Finally, I’ve found some music I can recommend. So much hiphop today is total, total crap, but this is some really strange voodoo dancehall, that finally wrests Afro-Caribbean music out of the grasp of the christian/rasta context and takes it somewhere else really strange, who would ever imagine a dancehall tune about Crowley? Padre Engo, some very unusual stuff.
I’m watching the 7 Faces of Doctor Lao, he comes riding into town puffing his opium pipe. Probably offensive to see Tony Randell playing a Chinese stereotype, but I couldn’t help but notice that he plays a couple of different gnostic saints, Tony plays Merlin the magician, which is nothing strange, and Pan, but then he’s also Apollonius of Tyana, who is a fortune teller who tells people just what they don’t want to hear! No wonder he got upstaged by that Jesus guy. “Childless you are, and childless you will remain.”
Languishing in the corner, legs rotted and fallen off,
Arms outstreteched, such lust for result,
Brains! Brains!
Single minded pursuit, dragging bloody torso with screeching nails
Stay the course, brains! Brains! Brains!
Already clawed through an estimated 665,000 corpses, but not enough,
Brain!!
A whirling cyclone of millions of electrons,
Billions of glasses of water over decades,
Miles of skin, shed and regrone,
The serpent intestine that spans the globe,
IO Pan, IO Pan, electron Pan, Eye Ay Am.
Lap the tide,
the scarlet ide,
idle days,
but saturn pays
despite the delay,
sword in hand,
at my command,
cackle you gnome,
I’ll send you back home,
if you can’t serve my word.
Tell all your friends,
The undines, the trolls,
The sprites and the demons,
phantoms, shells and fiends,
take the lead and bake into gold,
the outstreched talons of the old saints,
waiting for their own blood to rain down
on them from the great above.
Some people live life in the fear of burn,
But I open my mouth wide to the sun.
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