Disgraceful Misnomers

DISGRACEFUL MISNOMERS

Without compassion
Our projections are no god
Worthy of the name

Five Day Song Challenge: Day Four

Audrey Dawn – The Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister suggested I address myself to meeting this challenge. Two difficulties arise: I. as long time readers will know, I have already posted a number of my favourites so they aren’t eligible; 2. I am by necessity limited to tracks which are freely available on line. In retaliation I decided not to further restrain myself to sticking solely to tracks with lyrics.

4. Dr. Strangely Strange -Donnybrook Fair.

The lyrics can be found at http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/d/dr_strangely_strange/donnybrook_fair.html. Once again I believe there may a couple of errors in what is printed here.

The Big Choice

THE BIG CHOICE

Time to realise
that fundamental question
your inner voice asks
will never be “Yes or no?”
But rather “Now or later?”

In His Cups

IN HIS CUPS

A sip of wine
A hint of melody …
Hallowed foundations
Shift ungoverned

Melt into lavaflows
Unleash unadmitted yearnings
Challenge this paltry masquerade
Yelled from minaret or pulpit

Hounded by fatwa and heresy
Across the centuries, this dented I
Which has, for all of that brouhaha
Such shallow roots

Must be why they ban
These dangerous demons
Intoxication, music,
Dancing, sex

While we for our part
Fight tooth and nail
To retain or else regain
These royal roads

Home

Quicksand

QUICKSAND

We know so little
While imagining so much
And calling it truth

One Cell

ONE CELL

“All cells of one body we”
Proclaims this postulate
A self-erasing assertion
“Take nothing for granted”
Proclaims this postulate

Yes all cells of one body
“Some folk get that intuitively”
Proclaims this postulate
“Others … not so easily
So we lend a hand”

“Tell them about Jah love”
As kindly advised Prince Far I
Yet few recall him these days
Even the devoted tribute site
Hosts unwarranted cobwebs

Let me wipe those away then
Resuscitate these lost words
A personal tribute, a pebble
An addition to the cairn decrying
Reggae to be a finished force

“Prince Far I, a man
To grace any style with wisdom
A chanter to quake the walls of the city
A preacher to strike fear in the weakheart
Humble in the garden and proud in the city,
Was shot dead in Jamaica, September 15, 1983
One year short of his 40th birthday.”

Yet his words re-echo yet
Remain ripe for re-utterence
“I am only but a visitor here
I am only but a stranger here
Mount Zion is my home”

 

Holy Blasphemy, Batman (A Four By Six)

HOLY BLASPHEMY, BATMAN

If You are all this then
As You tell me I am
Then are You not me too
And I conversely You

The Depths (A Four By Six)

THE DEPTHS

These primordial truths
We are bombarded with
Are merely an inkling
And often not the point

Clanging Cymbals – A Sevenling

CLANGING CYMBALS – A SEVENLING

Life takes its course
Demise a constant threat
All things must pass

Questions pose themselves
We tender our own certainties
We fight and murder over faith

In truth we haven’t a clue

That Old Time Religion

THAT OLD TIME RELIGION

Some tribes’ cobwebby myths
Commandeered and tossed in
With reworked patriotic tales
Deep-fried into a new religion

Which

Cast in stone aids elites control
These all too scary unruly masses
Alongside the brute force of arms
Cruel slavery, theft and massacre

Which

So long divorced from true Love
And fearful of their fear of fear
Yet they used fear and use it yet
To bolster a baleful status quo