WATER Gilli Smyth Water, water, give me some water slip molecules low deep and strong blue miracle permeating everything, rising in fine tubes, bursting surface of the balloons The deep currents are my limbs, flow fishlike through my feeling hands, molecules slip, glide parting streams, around my liquid being the skin thin and inside more water, water flows round endlessly, lovingly give me some water water water
Mother Gong
Magenta | She Made The World
SHE MADE THE WORLD She made the world She is the great goddess She made the world The life force in trees and the great rhythms of tides that follow her bleeding. Once she was everywhere men and women lived in her seasons she loved where she would unhindered by priests robbing her blessings What is she, mother goddess? She is trees and seas and rocks and fish and horses foaling dogs whelping, hens laying flowing into the bliss of ever leaf. Father God roars I am a jealous God, there is no other God but me. I will destroy my enemies With rockets and missiles. I will change the nature of birth So that Eve can be born from Adam. I will trample all female things under my feet. I will burn the witches and the forests, I will poison the breeding fish in the overflowing seas I father god will build a world made of concrete and chamicals. Whe does not resist me, Why do I hear her laughter? It threatens my order, my rule. [part 2] He is a jealous god, Thou shalt have no other gods than he, And in his lonely world He will be strangled by his jealousy. Isis and Nephys have gone Selene sings a silent song, And in his lonely world, No life stirs - no life stirs. He came down from the fire and slew his ancient anemies Women and children died There were none left alive. And now he rules the earth Laughs at the pain of birth, but lately starts to see, the path of destiny. Isis and Nephys return, Persephone fills her sacred urn, Selene sings her song She sings us peace. Brother god, brother god, open your arms, Sister goddess loves you, Let us augment each other and not diminish each other at all, So that together we can flow, Like the river in Tao
THE WEATHER The weather why is the weather the weather? how is the weather? it's hot, it's hot, it's very stormy oh it's warm, getting warmer getting warm! it's hot, it's very hot, it's so hot I'm going to sleep in the fridge I'm cool, it's so cool but getting hotter
MALICIOUS SAUSAGE Today Was like wrestling with a huge sausage slippery and fat a confetti of intentions vacuumed inside its thick pink skin I think about the infinite but walk about in the shiny pink shoes of today
SPIRIT CALLING Hello, this is your spirit speaking down your telephone of ancient memories hello, this is your spirit calling though it's hard to get a line, it seems you're busy all the time. But the overview is simply stunning If you care to step my way. Just remember I'm your lifeline, Through the madness of the say. Hello, this is your spirit calling though I'm sometimes named as God. spelt backward, 'dog', well, I like dogs, God for that matter is a dog as much as a priest and a priest is a tree and a tree is a church but who wants stone churches anyway? They are only our fears made rigid, Hopes fixed in brick for the eternity of an artificial paradise full of righteous headmasters, policemen priests, and hollow women who have never'sinned'. Hello, hello, your spirit speaking The line just jammed, I wonder why? are policemen priests still tapping it? Trust your telephone of ancient memories it has all the info past and present and the truth of life's impermanence. More seriously we take it all more silly we become, especially those headmasters hoping for a higher job. They'd like to take over the job of god but all life is god even to the dog there's nowhere to go in that hierarchy so let's get down to some serious play, your spirit signing off
TATTERED JACKET Gilli Smyth and daevid allen Why does it have to be like this, he said. He said, raising his voice Through clenched teeth the bitter syllables drop Remains the fiery eye There is no salve, love, love is no salve Love is the silver mouths that soak the hurt that balance the upright tree. The bedclothes of the afternoon stiff ghosts still play dead fists between the walls of our extravagance. He walks, dumb bones in mumbled skin, he is gone. I sit, Leaden head on iron hands, he is gone. The day is a burst balloon and the house emply. You stride endlessly down the road of rubber shreds Kicking away the rags of the day's tattered jacket. We have won, We are together, And yet, And yet
WHEN THE SHOW IS OVER When the show is over all the people go home When the people go home the lights are turned off, The candles blown out, the curtains drawn Do our shiny images that we felt so deeply hang in the smoke-filled silent air? Are passionate words forgotten as the audience drifts into their individual dreams? comfortable in their doonas, only half remembering what was said. I want to shoot words like fast arrows swift and telling or am I merely yet another entertainer? My anger, my pain, my love are not pretence It's my life, my life is what I say I spread my life before you like a tinted photograph. My life is the life of all women, all lovers, all mothers, It does not end when the lights are turned off, The door locked, candles put out, And only the shadows of words hang in the air
I AM A WITCH I am a witch I help the grass to grow I heal dogs I speak to birds particularly owls I gather herbs on the full moon flying high I help you with your pain I frighten patriarchs I threaten those who wish to market the universe so they burn the competition I have been burned nine million times and I am still alive Now, is the time, for witches...