The Tracts of Arkazum
OUR FATHER | Dead yards, bone shards, spit your sons at you. Grim charred, grave marked for the rest of you. Terminal frequency open up your veins, perilous casualty all that now remains. A tale of trial & error, feed & nature sown, evolution structures, biologic growth. Our Father whose art is clever. Father, do you know when times are bad? Can we play with Jesus, raise him from the dead? Steer us to the river, sing a song for him. Drown him little children, let’s drown him. Fusion of the oocyte & sperm nuclei, creation of the zygote began you & I. Let us pray. I come to be, I from a seed.
LUNGLAND | Said she was a fever yellow fingers turning blue. Said she was a lover clings like skin to you. All her love consumed me, blood clots in blackened veins. Herfume corrodes me, turgid filth in pissy rain. “Made a grave for you my love, won’t you join me here?” she cried. “I can’t” I reasoned sadly “for I am still alive”. She tells you she’s a beauty formed of chemical sin. Open up thee tombs O’ honey & let me walk right in. As the linen face approaches the clicking hand appears. The wheeling in of the lung machine & the waxen head of tears. “Made a grave for you my love, won’t you join me here?” she cried. “I can’t” I reasoned sadly “for I am still alive”. Let’s walk upon the hillsides, scatter ashes to the land. Let them breathe with open minds in merrie olde Lungland. Eat me mighty father, the flock must cull the beast. A measure of starvation is allowed for you at least. Avenge me mirror spirit enter skin & bone. Push the monkey off my back & make me walk alone. Give me sister sinister, roam through her demise. Hang me on the dogstar bitch of the sun of the smile. Grant me Mr. Jesus, word in the wind of the wild. Hold me to the cult of life of dirty twisted lies. “Made a grave for you my love, won’t you join me here?” she cried. “I can’t” I reasoned sadly “for I am still alive”.
YOU CAN BE MY HEARSE | You can be my summertime, living low in hard decline, all the worlds within our words now hear our curse: You can be my autumn hearse, red-eye glow in fiery burst. I got no time to be living on, what’s been done let it be undone. I’ll be left to travel on unto sleep unto the sun. You can be my autumn hearse.
COLD WIND BLOWS | Do you offer silent gestures as you lay down close to mud? There is pain and consequences as the wind blows you cold. And he lost his soul down the hole, down the hole where the cold wind blows. And the cold wind blows the creatures crawl down the hole where the cold wind blows. Down the hole were the creatures go. Can’t you hear the creatures calling from fetid mouth to body old? This the end, the final calling as the wind blows you cold. And he lost his soul the merry old soul…Dig deep little creatures into earth break the mold. Bury us o’ so deeply as the wind blows us cold. And he lost his soul down the hole…
BLACK LIPPED GRIN | She held nine iron cold with a black lipped grin and fur of gold. Gave the courage of conviction, licked the words of my affection. Then she drank the bottle dry with a frenzied tongue and a begging eye. All within the body golden, dog gone but not forgotten. Wipe the tears from your eye you can drink the bottle dry. Let’s walk let’s talk let’s be together. When all hope fades let’s cry together. Go running, screaming, kicking at the door, claw a little harder ask a little more. If this is what you want you can eat it out my hands (no protein just a handful of sand). Listen to the wolf whispering “it’s true”. Prove yourself proven, proven to be true. Wipe the tears from your eye you can drink the bottle dry. Don’t you close your eyes now to all that still remains – moving ever forwards to the closing down of brain? This is future knowledge of dead times still to come. Who you make your peace with when it’s your turn to run? Wipe the tears from your eye you can drink the bottle dry.
CONTEMPLATION | Arkazum his bright light stare awoke the creatures sleeping there. Radio voice from a distant star told us all to “be aware”, he said, “When you worship me I will laugh at you” he said “When you worship me I will laugh at you”. Live in a trance for a year and a day; send for a doctor to take me away. Send for a nurse a surgeon too (they never cure they cut me in two). Look at the stars look for a cause and all the glass men who worship shards. I worship me when I laugh at you. Is there reason without a clue? Contemplation of a saviour. Hello welcome into our room. Your face has changed, your hands are claws – turn off the light, close the doors. Got a bio-chemical change wash the sphere out of range. Their eyes are full of light sent from the beams of a satellite.
BOMBIEL | Got a pobby and a goeey so off I go, Roscoe & bomerguarter, heel and toe. Got a pobby and a goeey so off I go Roscoe & bomerguarter, heel and toe. Bom bark, stickle ark, bom bark, stickle ark. The figure in the woods was real you know, opened up the channels to “you know who”. Lockie, quackie manor, make me a worn, Bom biel stickle eel fly me to the moon. Diggin’ up Shandy, what did you see? No skin or bones, just roots of a tree. Appley With In the sign we read, spinning round the room to toast our bread. Bom biel, stickle eel, bom biel. Come out of the cupboard with my paint-box tin, carved out the drawers to put my bird things in. Salt in the sugar, hide in wardrobe in dread. All treats denied I will see nothing red. Jingy jangle of the joke shop man. Frothing flagons of Kubla Khan. Do you ever do the best you can? I said “Wam, bam, thank you mam” Got a pobby and a goeey so off I go, Roscoe & bomerguarters, heel and toe. Got a pobby and a goeey so off I go. Roscoe & bomerguarters, heel and toe. Bom bike, stickle icke, bom bike. Come out of the cupboard with my paint-box tin, carved out the drawers to put my bird things in. Salt in the sugar, hide in wardrobe in dread. All treats denied I will see nothing red.
UDDERBUDDER | Let’s signal the end of the night for the brave they’ve got a little wormy crawling through their grave. Life cycle function is for the Lord to appraise but you my brother’s sisters are things I can erase. We just fell from wombs to advance a secret code. Embryonic chamber, nutrient overload. Bacteria Hysteria! All fevers and all plagues, cylinders of malice, masters of all slaves. We can speak to shadows, whisper all their names. Write our names backwards, spit upon the flames. We can look in mirrors, scratch around on floors. Let psychiatric judgement open all the doors. Surround yourself with death and you act like a corpse, devoid of any meaning – ruined without a cause
ZUMLIGHT | Zum, zum, zum, zum. Travel towards the zumrise on a crumbling carriage of bone. Pulled by wooden horses with skulls of gold. Across the wastes we ride morning meeting night. Then upon our eyes it shines the zumrise & zumlight. We welcome you in Zum, zum, zum, zum zumlight.
PORTAL | Listen with ears, see with eyes. Your eyes can’t see me. Listen with ears, see with eyes. Your eyes are blinded. Skin & bones I got no soul to give you so I’ll kiss in the rain in the moonlight, delight tonight! Linger down with the tombs in ground to scorn you our skin & bones can spear your mocking heart. Flush your flesh membrane outside the brain. Apply the signal switch on your flesh domain again. Fill the portal with look & see eyes & ears. Erase the filthy void & disappear, just disappear. Exist off the list, exist off the list. Exist now you’re off the list. Listen with eyes, see with ears. Your eyes are blinded. Flesh domains going to make you sane.
THE REDUCTION LINE | Captain hands killing time in towards reduction line. Inch by inch flow by flow wind them up off they go. Endless bodies on a bloodied shore. A whole lot of nothing for a whole lot more. President grins “culling time” stack the bodies up just fine. Biz dictates the reduction line torn to pieces in our time. Inch by inch flow by flow wind them up watch them go. Endless bodies on a bloodied shore. A whole lot of nothing for a whole lot more. Left, right, left, right. This is the reduction line ripped to pieces in our time. President release your men.
ANALOGUE COMMUNION | What does it mean with his dials on? Father made his radio son. Wires to his left tubes to the right. His brain is on now can you see the light? Tune you in to radio son, frequency modulation. Tune you in, radio son, Analogue communion. Don’t be static let life interfere. All those transmissions they keep the airways clear. Are you on the wavelength? Controlled or diverse? Our ministry live, neutral & earth. Tune you in, radio son. Analogue communion. Airwaves now littered with foul & filthy men. Kill ‘em father kill ‘em & kill ‘em all again. When you’re done with the killing when the killing time is done, drink to the dead my Father to the dead & the gone. Tune you in, radio son. Analogue communion.
GOODBYE SHE SAID | Hey you! You my lover? Silent footsteps to the river. Slip upstream, heavy sadness. Starry eyed, oh one madness.
“Goodbye, she said”. She said to me. Down by the river, under the old oak tree.
“We could be as one”, I said, “forever be”. “Leave now” she cried, “you’ll never be with me” Cross the fear, dark divide. Burden carried to river ride. Hey lover look at me. Tears falling by the old oak tree. “Goodbye” she said, down by the river. Twist the bony hand bone, sever, measure, contemplate forever. Present giver, no surprises. Milked of all human kindness.
IMPERIUM | Here we are awakened by the calling of names. Ritual of passing this mortal game. Fire, fire burning bright, skyline full of pain. Here we board Imperium, ship of holy flame. Take it off, take it down. Power to the king. Take it off, take it down. Upon Imperium wing. Heaven bound majesty in ether ship of might. Soul-lost voyagers, spirit’s vessel flight. Through universal veil to mystery beyond the star. We now gathered back to who we really are. Take it off, take it down. Power to the king. Take it off, take it down. Upon Imperium wing. Are we just carrion on the road to oblivion?
MISS FORTUNE | We’ve lost the spirit’s call, lost the path to fortune’s hall. Lost the reason, lost the way. Lost the sunlight from today. To us the half-life bring, cruel acts of suffering. To endure their stagnant way, lose the sunlight from today. You follow your masters. Prepare to fall. All idiots arrive in Miss Fortune’s Hall. We’ve lost the spirit’s call, lost the path to fortune’s hall. Lost the reason, lost the way. Lost the sunlight from today. We’ve lost the sunlight.
HEY LORD! | I’ve been living, living all too long. I’ve been crying, my tears are pouring down. I’ve been drinking, drinking all day long. I’ve been singing, singing the same old song. Hey Lord, Where did you go? Go too fast or gone too slow? Say Lord, where did you go? Go too fast or gone too slow? I’ve been praying, praying much too long. I’ve been loving, loving all that’s wrong. Leaves are falling, falling to the ground. Mouths are calling, calling out the sound. Hey Lord, Where did you go? Go too fast or gone too slow? Say Lord, where did you go? Go too fast or gone too slow?
OUR FRIEND TERMINUS | Grey rise, pale farewell ‘gainst the dawn’s culling eye. All the creaking groans amongst us. Through the twilight, Autumn lies.
Here is our old friend Terminus, he be treading down the years. His frail footsteps falter down the avenue of tears. I called out your name, you never came back to me. Winds blew my empty words out towards the sea. I saw pale reflections in the essence of your tears. Now abandon any hope to all that you held dear. Sunrise, fond belongings. Turn heads to summer skies. Healing bones now hold us. Witness our spring survive. What of our old friend Terminus? He be laying down to rest. Gather pace for new horizons in realms of otherness. Here is the room of remembrance. Lost like all forgotten things. Forget this realm of death and sorrow. Laugh and joke and dance and sing.