ok lyrics by poor old willy: doubt anyone is gone read this but hey you never know. Anyway this is from a oldham song which he stole from d.h. lawrence. Ive listented to the song time and again but just checked out the lyrics....It kind of goes to the last post about not just being part of your body but actually being it. Anyway the lyrics dont do justice so go listen to as much Palace Brothers and his various other work. ok And he says : I never have seen them before,
These people of flesh ;
These are no spirits caught and sore
In the physical mesh.
They are substance itself, that flows in thick
Flame of flesh forever travelling
Like the flame of a candle, slow and quick
Fluttering and softly unravelling.
It moves, it ripples, and all the time
It changes, and with it change
Moods, thoughts, desires, and deeds that chime
With the rippling fleshly change.
I never saw them, how they must soften
Themselves with oil and lard
Their guts with a certain fat, and often
Laugh, and laugh hard.
If they didn't, if they did not soften
Themselves with oil and lard
Their guts with a certain fat, and often
Laugh, and laugh hard
They would not be men, and they must be men,
They are their own flesh. I lay
In the tomb and was not ; I have risen again
To look the other way.
Lo ! I am flesh, and the blood that races
Is me in the narrows of my wrists.
Lo, I see fear in the twisted faces
Of men, they clench fear in their fists !
Lo ! on the other side of the grave
I have conquered the fear of death,
But the fear of life is still here ; I am brave
Yet I fear my own breath.
Now I must conquer the fear of life,
The knock of the blood in my wrists,
The breath that rushes through my nose, the strife
Of desires in the loins' dark twists.
What do you want, wild loins ? and what
Do you want, warm heart ? and what
Wide eyes and wondering spirit ? not
Death, no not death for your lot !
They ask, and they must be answered ; they
Are, and they shall, to the end.
Lo ! there is woman, and her way is a strange way,
I must follow also her trend.
ps....serious jesus jive in here , which trust me is not the intent, just as above
These people of flesh ;
These are no spirits caught and sore
In the physical mesh.
They are substance itself, that flows in thick
Flame of flesh forever travelling
Like the flame of a candle, slow and quick
Fluttering and softly unravelling.
It moves, it ripples, and all the time
It changes, and with it change
Moods, thoughts, desires, and deeds that chime
With the rippling fleshly change.
I never saw them, how they must soften
Themselves with oil and lard
Their guts with a certain fat, and often
Laugh, and laugh hard.
If they didn't, if they did not soften
Themselves with oil and lard
Their guts with a certain fat, and often
Laugh, and laugh hard
They would not be men, and they must be men,
They are their own flesh. I lay
In the tomb and was not ; I have risen again
To look the other way.
Lo ! I am flesh, and the blood that races
Is me in the narrows of my wrists.
Lo, I see fear in the twisted faces
Of men, they clench fear in their fists !
Lo ! on the other side of the grave
I have conquered the fear of death,
But the fear of life is still here ; I am brave
Yet I fear my own breath.
Now I must conquer the fear of life,
The knock of the blood in my wrists,
The breath that rushes through my nose, the strife
Of desires in the loins' dark twists.
What do you want, wild loins ? and what
Do you want, warm heart ? and what
Wide eyes and wondering spirit ? not
Death, no not death for your lot !
They ask, and they must be answered ; they
Are, and they shall, to the end.
Lo ! there is woman, and her way is a strange way,
I must follow also her trend.
ps....serious jesus jive in here , which trust me is not the intent, just as above