POK WEB WE REGARD THAT BADGERS ARE OF THE WILDWOOD VARIETY AND FIGHT BACK...EXCEPT OF COURSE THEY CAN NOT HARM HUMANS VERY EFFECTIVELY....SO THEY WROTE A SONG TO REMIND HUMANITY THAT THEY WE WILL DIE WITH FLUCTUATIONS OF TEMPERATURE AS HAVING NO ADAPTABILITY BECAUSE WE DO NOT KNOW HOW TO LIVE IN ACCORD WITH NATURE THAT IS BIGGER AND RAMMED WITH MORE POWERFUL ELEMENTALS THAN ALL OF OUR MACHINES AND BOMBS
here it is: THE MARCH OF THE BADGER PEOPLE
YES THE GREAT MINDS OF AUTHORITY CULLING BADGERS BECAUSE THEY CARRY HANDBAGS FULL OF MICROBES THAT THEY SPREAD ABOUT LIBERALLY MAKING HUMAN FODDER COW-MEAT INFECTED ...SUCH CULLS USUALLY PRECEED A HUMAN CULL OF VAST PROPORTIONS, A DEFILING MAGICAL ACT OF DEATH BEFORE ANOTHER MAJOR MASSACRE OF LAND AND LIFE....WHICH IS THE MOST HARMFUL SPECIES, HUMAN OR BADGER?
THE MARCH OF THE BADGER PEOPLE
BELOW THE MOST RECENT SUNG VERSION OF APOKAELYPX FLAG-SONG 'THE SKY IS CRYING' BADGER PEOPLE IS FROM THE SAME 'STIMMUNG'. ABOVE WILL BE FOUND THE WHOLE TWO DAYS OF OUR MUSIC RENDERING SATURDAY AND SUNDAY 2nd AND 3rd NOVEMBER 2024
hmmm I am a bit confused at the mo which is which here, cos it is stormy and they int playing ... but a combined mix of Sky Is Crying and a solo blues froo a hundred years ago this afternoon, 'Tell Me Babe"...
Left on the ground 'cos he don't know how or is scared or it what the Coven does and it ain't his thing , but up she goes on her bism, in'er, and he is looking up at her and the full moon wonderin' when she's gonna come down. she's up on her WITCH'S BROOM.
Meanwhile down town, the Zombies are getting everywhere.
Suddenly we are at the dawn of time and in the flikkering fire light we are in the prescence of The Sorceror again, who spells it a new try...
a bunch of travelling tinkers from deserts of mystery call through and the caravanseria draws by, stops and out gets Kenny of the Kennington and we is all amazed to see him since he gone back. So I listened hard to the space while busking a day or two listenin' for a blues I could sing his Soul...so up cook some Ital in dem can me find what is Grail and he come like Exodus Natural Mystic that One Drop and it turn different styles...this one quite up-de-tempo but him a do different rhyddm too in here...
Now we get a bit of tuning in with the Huru Horn TimBok bloweth and the Moog with which pok squibbelleth and the band resounding as a rich modulation of pooled noise, this one not all mellow and edges along wonderfully disturbingly...
Now we feel a surge in the ocean where we are floating on a Aldi pallet and the fore-waves get too much as a great vessel comes by, it's mermaid figurehead pushing the mist looming above us as the prow cuts the wave . Strong swimmers dive down and we are scooped up into a lifeboat. Aboard the ship, a RAven is chanting to a crew of animals and painted people who are superbly swashbuckling... yet her song is a dire lament as she sings that THE SKY IS CRYING...
then all the humans suddenly seemed to lose their minds, somewhat to the bemusement of the animals and mythic beasts who did not show much surprise or concern. Raven Woman gave an awful caw and from the sea sluggethed a grand worm done up in a high collar and cuffs, tailored suit with monacle gripped in a prehensile mandible 'G'day' says it, in what we realise is a feminine tone rich in irony and definitive pleasures . A great slab pulleths from the ocean and dries in the Sun. "Who's first? says the Ginormous Maggot, for it is She Herself MAGGOT MOTHER who goes decidedly too far for the human minds and they have to surrender and do so screamingly as the Centaurs keep a guard playing cards on a tree stumps, RAVE On RAVeN does exactly that proclaiming Maggot Mother's beneficient eating habits, the Scorpion girls return from the loo licking their stings as the human males are taken one by one to slab for to be willingly sacrificed and as can readily be imagined, the torture never stops....
the cover art I drew down in Sidmouth at Nick's chateau in proper art conditions , along with another two album covers...this , non-sequentially, is the second album. The first and thIrd albums are KEY TO THE GATES and SILVER FOR THE REVOLUTION...there were other albums in this rush, I felt a need to write alot of songs to , er , ... SHAMAN'S CURSE, YOU ARE THE KEY , THE APPLE OF GOD... there may have been another of this 'type' and era...don't think so tho lol.
here for the first time and firmly back-dated this is another slice of time again...this is recorded in about 2008 in Tolworth when living on Moulsecombe hill outside of Brighton with Aurelillithica and Wednesluna and travelling France and Spain haunts and is featuring songs I had felt the urge to write 'going folk' as Martha Tilson had thought I mught do a turn with, so I was back to me roots in another way and into finger-pickin guitarra acoustica pok-style and came up with a sequence of cantos expressin some various rejoicings sorrows and curious and could be historifications. All on Earth possessing one of these 'ere compoutors can get their ears around this NOW !!
MOVING ON to this ere album it is YOU ARE THE KEY...am finding the songs so a few up here...'You Are The Key' , "Busker Blues' and the several chaptered nursery rhyme fable "Superboy' so far ...now added 'The Trumpets of Tara' and 'The Forgotten Few', adaptations of folk tunes to which I putted words of wat was a happening at the M3 protest at Tara Hill in Ireland in 2008. 'Have A Drink On Me' was busked up at St Girons market in the Pyraneese , Ariege South of Toulouse. 'Tinker's Prayer' I wrote when I was around 20 down in Exeter, Devon. 'Rose On Lewes Road' was written for Jas and a Rose peeping through some railings on Lewes Road in Brighton.
THE STELLA SESSIONS ...these are recordings I made with Joel and Paul in the insalatious stomping ground of my youth @ Haldon Road Exeter around 2012 -2014. I play an American Seers catalogue Stella guitar tuned to open D or somtimes D minor and played with a smooth 16mm drill bit for a slide. I bought it from Pete Middleton in 1991 and used it then recording my first recordings in a church in Ashburton afterwhich I got a bit drunk but not cos I was blue. To me and Pete. ior at least his sales pitch to me, was that this was obviously the Stella Blue mentioned in the Hunter/Garcia song. It carried immense mythological weight to me. 'All the years combine/ They melt into a dream / A broken angel sings from a guitar' is a couplet from Stella Blue. Robert Hunter wrote the lyrics and doyens of counter-cultural wierditude The Grateful Dead played this song. Thus Stella guitar was indicative to me that Pete understood my mission. That was to bring some tribal music to these shores. From camps in Devon that favored music and nature with simply a communal fire and no amplification was where we all met and were coming from. I was the early 90s, very early, rave was in it's magnitude I was minded to make not a West Coast scene , but a South West nature activistic culture from the remnant of all that was maleagered by the ravages of Thatcher and the pall of gloom of glooms darkesnessitude she brought on. I made the first recording, a cassette I called 'Thirteen Songs'. The guitar then hung at my paren't place on a wall for twenty five years, until I was given the drill bit by someone for possibly using as a slide. Sometime later while my father was dying, I one day looked up at the guitar and down to the drill bit on a shelf. I had a brainwave , took the guitar down and tuned it from the standard to the D slide tuning. I put the drill bit to the strings and played. These were the first recordings I made attempting to interpret blues and simpler ragtimey feels with slide and finger-picking techniques.
BLADUD!
SEVENTH KING OF BRYTHONIC ALBION
From The Brythonic Temple Of Apollo
Sited Atop The Plateau And Builded Good
By The Son Of Leir-Lud
Of The Descended Kings Since Brutus
Our Lord Leige Magician Bladud
Tried To Fly But Did Fall
As His Pigs Oinked Oracular
Amid The Pagan Thrall
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Oh Magnificent Temple To Brigit
Shrouded In Mists Pre-Christian!
Oh Most Holy Site Nurtured
Within The Seven Sacred Hills Of Bath Enfolded!
Oh Miraculous Earthly Shrine
From Where Bubbling And Spouting Forth
The Wondrous Warm Waters Restorant Come!
Oh Great City Of Light And Sound
That Aubrey Made
With His Marvellous Architecture
Of The Sublime Heaven’s Mirror!
Oh Design Exponential Patterned There And Hidden
Within The Walls And Precincts of Caer Badon
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Bladud! Seventh King of Brythonic Albion
Bladud!
Bath’s most ingenious young Prince
Had some grave misfortune ever since
He had contracted leprosy
Yet when the Kingdom directly
Banished their young Master
From Court for what he had caught
His Mother to later recognise him
Gave her Son her Signet Ring
When Bladud roamed
He roamed to Keynsham
And there a swine-herd he became
But his pigs caught too
The buboeic scurge
And he did not know how to explain
To the man who owned
The pigs he’d be owing
So his boss wouldn’t see
And with no further ado
He aimed his herd
Up onto
The Vale of Avon
For there oak acorns
He could amply and easily
Let them feed on
Yet at Swineford they tarried
For the pigs found hot mud
Were happy and they wallowed
For the hot mud was good
And they delighted in their warm oozy bed
‘Till Bladud strewed acorns to tempt them ahead
Soon he gathered them piggies all to the road
Yet later when washing his mud-caked herd
Saw no hoary marks on some of his swine
But thought no more of it at that time
When he recovered his sow who had gone back to the ford
He saw she was cured in the bubbling brown swarthe
“|This mud cures the leprosy!”
The thought came to his head
Then the thought took a blossom
In Bladud’s bright mind
And he flung himself into the glorious slimes
And he found out well and he found out good
This mud healed his wealds and to cure them it could!
Swiftly to Keynsham Bladud returned
His pig-boss thought his claim absurd
So after when he returned to the Court
His appearance quite a startle brought
When Bladud slipped her signet Ring
Into his Mother’s – The Queen’s drink
Though subsequently
Acclaimed and recognised
He chose not to stay
For this would patronise
Those who had sent him away
Bladud asked
His Father the King
Leave to study
In Athens
The year before Christ
Five Hundred and Five
Eleven years
He studied abroad
As Abaris was known
The Sage of the North
Persian Zoroaster he instructed in Magic
To Greek Pythagorus the Practic he taught
Philosophy especially the Sun-Centered System
Of Planets cavalcade rotational tour
Pythagorus and Zoroaster retired to their caves
To contemplate knowledge that Bladud gave
Then the Prince builded Delphi
And other primary shrines
Created sects of Eternal caress
Where Pythoness hissed
Of hells and of bliss
And acolytes met their Nemesis
As he flew on a Magic Arrow’s flight
Bladud builded these many sacred sites
Transporting to where consecrated land
Marvelous shrines he raised from plan
Then to Pythagorus he gave the Magic Bolt
To further fly that which he had taught
Meanwhile in Albion
King Hudibras had died
It was Four Eight Three
He had been Seventh in line
Brutus in exile from Troy had fled
And stepped at last from the sea
Onto the Brutus Stone in Totnes
The first of our Albionic Kings
As least according to Geoffrey of M
And if you believe that kind of thing
Corineous threw Gogmagog
To drown in the briny waves
Last Giant of older Albina
Thus ended the first race’s days
In Seven Four Four B.C.E
Brutus then made himself King
And Albion’s royal line did begin
Again according to Geoffrey
Seven generations later Bladud suceeded
And from rock of the realm built Caerbrent
Caer Yrn Naint Twymin also it is hailed
Or Caer Ennaint, the City of Ointment
Or Caer Palladur, he wrought them all
City of the Warm Vale of Pallas’s Wa
Again there is known Troy Novant
Trinovantum the Capitol in older cant
Cities bold builded Brutus
Up and down this Loegres
Then within that pagan tale
At Caer Badon he made hail
And builded within
A most sacred Vale
The Valley That Turns
Where the warm currents churn
In Aquae Sulis Caer Badon
Calidae’s hot waters run
Apollo’s Temple to the Sun
Our Bathe our Solsbury
These titles well earns
Known Arkmanchester
For here the Oakman learned
And these were the Druids
Within hallowed walls interned
In their sacred city of Sulis’s shrine
The warm waters of Healing
Connection ancient and divine
Devoted also to Brigit, Brigantia,
Britannia of Brythonic Dobunni Tribe
Are gathered here within gorgeous
Warm bosom collected
The wise ones with their wisdom
And also those rejected
Who could bathe and heal
Or philosophise
And with ancestral spirit realise
The beauty now built-over
Of a seven-hilled pagan vale
The holy heated pools
Of sunny sacred Sulis
Shrouded now in legends are
Constructed close at Stanton Drew
The central seats of learning were
A college of complete Druidry
That encompassed all now lost
Yet what Bladud builded there
Is now mostly hole-posts
Bladud made it so the stones
Marked the planets and their zones
I have heard it said he knew
The paths of their cellestial goings
So placed it in stone
That all could be knowing
Our Seventh King Bladud
Much Albion was showing
And his influence spread
Soon after the Giants were dead
His knowledge more vast
Than perhaps we have grasped
His antiquity unquestioned
He brought the World many arts
Bladud now
Had his mind on the stars
He could see them up there
But would not get that far
In his head was his Arrow
Now the Northern Sky
The Eagle Constellation
Was currently high
Maybe by explanation
We’ll never know why
Bladud thought upwards
And decided to fly
But came to an abrupt end
Made himself wings
But they did not send
Him up from his Sul’s Hill
Temple of Apollo
But dashing down
To Larkhall brook instead
Where he shattered his head far below
As his pigs witnessed his death’s descent
After Bladud’s demise in Four Six Three
His son King Lear or Lud
Took the Throne of his Destiny
Then in civil war his dynasty died
And thus another stronger one arrived
‘Till the Romans came
And conquered them all
Though Agricola later rebuilt
Caer Badon’s City walls
Some Druids returned there
And their King was King Coel
As reported by John Wood architect
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THIS ALBUM IS CALLED /// PICKIN' with POK One. Two Buckle My shoe...Two Simple People , Spend Some Time Together, All Or Nothing, I Don't Want To' The Ballade Of Mulsey, Tommy Duffy, Pickin' and Choosing, Herb Spiral.
these are 'The Garage Tape Recordings'
This album is called 'Rock and Roll Prophesy Presents : An End To War' and was recorded in 2001 from songs I had been working on since about 1998. Recorded at Dave Goodman's studio in Gypsy Hill South London. Spacegoats lived at Dave's for the latter half of the 90s and made most of the albums there.
This album is called 'The Apple of God'. Songs were writte in the Pyranese and recorded in Tolworth.
This is a collection of songs I wrote for the memory of and family of Joanna Kelly. https://pokthebard1.bandcamp.com/albums/songs-for-joanna Songs For Joanna | Pok The Bard
STATE PREDATION BLUES written 6/1/2024
1. Well I woke up this morning I had the State Predation Blues } x 2.
It was sucking out my very Soul / There was nothing I could do.
2. Yes the day I was born I was contracted by name } x 2.
Doctor writ it on my birth certificate / To the State I was a slave.
3. To consume, work, die, be taxed is all the State wants of you.
Smiling like a crocodile / State Predation Blues.
4. Now using sexual predation is just one name of the game } x 2.
It's Corporation Policy that falls on us like rain.
5. You can run around this whole wide world thinking you are free x2.
But you better keep a keen watch my friend, it's a predatory society
6. Walking back late last night, cameras film me all the way } x 2.
This State Predation Blues sure gives you anxiety.
7. Some people think that politicians mean the people well } x 2.
But they are just puppet ushers at the Gates of Hell.
8. Contracting people's lives away, exploiting all the World } x 2
Just so as to buy armaments / With the money that you earned
THE ALBUM BELOW WAS RECORDED MOSTLY AT MULSEY FARM , WEST SUSSEX. It features songs from my early twenties combined with more recent songs and with a few written and recorded after it. I have called it the Best of Mulsey because of the general mood and style. The Worst of Mulsey may be presented sometimes soon. here we go, solo acoustic songs all recorded by me on my Zoom H4n Pro.
BELOW IS a rehearsal of ALBATROSS just recorded today w Geraint on bass and me on my metal slide guitar Clyde. I hope Peter Green forgives me. This one is definately work in progress. Gonna use the glass slide next time I try, for getting smother Albatrossy feel...so maybe call this GIANT IRON BIRD for the time being.
ATLANTIS
In the time of reckoning late Lemurian
The God who became known as Poseidon
Was apportioned his Earthly lot
And there loved a mortal woman Cleitos
Then, as one turning a lathe,
He formed around her the fabled
Lost Isle of Atlantis
Concentric-Isled Atlantis
Ringed by sea waters and precipitous cliffs
That lofty climbed tier upon tier
Rising sheer to where Posedion's Grove
Contained within the Temple of Cleitos
Were crowned by a walled Citadel of gold
Atlantis!
That from Gondwana had drifted
Past the Pillars of Heracles shifted
To rest in the ocean where did it lie
Until one day it caught Posedion's eye
From dynasty of Mortal and God
Escaping the apocalyptic flood
With the wash of Lemuria went
Those fleeing blind who found a Continent
And with that seedling Empire joining hold
They brought wisdoms from the former World
And civilisation brought varied life in diversity
As Poseidon builded up that magnificent city
Mercantile trade along sea-routes were plied
To Egypt and Tyrrhenia with goods arrived
As Libya and Asia were established
Bringing abundant fortune to Atlantis
Poseidion marshalled from the mountain-top
Two mighty springs one which ran hot
The other which ran cold
Both which in gracious plenty flowed
And made conduits and cisterns
Integrated architectural systems
That conducted irrigation channelling
Into Royal bath-houses and therein
Rooms also for private people and public events
Some enclosed and some open to heaven
There were separate baths for women and men
Also bath-houses for horses for cattle their pens
Each adorned suitably for their utility
Within this ocean state municipality
Elephants roamed the gardens and wild places
And beasts of the most meek and most voracious
Were to be found, both tame and feral
Indeed there was room for all
Flowers and fruits fragrant there thrived
In plentitude that provided full supply
Of ointments fine flaxes and vittles
There was great wealth of minerals
Whose trade and fortune made Atlantis’s name
Beyond all other Kings and Potentates in fame
They quarryed stone of, black, red and white
Constructing dwellings both simple and fine
Whilst other more colourful coroneted complexes
Brought intrinsic pleasure unto the senses
There were stadia for games and races and death
Yet the bull the Kings fought nearly weapon-less
Using but prayer, stave and noose
The sacred beasts did range the temple loose
And when it's blood was poured over the Law
Engraved in the Grove upon a bronze pillar
Azure-gowned priests augured beneath the stars
High indeed was this culture as it resplendant flowered
Torqued by telurically tuned clear-minded men and women
Coursing through meridians within the plexus sun
An energy shared among the populace
The plants and animals shared the grace
Crystals in waters and minerals rare
With plenty of everything everyone shared
Content with the wealth their lives were lived
Equanimous in details of the way that gives
Healing through waters of Poseiden’s pure intent
It was a shame the way it all went
For they had armies but fought not themselves
And the King was supreme so the records do tell
Yet only with assent could he his kinsmen kill
So from high at last it came to the fall
From misuse of crystals I've heard it blamed
I have heard that it’s often the same
Corruption in Court the God-head got weak
Atlantis's good fortune was broken and leaked
Or maybe it was the way they sacrificed bulls
That emptied their cup from brimming too full
In belligerance they sailed armada forth
Ancient Athens to assault
Yet this was to be their final war
One wonders what they made it for
A tsunami struck and Atlantis drowned
Not a trace of her Isles were left to be found
CRITIAS.
PERSONS OF THE DIALOGUE: Critias, Hermocrates, Timaeus, Socrates.
TIMAEUS: How thankful I am, Socrates, that I have arrived at last, and, like a weary traveller after a long journey, may be at rest! And I pray the being who always was of old, and has now been by me revealed, to grant that my words may endure in so far as they have been spoken truly and acceptably to him; but if unintentionally I have said anything wrong, I pray that he will impose upon me a just retribution, and the just retribution of him who errs is that he should be set right. Wishing, then, to speak truly in future concerning the generation of the gods, I pray him to give me knowledge, which of all medicines is the most perfect and best. And now having offered my prayer I deliver up the argument to Critias, who is to speak next according to our agreement. (Tim.)
CRITIAS: And I, Timaeus, accept the trust, and as you at first said that you were going to speak of high matters, and begged that some forbearance might be shown to you, I too ask the same or greater forbearance for what I am about to say. And although I very well know that my request may appear to be somewhat ambitious and discourteous, I must make it nevertheless. For will any man of sense deny that you have spoken well? I can only attempt to show that I ought to have more indulgence than you, because my theme is more difficult; and I shall argue that to seem to speak well of the gods to men is far easier than to speak well of men to men: for the inexperience and utter ignorance of his hearers about any subject is a great assistance to him who has to speak of it, and we know how ignorant we are concerning the gods. But I should like to make my meaning clearer, if you will follow me. All that is said by any of us can only be imitation and representation. For if we consider the likenesses which painters make of bodies divine and heavenly, and the different degrees of gratification with which the eye of the spectator receives them, we shall see that we are satisfied with the artist who is able in any degree to imitate the earth and its mountains, and the rivers, and the woods, and the universe, and the things that are and move therein, and further, that knowing nothing precise about such matters, we do
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This is aa version of Walking With the Ancestors by APOKAELYPX. latest version with Ellie and Claudie singing, Nikki on viola. Takes a while to get going.
THIS is a Spacegoat saga i never wrote more of,,,,just a first try at speaking it...
this is the most crazily unhinged version of Witch's Broom we have managed yet.
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This is an end of session droning drumming huru horn festivity rite with Claudie playing a flute that then winds into a Maggot Mother that then evolves into Ellie debut impro on Grandmother Moog while the band play along and Claudie recites from Elvellen.
This is an edited to a degree STIMMUNG from Feb 2025