The Sunday Song – Octopus by Syd Barrett

Octopus

Trip to heave and ho, up down, to and fro’
you have no word
trip, trip to a dream dragon
hide your wings in a ghost tower
sails cackling at every plate we break
cracked by scattered needles
the little minute gong
coughs and clears his throat
madam you see before you stand
hey ho, never be still
the old original favorite grand
grasshoppers green Herbarian band
and the tune they play is “In Us Confide”
so trip to heave and ho, up down, to and fro’
you have no word
Please leave us here
close our eyes to the octopus ride!

Isn’t it good to be lost in the wood
isn’t it bad so quiet there, in the wood
meant even less to me than I thought
with a honey plough of yellow prickly seeds
clover honey pots and mystic shining feed…
well, the madcap laughed at the man on the border
hey ho, huff the Talbot
“Cheat” he cried shouting kangaroo
it’s true in their tree they cried
Please leave us here
close our eyes to the octopus ride!

The madcap laughed at the man on the border
hey ho, huff the Talbot
the winds they blew and the leaves did wag
they’ll never put me in their bag
the seas will reach and always seep
so high you go, so low you creep
the wind it blows in tropical heat
the drones they throng on mossy seats
the squeaking door will always squeak
two up, two down we’ll never meet
so merrily trip forgo my side
Please leave us here
close our eyes to the octopus ride!

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The Thursday Album – The Greatest by Cat Power

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This week’s Thursday Album is Cat Power’s The Greatest. I hope you enjoy it 🙂 This isn’t the kind of music I usually listen to and I guess it’s not particularly odd either, but I like it!

The Greatest is the seventh studio album by indie rock artist Chan Marshall, a.k.a. Cat Power. It debuted at #34 on the Billboard 200, her highest charting album at the time.Wikipedia

Artist: Cat Power
Release date: January 20, 2006
Producer: Stuart Sikes
Genres: Indie rock, Jazz fusion
“The Greatest”

Once I wanted to be the greatest
No wind or waterfall could stall me
And then came the rush of the flood
Stars at night turned deep to dust

Melt me down
Into big black armour
Leave no trace of grace
Just in your honor
Lower me down
To culprit south
Make ’em wash a space in town
For the lead
And the dregs of my bed
I’ve been sleeping
Lower me down
Pin me in
Secure the grounds
For the later parade

Once I wanted to be the greatest
Two fists of solid rock
With brains that could explain
Any feeling

Lower me down
Pin me in
Secure the grounds
For the lead
And the dregs of my bed
I’ve been sleeping
For the later parade

Once I wanted to be the greatest
No wind or waterfall could stall me
And then came the rush of the flood
The stars at night turned deep to dust

One for the Birds by Lily Mitchell

In One for the Birds (2016), Lily Mitchell gives you surrealism, betrayal and some macabre situations in which the main characters find themselves lost or trapped. But that’s not all. Here and there a main character learns valuable life lessons a little too late. Besides death and suspense you’ll find a good dose of sarcasm. These short stories are an easy read and very variable. If you’re particularly fond of scary stories, you won’t want to miss out on these.

From Godign Publishing.

ONE FOR THE BIRDS by LILY MITCHELL

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From a deal with the devil to heads in boxes and even a computer that goes on a rampage, One for the Birds is a unique collection of short stories that makes you feel a bit uneasy in the end.

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Expect the unexpected… One for the Birds. A short story novel by Lily Mitchell. If you’re particularly fond of the macabre and supernatural you can’t miss out on this one!

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

From a young age, Lily Mitchell (1976) was intrigued by the famous short stories written by Edgar Allan Poe. With the thought ‘it’s now or never’ she started her writing career taking scenes from daily life and transforming them into scary stories, wandering freely in the world of the macabre. Lily’s fascination for the morbid and the strange is also seen in her work as an artist and photographer.

The Yellow Wallpaper & Other Stories (1892-1914)

In this feminist classic, Jane’s doctor husband locks her in an upstairs room so she can tackle her tendency towards depression and hysteria. Because that sounds like a really good idea.Bustle

A story about something far scarier than monsters, nightmares and stalkers: being labelled “hysterical” and shut in a room to get over it. Then the monsters come. I absolutely love the title story of this collection but, although very different, I thoroughly enjoyed the rest of the tales too.

Charlotte Perkins Gilman succeeded in writing feminist stories that liberated both men and women. This is particularly the case in the last story Mr. Peebles’ Heart, where a successful female doctor manages to persuade her sister’s husband to follow his dreams, not to save their marriage, but to save each of their lives, their sanity and wellbeing. I also really enjoyed Making A Change, where a man must come to terms with the fact that his mother and his wife have colluded to create his comfortable life.

The Monday Poem – The Sentences as Girl whose of Friendly Come to

It’s time for the Monday Poem 🙂 I hope you enjoy it.

The Sentences as Girl whose of Friendly Come to – a fluxus chance poem

 

Or way that

from before but

lost

an account that move.

But if

thought about

prize and

as exhilarating because emerges is disjunction between

communicated with we should suggested a small-c conservative.

Which he

was not unknown in the 1890s,

politics.

Became

child benefit age,

and took with Stalin’s Russia

like it

looked mind.

A good book about a remarkable man,

which scoundrels take refuge:

all sides in of

of

from

the garter.

That their own good-natured

a

first and.

Sticklers will

will wonder

like a wooden

the book.

Very

 

-a chance poem by Jay S

 

Charles Hartman discusses several methods of automatic generation of poetry in his book The Virtual Muse. Good old Wikipedia

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IX Tab – Scary Sounds

Not just an ancient Mayan Goddess of suicide, IX Tab is also the name of the creators of the creepiest music I’ve ever heard. I highly recommend them.

Woods and clifftops embalmed in crepuscular, haze-filtered light. Voices here, like on “The Ministry of Ontological Insecurity” telling us : “I don’t believe in her” and “I don’t believe in you” seem to usher from the back of one’s mind, projecting as though an afterimage of sounds long-ago burnt into the cochlea. WOEBOT

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