pátek, dubna 13, 2007

Four Winds Bar II: O těch z hvězd

Tímhle textem možná měla rubrika Four Winds Bar začínat. Už letitá píseň Astronomy od hodně podivné americké kapely Blue Öyster Cult je, jak napsal Apache v jednom článku na svém blogu, "úžasně melodická kompozice, vznosný hymnus plný zneklidňujících (lovecraftovských) obrazů". Weird, weird tale.....

Clock strikes twelve and moondrops burst
Out at you from their hiding place
Like acid and oil on a madman’s face
His reason tends to fly away
Like lesser birds on the four winds
Like silver scrapes in May
And now the sands become a crust
Most of you have gone away

Come Susie dear, let’s take a walk
Just out there upon the beach
I know you’ll soon be married
And you’ll want to know where winds come from
Well it’s never said at all
On that map that Carrie reads
Behind the clock back there you know
At the Four Winds Bar

Four winds at the Four Winds Bar
Two doors bought and windows barred
One door to let to take you in
The other one just mirrors it

Hellish glare and inference
The other one’s a duplicate
The Queenly flux, eternal light
Or the light that never warms
Yes, the light that never, never warms
Or the light that never
Never warms
Never warms
Never warms

The clock strikes twelve and moondrops burst
Out at you from their hiding place
Miss Carrie nurse and Susie dear
Would find themselves at the Four Winds Bar

It’s the nexus of the crisis
And the origin of storms
Just the place to hopelessly
Encounter time and then came me

Call me Desdinova
Eternal light
These gravely digs of mine
Will surely prove a sight
And don’t forget my dog
Fixed and consequent

A star

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