MELTED (Wyly Chris Parsons: lyrics and vocals & Alex Sacui: guitar)
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Ripe 'n Ready LOGO, ART DIRECTION: client
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The Green Knight POSTER, PHOTO MANIPULATION, WEB DESIGN, WEB PROGRAMMING: Alex Sacui
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personal work
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MUSIC: Asylum Street Spankers
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PAINTING: Alex Sacui
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ILLUSTRATION: Alex Sacui
where has the wind lost its way?
where has the breeze hidden the waves?
the moons reflection in the ripples used to sway...
why...
why has the wind taken them away?
without a whispering breeze...
recalling melodies out of seas...
the fruit won't begin its dance...
from branch to branch into my hands.
in whose metal lungs does the wind moan trapped?
who sinks through darkness with a fish on his back?
only the shadow sees silent secrets held in memories
yes.
you are the peaches i'll bake into a pie...
no need to add sugar...
you're perfectly ripe.
i'll find a tune for my horn blow.
if the wind won't shake you down i'll start my own storm.
yes. yes. yes. YES. yes.
root TOOT TOOT...
my trombone calls for you.
root TOOTTOOT...
my dear...
dear dear...
dear fat fruit.
root TOOT...
toot toot toot...
two heavy horns turned toward the call...
in extreme surprise at the loud uproar.
their bewildered owner answers all calls punctually, directly, discreetly and absolutely indiscriminately.
the owner of these fine horns is a civilized beast...
a gentler soul in this world does not exist.
his numerous reputable friends...
have on many occasion upheld his reputation...
and followed in admiration of no ends.
if by chance the admired happened to jump a bench in haste...
his admirers would applaud his taste.
on his cue they would all take to the air...
only over the bench would they think to sail.
if by chance the admired charged away in a rush...
aiming for a trombone with intent to crush...
his admirers might perhaps shed a tear.
as for me...
well...
i’d duck out of fear.
the sound of a trombone taking refuge unexpectedly might be heard for miles beyond its vicinity if the case would happen to be that rushed aim was off by an inch or three.
rain...
rain...
rain peaches from the sky.
with the help of music critics i'll bake my pie.
dizzy...
dizzy...
dizzy they may sometimes be...
music critics may yet be of use to me.
you are the peaches i'm bringing home tonight...
you've been sweetened by gentle moonlight.
the wind has not recently whispered tunes for you...
but i hope my horn has brought your juices to bloom.
in my imagination i can taste the melody you'll be harmonizing in the pie eventually.
your smell alone will more than suffice...
to tantalize neighbors for miles and miles...
miles and miles...
and miles.
aa daa dii diiii daadaa.
i'm togaadaa widd ma sisdaa aad blaadaa.
aa daa dii daadaa daadaaaa.
we try to staad up baad is haad.
ba da da da...
ba da da da.
we aa seriously workinh we aa naad heaa do play.
baadaa daa daadaa.
when we faa down we aa heaa for each aadaa.
ba da di di du...
ba di di du.
laa daa diidii daadii daa diidii duu.
one day ma lilla sisdaa staid up till i counded do doo.
la di di da di di da di di do.
no known science can classify the power of the polarized magnets in your eyes.
your subatomic fibers resonate a beat...
that echoes in my heart when our frequencies meet.
all of your quantifiable characterstics i've analyzed...
their quality exceeds anything i recognize.
i'm certain beyond iota of doubt...
today...
today...
yes today a new species i've found.
mysteriously...
you seem to be oblivious to me...
but after all...
mystery is your predominant quality.
from now on i'll spend my time at your side...
researching and recording behavior patterns of your life.
what i've decoded today has no parallel...
you radiate limitless energy out
of every cell.
your preoccupied attention does puzzle a bit...
but nothing that puzzles ever sang as sweet.
the wind out of my lungs escaped without return...
the moment fate snatched you my heart was torn.
ultraviolet radar from the ends of the galaxy...
returned conclusive evidence that you'd been stolen from me.
when i saw you captive...
i could barely control...
multiple inverse explosions detonating my soul.
i carefully calculated the best way to set you free:
the brute beside you would have to fall from the tree.
aquarium fish launched with passionate velocity...
tend to produce an impact not forgotten easily.
the piranha...
a species both aquarium trained and monstrously fierce...
will slash through his flesh and leave him in tears.
one will rip him apart clean to the bone... the second will nibble the rest 'til he's gone.
locked...
loaded...
and aimed his recompense has been launched.
don't move...
don't sway...
just a second don't budge...
while punishment descends...
piranhas with a grudge.
missed?
opportunity lost!
accomplishment failed.
attempt derailed.
my plan curtailed.
oh!
and...
at what a cost?
slowly the monster turns it's eyes towards me...
wiith greed in his smile...
what does he see?
what does he see in me?
what barbariac schemes does his primitive nevous system percolate?
slashed...
diced...
shreded...
pureed...
crushed like wine grapes...
will be his fate.
a true lie...
i calculate.
star fall shower light dense black...
drowned honey butter soft...
silence melts...
...lost in time...
year followed year.
nights echoed days leaving a silence surprisingly clear.
how long had i been following the same footsteps again and again?
same cans i emptied...
same cans i returned.
youth had flown with not a single thing yet learned.
then from nowhere, it hit...
interrupted my step...
eyes crystalized frozen...
a terrified beast whined as it backed up and wept.
with many voices approached screaming and growls.
upon me descended a hideous mountain of howls.
without reason it had suddenly come...
within a moment it passed.
what had been taken from me in the chaotic unrest?
was anything left?
the friends i had known...
any stability i'd been shown...
distance without warning erased.
nothing it left me...
not a thing of my own.
i grasped at the air before it too had flown.
a plastic bag from the trash can was the best i could find...
to fill up my pocket...
and ease up my mind.
a window reflection...
is all that saved me from being alone...
walking the world...
lost with no home.
in the reflection was happiness,
kindness and peace.
i fell into rhythym singing...
bouncing with bliss.
fame spread and soon everyone knew.
from far and wide they brought their friends to see the joyful work that i do.
if i just pushed a little harder...
if i concentrated on being skillful and fast...
could i recapture what's hidden by the past?
without my command...
with minds of their own...
the scissors raced alongside the comb and shred into thin air any hair before to the floor it had flown.
behind me i heard my adoring audience
swooning with screams to see such a talent never imagined in dreams.
their voices errupted...
the room and the walls all rang at their sound...
while i dived deeper into concentration...
not distracted by the new success i had found.
a lightning like bolt froze in my spine...
a flash of recognition blackened my mind.
i'd heard this before...
this was not new.
the previous disaster rumbled and rolled back into view.
this time everything was bigger...
louder...
uglier...
mean to the core...
surrounded and trapped...
i had no chance to run for the door.
i dodged...
ducked...
pulled back from swipe after swipe...
escaping by inches with only my life.
crowds in the distance gathered to witness my end...
when luck arrived with a fortunate moment to lend.
a moment is all i needed...
a moment is all i got...
it came and it passed.
with the struggle called off...
before any blood...
the spectators sighed and showed me their backs.
alone i found myself shivering in fear...
none standing by me...
nobody near.
the scissors i put in the pocket next to the bag...
my only possessions...
all that i had.
within a blink the silence disappeared.
a rain thundered around me...
a deluge of attacks...
horns blasted at me sending the pavement into cracks.
outnumbered...
surrounded with nowhere to turn...
no time to run...
i broke off a window wiper...
to stand and defend myself...
and perhaps...
perhaps have some fun.
for years and years i fought...
day after night...
night into day...
without food or drink...
a moment's rest...
or a single word to say.
the more they pushed...
the stronger i stayed track.
everything thrown my way...
was conducted precisely and vigorously back.
a harmony was born from the blasting missiies of noise...
combined and orchestrated with cunning dexterity and poise.
a burning crescendo dived into delicate hum...
floated...
gurgled and whistled...
whispered and sang.
with flourish a wall of horns
sudden ending rang.
no one remained...
not one was left who was not most pleased.
i bowed before the applause for many days and nights...
if not perhaps weeks, months or years.
a hush from the distance darkened like clouds...
and threw a shadow of silence over the crowds.
the beast i thought defeated approached yet once again.
ever more hideous...
covered all in heads...
ten times more bold...
with eyes more cold...
determined to rob the hope i hold.
i put the window wiper in my pocket next to the scissors and the bag...
trying to hold on to the last thing...
the last thing in the world i had.
the little screamers popped off when i pulled.
they were tossed into separate windows...
tossed each one by one as fast and carefully as i could.
upon landing a smile calmed each and every face...
as if something long missing...
had finally fallen...
fallen in its place.
two heads remained...
the beast was weaker but rabid now with rage...
flailing blindly and then snorting...
tearing straight my way.
i wrestled a piece off...
it kicked wailing in my arms...
until it smiled demurely...
entrusted in the care of a passerby...
with certain lovely
charms.
i realized now what should be done...
to end it all for good.
if i found the beast a loving home...
then perhaps it'd stop being quite so rude.
i wrestled and i pulled...
but the monster was too strong.
it retreated into darkeness...
leaving the whisper of a song.
your night will come...
the wind will bring...
black clouds enraged your way...
and you will find youself before...
forgoten ghosts of yesterday.
outside the door you left behind...
a shadow of your past...
you are no longer who you were...
below the sun that saw you last.
take out the bag you carry...
break windshield wiper now in two...
cut off a chunk of hair...
and don't despair.
the song i sing is guidance...
it will tell you what to do.
hide your eyes...
your nose...
your face...
and pin the rest in place...
ring now the bells...
the castle gates...
will open to the one who stands and waits.
the princess bowed...
the thief was stunned...
perplexed by what he found.
the song from darkness whispered...
and now he heard the sound:
we are all caged deep down within you...
and follow every step...
we are your thoughts...
we see and hear...
but know not what to do.
alone sometimes you may think you are...
we are always here with you.
what mystery now watches you?
is there perhaps intent?
no word...
no explanation...
have with this guest been sent.
are you right in your assumption...
to think you are alone?
no one exists who understands
the weight your shoulders own.
uninvited comedy...
misguided in it's sense...
why is it here?
to mock you?
to hold you in a trance?
against the song the thief rebelled
and tried to end the words
streaming of their own accord...
raining down with tender voice...
tender voice of birds.
behind thick door...
in darkness...
the mystery was hid from sight...
was there a chance...
a chance to flee...
to flee what had come to light?
forget he tried...
but could not...
the words now thumped in both their ears:
why try to flee?
you can not...
don't you remember?
you're not the one who holds the key.
fight...
fight...
fight...
fight...
fight as you might...
outside light...
you'll never see.
untrapped thunder broke out...
ripping through the walls...
no brick uncracked...
stood in its place...
nothing remained that did not fall.
released...
the the fracture flew free.
you and i are left...
when everything is gone...
just you and i and anything you hold against me...
anything i've done wrong.
anything still falling...
anything coming down from the sky...
anything that tempts you...
is all that stands between you and i.
the present holds the future...
the past is dead and gone...
with no walls to hold us from each other...
no doubts are left...
not one.
not in darkness...
does unanswered question hide...
i have you...
and you have me...
and all else i've held inside...
is finally set free.
