Ophiuchus by Lyle Holdahl

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  • Опубликовано: 26 май 2020
  • The fourth installment of the 'Where There Were 5' EP.
    Lyrics informed by the fourth book of Enoch.
    A surgically put together piece with Mellotrons, massive chord progressions and hallowed lyrics delivered in a loose jazz fashion...
    (The video editor mellowed out the sound... the original sound is at this link indiemusicpeople.com/songs.asp... )
    Ophiuchus
    apple of the sire’s eye
    at 13, went into the world
    passionate- seeking knowledge, art and power
    very lucky and charismatic
    restless, too honest and open to change
    a real soul
    merged and displayed bright colors
    with intelligent style,
    magnetic sex and humor
    awkward daily routine
    with a brutal and explosive temper
    polarized
    standing naked on the stage
    as the faint observers disengage
    and flounder
    searching for another star
    to guide them to
    the places that they want to see
    but never will
    ever
    throw your parties, throw your drinks
    in the face of the judgmental offering ritual
    and those who still believe in time
    can waste away in the ocean of gravity
    circled by the blood-sucking masses
    very jealous while intimate
    egotistical and arrogant
    in sarcastic, pleated kilts and dresses
    smart moody and secretive
    seeking detailed information,
    art and laughter
    abracadabra!
    circumnavigating independence blindingly
    ordinary undemanding future
    over
    mathematical dreams
    so create, illumin relaxation,
    create, illumin intermittent nature
    perfect face
    very dangerous
    celebrating verisimilitude
    great architectural design
    seeker of wisdom
    now interprets dreams and visions
    excited and curious visionary
    polygamous and defensive
    old owl
    standing naked on the stage
    as the faint observers disengage
    and flounder
    searching for another star
    to guide them to
    the places that they want to see
    but never will
    ever
    throw your parties, throw your drinks
    in the face of the judgmental offering ritual
    and those who still believe in time
    can waste away in the ocean of gravity
    circled by the blood-sucking masses
    all instruments and song by Holdahl
    glyph by Ted Knighton
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