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Throw
08:42
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THROW
(the wanton destruction of innocent pleasure)
“The great Liberal Thinker urges the populace to vote and is largely ignored…….”
On the merry-go-round,
gibberish bound, belly-go-ground,
On the merry-go-round
wheezy tin sound, shaky beat pound, chatterboxing quite drowned
Ouch! Who threw that stone?
or fossil bone, lead-lined ice-cream cone.
Who threw that stone? Which stone?
The stone that hits, that hits the horse, the fairground horse, the painted horse,
And blinds one eye.
one painted eye, with eyelid blue, with eyeball green, with bloodshot white.
Who threw that stone?
Round, round, round,
Was it Spite? or Chance? or perhaps it was Play? Was it he, or she, was it they,
Who threw that stone?
Coiled round the horse, the painted horse with one blind eye,
Coiled round the horse, the serpent sings:
“Let one who is, who is without, is without sin, throw the first stone.”
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Lob
06:33
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LOB
(the wanton destruction of art)
“ The great Designer projects the millennium plan on a cyber sky and it is largely ignored ……”
At the potter’s wheel
muddy congeal, watery feel.
At the potter’s wheel
Who lobbed that glass?
quel sassy pass, the coup de grace
Who lobbed that glass? Which glass?
The glass that smashed, that smashed the work, a work of art
That smashed the work and spoiled the clay.
Round, round, round.
Is it real, or is it fake? Is it good, or, perhaps, it is great?
Will the mar-ket go down? Or go high
Saatchi buys, gets the lot.
Let one who hates, who hates creation, lob the first glass.
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Hurl
06:52
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HURL
(the wanton destruction of the environment)
“The great Strategist for the environment argues eloquently for radical action and is ignored”
In the whirlpool
spin pearly cool, swirling spool, vortex curl.
In the whirlpool who hurled that barb?
blade sharp shard, mark, a killer barb.
Who hurled that barb? Which barb?
The barb that strikes, that strikes the shark, the basking shark,
And cuts the flesh.
The barb that strikes the gleaming skin, the silver back, the shining face, the slender fin,
Who hurled the barb And kills the shark?
Round, round, round.
“And all I ask, is a tall ship,
And a star to steer her by,
And the wheel’s kick, and the wind’s song…”*
Let one who is indifferent,
Let one who is unfeeling, and careless of the sea, hurl the first barb.
* John Masefield
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Pitch
08:25
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Instrumental
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Trigger
06:17
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TRIGGER
(the wanton destruction of planet earth)
“The great Leader heaps praise on the enlightened worker.
Industrious labour is rewarded by the pinning on of a medal.”
With the spinning of the earth
sacred earth, holy world, dancing world,
With the spinning of the earth
Who triggered that bomb?
to blazes gone, the burn beyond, the void that joins the love of God.
Who triggered that bomb? Which bomb?
The bomb that blows, all living things, all living things to Kingdom Come.
The bomb that blows, that blows the place, the whole darn place,
That blows the human race the wanton race, to Kingdom Come
Round, round, round,
Was it blood, or belief, or perhaps it was greed?
Was it she? Or he? Was it thee or was it me?
Let one who abandons, abandons all hope,
Trigger the last bomb…
Which bomb?
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Strike
15:07
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STRIKE
Blow away, blow away world,
Flake away, break away world.
Die away world.
Planet earth is dust. Tremble oh stars.
The moon, askew, mooches,
The sun tilts in a shimmy.
Mercury break-dances,
Venus will mess around,
Mars does ragtime,
Jupiter j-j-jives,
Saturn’s waters brood with an alluring flamenco,
Uranus dances a Two-step,
Neptune goes be-bop.
The Universe dances, dances, dances
As mister and missus Bourgeois Fleshy Couple fly, fly fly mounted on their husk,
And breathing air, oxygen, privately funded,
They fly to the new world
Where they dig, delve, till their garden green,
They sow, tend, reap their garden green.
And there’s the prettiest apple tree ever seen
‘Thou merry apple’ quoth humankind.
So it’s round, round, round.
And there’s the finest apple tree
That anyone did ever see.
Man thanks the Lord on bended knee.
The serpent coiled around the bough
Smiling at the man, and how!
Snake leads him on to break his vow,
The scaly wily serpent.
Man from the apple bites a bit,
And once again The Serpent Hit.
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Kate Westbrook London, UK
Kate's musical career began in the mid '70s when she joined the Mike Westbrook Brass
Band.
Kate has formed a new 7–piece group, The Granite Band to record and perform her latest work, GRANITE, inspired by Dartmoor and its granite quarries.
Kate's full Bio: www.westbrookjazz.co.uk/katewestbrook/kate_bio.shtml
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