Bohemian Shards
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July 4, 2008
Revisit tombs, dead leaves, dying wind, failure of kings– kings overthrown in the rebellion
Insanity writ large– man w/ big plans, empty hands–
but Prometheus brought fire–
smoke and flames behind prison walls, fences of razor wire surrounded by vast emptiness beneath the crescent, ritual moon
Ancestral leather flesh forms a grimace in sunless bogs,
lips baring teeth in mock smile of agony
–dying breath turns moonlight into drifting snow
Chance, risk, dance
above the abyss
Find your way home through the falling stars.
Love songs, pop songs, flicker in and out of earshot through the window of Room 100 and down the alley. Green leaves and a sky of electric blue darken to scorched blackness of wrought iron with night’s cooling approach. Morning brings a train.
As an artist, one participates and observes. It is a phenomenon of consciousness, this relentless desire to experience more than the world of objects and subjective emotions, perhaps a driving instinct of a mind and spirit skeptical of the idea that man is the measure of all things.
What you feel and what is real
May not be at your fingertips
Nor in the words that cross your lips…
Music Link: These Chains
These Chains
I bought a ticket down on Broadway
For the river road
A former lover brushed past my way
…and that’s the way it goes
These chains are all a lie
These chains are all just lies
These chains just all are lies.
These chains all our lives…
She was the center of her circle
Like any fashion slave
She let the things she did in high school
Haunt her to her grave
These chains are all just lies
These chains are all just lies
These chains are only lies.
These chains are all lies…
Almighty lays down all the laws
And everybody fears
While rumors spread through
Smoke and mirrors and linger in your ears
These chains are only lies
These chains are all a lie
These chains are all a lies
These chains are all lies…
Here comes trouble’s tattooed shoulder, here comes a cop in uniform
Here comes the source of human bondage heading for a dance floor
Here comes a trucker and his sister– man, they’re one of a kind
And me, I’m just sitting here on the sidewalk
In the back of your mind…
In the back of your mind…
Radio Silence
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March 24, 2008
Music for Altered States with the Ghost Radio Theater Ensemble and associated desperados, friends, family, and dreamers.
Theater of the Mind
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March 24, 2008
“This is KMJR Radio… Desert Radio… Ghost Radio…”
Music, words and sound collage designed to expand your consciousness. Take a trip with the Ghost Radio Theater Ensemble — the Haunted Junkyard Choir, Al Graham, the GRIPIT Investigation into the life and times of James Douglas Morrison, Dark Ryders, The Heathen Notion Destructive Testing Audio Lab, and KMJR Radio, The Spectral Radio Wavelength.
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