Melochromania Records

03/18/2024

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l7N2wssse14

Louis Armstrong & his All Stars live in Berlin 1965Bass -- Arvell ShawClarinet -- Eddie ShuDrums -- Danny BarcelonaPiano -- Billy KyleSax -- Eddie ShuTrombon...

03/18/2024

Man is just a piece of technology fitted with animal parts
The Son of the unbeliever and the pious woman
Earth shatters when he breaks wind
metal tatters like wheat-graw

I AM EARTH MADE MAN AND I’M COMING OVER FOR DINNER TONIGHT

03/18/2024

No coin shall prosper on this plane
No ball shall roll in his cursed name
The daggers crooked in my wake
take back the oceans from the sea
The bluest home of blue mystique
No one can twist Samael’s sweet dreams
For I am El And he be I
oh star that visits on nights sublime
Can only be but mother’s milk
when Lucy spoke of holy simple songs
I saw Orion beam them down
who pens the tunes future’s past?
Who pens them on our spheres of glass?

03/18/2024

Gematria, the living lie
The code of codes
The death sublime
Do we fight back ? Or let its order dictate us?
The dogs that sniff our pupils
Keep waiting for their patrons
They take us down to dressing rooms
Where gowns await our contours
A doll that grins may soon require
A test of a**l nature
And all throughout the caged trolleys
The children rent themselves for pleasure

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03/18/2024

THE CONSTRUCTION OF PYRAMIDS
NOT YET BUILT, 12,000 YEARS AGO
HINGES ON A HAIRCUT
AN ECLIPSE, A MUTILATION
HOW DOES ONE BECOME BORN AFTER A MANY DEATHS?
HOW DOES ONE DIE AFTER SO MANY LIVES ?
THE RIVER IS THE HIGHWAY,
ON WHICH I DROVE SUSIE TO THE DRIVE-IN
THE MONGOLS CROSSED THE HIMALAYAS WHILE OUR STALE POPCORN FELL BETWEEN THE VINYL SEATS
WAS I YET TO BECOME A SON OF KHAN LIKE THE ONE ON THE SCREEN?
OR HAD I BEEN THE SON OF MAN
ALL IN FUTURE’S PAST ?
TIME, YOU STEELY LAD
YOU SORCERER OF MAIDENS
GOLDEN DOMINION OF FACES THAT ONLY SHOWS IN TWOS
THE WHISTLING MIND, OH HOW IT GROWS
DOES IT RECALL HOW THE TUNE GOES ?
THE TUNE OF THE SEA
THE SUN AND SEA ARE THE SEQUENCE
THEY ARE THE BASIS
THEY ARE OUR FUTURE
THE GALLEYS
OUR ONLY TIME MACHINES

03/18/2024

A CAR ONCE TOLD ME TO GET MY ACT TOGETHER
NO, NOT WITH WORDS BUT WITH ITS GLANCE
A TREE ONCE DROVE ME RIGHT INTO MY SECOND DIVORCE
A CHAPEL ONCE CALLED MY NAME IN A WINTER’S MORNING
I TUNED OUT ALL THE SIGNS
WITH BRAHMS’ VIOLIN CONCERTO

BUT NOW I MISS THAT CAR’S GLANCE
THAT TREE AND I SHOULD REALLY GRAB THAT DRINK
AND I’M FINALLY READY TO FACE THE CHAPEL HOUSE SOBER
LIKE AN OX, LIKE A HERRING, LIKE A SWOLLEN FOOL

03/18/2024

THE ILLUMINATING ANGEL
THE DELINEATING ONE

WHO NEEDS HIM ?
WE HAVE BANKS
WE HAVE BLANK CHECKS
WE HAVE GRANTS
STUDENT LOANS
401K’S AND DENTS ON OUR NEW CAR DOORS

WHERE DID YOU SAY HE COMES FROM ?
IS HE A SIMULATION OR ARE WE HIS OWN KIN ?

HE BRINGS ABOUT CHANGE, DISORDER AND PEACE
HE IS PUBLIC ENEMY NUMBER ONE, BUT NO ONE’S HEARD OF HIM
AS LONG AS HE BELIEVES IN DEATH HE’S ONE OF US
AS LONG AS HE BELIEVES IN CHILD BIRTH HE’S A PAL
AS LONG AS HE DRINKS COLD LEMONADES HE’S HUMAN

WHITMAN WARNED US, THIS F**K-FACE CONTAINS MULTITUDES
WHEN WILL HE CHECK MATE OUR LITTLE ASSES
AND SEND US HOME IN BODYBAGS?
WHEN WILL HE MAKE US LIVE IN OUR WELL EARNED WELLS OF INGLORIOUS DOOM ?

03/18/2024

Pieces end through me
The great dance
The little crystals
Balloons on rundown chests
Adoring faint believers
endless joyful juices
Martyr and woman
Ball and child
Void and spectre
Void and all

03/18/2024

I’VE SEEN FEAR IN THE EYES OF MEN
AS HOSPITAL BEDS FLOAT ONTO THE RIVER’S BEND
FROM GANGES TO THE MISSISSIPPI
THE LOOK’S THE SAME
IN THE EYES OF MEN
THE FORFEITED CROSSES FEW WILL BEAR
THE WATER STREAMING
FLOWING THROUGH THIS BEARD OF HAIR
CONTINUOUS AS THE WINTER’S SONG
THE FLOW
THE FLUX
NOW FLEXES ON OUR NAVAL SHIP
THE STRATA ADJUSTS IT’S WEIGHT TO THE RIVER’S BEND
A RIVER WITH NO END
A RIVER WITH NO TIME
A RIVER FOR THE SACRED AND THEIR SWINE

03/18/2024

DONOR

YOU’RE A DONOR OF PROPHECY
YOU’RE A DONOR OF SURPLUS GLORY
BLUE MANKIND CAN REST ASSURED
REST ASSURED GOD’S GHOULS ARE FIGHTING
THE LONG FIGHT
THAT LONG NIGHT OF PERCEPTION
I GOT A FEELING HEAVEN’S WEAVING
WEAVING TALES OF SOLID STRIFE
AND USING US AS PAWN SACRIFICES
AS PAWN ORIFICES IN A TWISTED GAME OF LOVE
PATHETIC AS WE ARE
OUR GLORY HAS BEEN PROMISED
THE CALAVERAS WILL ARRIVE
IN THE MISTY STILL OF NIGHT

03/18/2024

‘THE VOLUME GLASS’

THE VOLUME GLASS ERUPTS
A MOMENTARY RIBBON
A VOCAL CEMENTARY

CORRECT AND STILL AS BOWERY THRILL
VALENCIA COMES TO MIND,
TWAS VENICE NOT THE MORE APPROPRIATE PLACE?
A HOLDER HOLDS THE CASPIAN SEA
BATHED IN PEPPERED SEPIA VIOLET
THE SEAT WITHIN ENCASED
THE THRONE, THE SEAT, THE WHOLE OF FIREY BRIM

CASUAL WAS THE WAVE
CASUAL WERE THE BRAVE
CASUAL WERE THE BAKED MAN’S ASSURANCES
FORMAL WERE THE TOTAL PLATITUDES

03/18/2024

MAN OF THE MOMENT

To become the man of the moment…
One must be the man of this and every moment
To know woman and her intentions
And leave them readily discarded
A child who can determine the fate of others
Is in the moment and of the moment.
When one simply “is” “of” the moment
You can father children of the moment,
And synchronously father and son
Can mold time as the divine forseer’s
They willed themselves to be.

03/18/2024

Judas In Belgrade

In the yellow evening
You ain’t gonna see that man’s face anymore
In the shallow water
You ain’t gonna hear that man’s voice anyhow
In this hollow bayou
You ain’t gonna feel that grasp anymore

But on this eve
I heard him gasping for air

He looks like Julius Caesar
on that horse he rides

He looks like Eli Wallach
With a gun in each hand

He looks like Christ the savior
With that crown on his head

He looks like general Custer
With a sword in his hand

He looks like Moses
On the mountain
With those tablets by his side

He looks like general Patton
With both his boots on tight

He looks like Medgar Evers
With that gunshot in his back

He looks like Judas in Belgrade
With that whip in his hand

03/18/2024

Flesh of my flesh
What a doll does in her humble abode is of no consequence
She dreams in hollow diamond color schemes
sounds and scenes of joy
her buoyant self carries water through any jungle
By asphalt or lushly greeneries
Like Godiva with her wheels of Snow
The tumbling gods roar and flash their funny little heads
The game is peaking right around halftime
While the adoring ones look out on shredded doorsteps
A false patent given without permission from our dear beloved Serbian friend
the shameless tamper with our earth’s resolve
The brunt of it shall fall on live corruptors
in our sacred golden dawn
Manipulators of star-like compatriots
Become companions on a broken ship
Save not your crooked selves or your weaning souls
for there is not a second chance.
Just June twenty-thirds’
dark light glow and shadow

03/18/2024

Identities

Some people aren’t persons
They are but coordinates
Coordinates by which they hang identities
Identities
such as our own
when these coordinates are no longer here
orphan selves wander round’ to find new coordinates

For our diminished selves
Take thine will and rush it
Focus on the right tall ship
And gather by its oar
the stow away becomes
the safest batter

03/18/2024

HE SEEKS TO BE THE INVISIBLE MAN
INVISIBLY ABSENT TO ALL HIS LEARNED CHILDREN
HE SETS THEM ON A PATH AND HIDES BEHIND HIS ANCIENT VIOLIN
OR PERHAPS A COLD RIZZOTO FROM TWO NIGHTS AGO
HE’S FATHER TO 5 AND THERE FOR NO ONE
THE PROMISE OF A NEW CONCERTO SUCKS UP ALL HIS MINUTES BY THE HOUR

03/18/2024

On a Certain date of a certain spring
I appear to be king
And men are but animated stones around me
Performing labors unknown
Wide eyed cracker-jack eating proletarians in a maze
A maze-like jar where only top-flight cars fit within

Leather gloves are left unattended
On the way to the Mondrian exhibit
At the new wing of the old museum, once itself modern
Once cutting edge, now invisibly kept alive for the kids from Rome
Who arrive today at a quarter past four

03/18/2024

MY OLD ROMANOV FACE


DARK IS MY CROWN
AND HEIGHTENED ARE MY VISIONS
MINE IS THE FLAG OF NERVE AND INTUITION
THE PARTY TUGS IN LOCKSTEP REPETITION
AND I ALONE OBSERVE THE WATCHFUL HORDE’S INCISIONS
FROM CENTER STAGE IN TIME IMMEMORIAL

I AM THAT IVORY DEITY
I STRIP, I SLIDE
I CROSS PATHS WITH TIME IN ALL ITS AGES

AMNESIACS AWAIT MY LONELY WORD
THE OLD ROMANOV FACE IS ALL THEY SEE
CLING HIGH ON TO MY OLD GREY ROBES
FOR THEY’RE STRONGER THAN THEY LOOK
CLING ON TO MY MANY PENDANTS
THERE’S SURELY ONE FOR EVERY ONE OF YE