Sunwhite Towers

by Nathan Fordyce-Wright

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1.
In academic thought surrounds, The library that holds all sounds, There's no resonate, I can't interpretate, Holding those eternal words, Of think then speak then take what's learned, Apply it all, Apply it to Rebound those words off holy page, Perception shifts, perspectives change, There's no communicate, I fail to kind relate, And yet there goes the spiral stairs, Lifting up the talent shared, Lift it all, Lift it to the Lord, My Lord, Don't smite this tower down, Don't muffle out fantastic sound, Lord, My Lord, I've heard those muffled words, Of those who speak so quietly to the Lord, My Lord, Don't take the bread out of the basket, Those who need so rarely ask for it, Lord, My Lord, I've heard that muffled cry, Of those who often kneel down to the Lord.
2.
The Master said to his Teeth, Drink down the turpentine, I swear it tastes like lemonade, I swear it tastes like wine, But his Teeth were far too wary, Of their Master's craven call, They seen his bastard like before in multitudes of falsely tall, So they took him to the bridge, The Queen said to her Teeth, Convince the Magistrate, To give the court up quickly now, Before the hour is getting late, But her Teeth were far too crafty, And saw their Queen's true cause, They'd felt her words pass through their bones a thousand times before, And so they took her to the bridge, The Baron said to his Teeth, I thought you'd stick around, Now off you've gone a-wandering, I'll soon release the hounds, But his Teeth were fast in chase, Pursuing Xanadu, Tracking old Vermilion, Recruiting haggard crew, And took them from the bridge, The Crew said to their Teeth, We've gone too far this time, Vermilion walls do not exist, We've stepped far out of line, But their Teeth would not permit, A mutiny aboard, They sent them ever seaward, A gift for Eldritch Lord, They flung them from the bridge, The Teeth said to themselves, At last we've found the place, Where turpentine is absent, Where Magistrate's disgraced, But they were far too brazen, Approaching Vermilion walls, They took the plunge unhonoured, Far from Xanadu tall, And so they rest beneath the bridge, ... I'll plug in my teeth, Gold, silver and amethyst, Bite down hard on the road, Welcome all to the show, Welcome now, welcome now.
3.
To have a room of one's own, Cut down and carve out new throne, To have a room of one's own, Brick by brick build up new home, Move aside, And make some room, We've got a secret safe from aristocracy, Slide back partition, see what pleasures wait for thee, Sleep in the gutter, refuse to see your family, Dive in the dumpster doesn't even bother me, Move aside, Make some room, Get out my garden you scum-fuck, Trampling my petunia, Don't care you've run out of cheap luck, Ears covered in la la la Lackadaisical expecting philanthropic, Oh change the topic, 'Cause you've been hungry so long, And I've got the key to Vermilion.
4.
Sent off, With that scolding, feeding hand, Conquest, In a brand new foreign land, No less, A million wait at their command, Fresh toff, Raised by rich and selfish man, The Magister Militum, Receive your orders fresh from propaganda steam machine, The Magister Militum, Keeping hands dirty so the plastic money keeping clean, The Magister Militum, Algorithmic battleship predicting how the war will go, The Magister Militum, Pop the cork and send them off, Welcome to a burnished low, Sent off, From Paraguay to old Peru, Conquest, You kill me or I'll kill you, No less, A million lost yet just a few, Fresh toffs, Line the caskets weaved anew.
5.
Wrens 03:49
Gather round now, See what I've found, Your grandfather's medals, Burnished ore, From under the ground, I found them in a box, Lain the under the dust, I held them in the loft, Help buff out the rust, Gather round now, Feed your grandpa, The metal's amorphous, Don't push him too far, And have you seen the battlefield, Flowers lost the quagmire, He's losing sense of what's real, Don't despair, Wrens line up on 'lectric wire, Looking onto funeral pyre, Billow higher, Billow higher, My Lord, if you had seen that fire, Raging across his mind, You would have known him, To be a desolate man, Lost within his memories, Fading fast and out of reach of his hand, You would have felt him, Lord, Sinking into gunpowder sand, What is that experience, Not remembering the core of who I am?
6.
Ravenscraig 04:40
Hello there, little twisting worm, I see you twisting round the bucket, Over under till you form the spiral stairs, Without a care, Lift your head into the air, Soon the rain will fall, And you burrow under earth, Into her arms, Dodge the doos, Caged beside the Anderson, Shelter built from tin-cat roof, Shrapnel proof, Cutting loose, Prize the antlers from the moose, Once upon a merry time, The Narrenschiff sailed down the Rhine, Into her arms, Take her arms, Enfold them, In a fresh new turn of phrase, Take her arms, Enfold them, In the way I misbehave, Take her arms, Enfold them, Cure her of her curse, Take her arms, Enfold them, In sullen Grecian urns, Professor Milne, Rest beside your record player, She'll change the sides, If you require, A steady touch, Ne'er ask too much, She'll return that call that's lost, To latency, He responded shakily, Into her arms, Ravenscraig, Whilst I am without a friend, We'll walk through Langtoon until the end, So steadily, Bristle through the brutish breeze, I swear I'll read that book, Whilst I nestle, Into her arms, Take her arms, Enfold them, In a fresh new turn of phrase, Take her arms, Enfold them, In the way I misbehave, Take her arms, Enfold them, Cure her of her curse, Take her arms, Enfold them, In sullen Grecian urns.
7.
Colossus 02:42
The Soft Machine lies broken and bust, And from its buckled frame rises Colossus, Sitting there, Growing from bamboo chute, To cryptozoological behemoth, All within the walls of Vermilion, Pornographic obsession with addicts and junkies, Watching the aftermath of orgies in Grecian hotel rooms, From a very safe, very secure distance, Safe with shooting pains and shaking arm, Blanketed by Reed's ECT-crusted jacket, In a Grecian hotel room, Crusted nerves, Exploring that pornographic obsession with addicts and junkies, Colossus is amorphous, A shifting, shapeless thing, Without hope of contact with the Teeth below, They construct Trojan dentature, To slide unto the toothless gums, Yet willing and able to watch it all from the safety of its perch, As thieves run swift from storefront doors, And trip upon the scattered Teeth, Which fell from shapeless mouths, Which fell from shapeless mouths, The Elder Pink Narcissus beckons Colossus down, To lounge a while within its pool, Of turpentine and cherry wine, He sees it as a challenge, To communicate perfectly and without mistake, The process of getting hooked, "It is a process of cumming so often and repeatedly, That you start to lose the thrill," He said from afar, "Till eventually you'll use your eyes," Colossus enjoyed its sight however, And would not give it up for an alternative, For it clambered from the Soft Machine, And would not clamber back down again, Therrier's sought to patch it up, Get it in working order, Providing quiet the boon to trade consumed, By Vermillion sailors, Lotos-Eaters, Through and through and through and through, The tall Colossus, Who sat so patiently, Awaiting something spectacular, Something we could not see.
8.
Davidson, What's happened to your eyes? Has there been a calamity? And yet to our surprise, Horrific, otherworldly, Premonition view, Battleship sinks, Off the coast of Peru, And now you sit amidst, The toil of few, Davidson, Titicut for you, Octavo, Waits for someone true, Turn the page, Octavo greets secretion hue, Turn the page, Sight returns anew, Davidson, Welcome back your sight, Don't overthink, We'll see that you're alright, Meeting friends accrued, His battleship sunk, Off the coast of Peru, And you sit amidst, The toil of few.
9.
10.
Oh, My Lord, Catastrophe, Has struck again, Poison in your shrine, Oh, My Lord, Cacophony, We'll see to it, Just drink that cherry wine, Oh our bones, We do decree, Calcium for you and me, And oh our eyes, Behold, The lands of gold, Don't my fingers feel, The subtle knife which took from we, And oh, I see, I see, There's nothing left in this decree, I tend towards the elephant, The elephant Colossus left, I'll tend his trunk so delicate, So delicate, The Meister said, Leave me be or leave me dead, I'm starvation artist, Hunger wed, Leave me be and let me rest, Within my cage of hay and lead, Oh our bones, We do decree, Calcium for you and me, And oh our eyes, Behold, The lands of gold, Don't my fingers feel, The subtle knife which took from we, And oh, I see, I see, There's nothing left in this decree, Oh our sweet, Sweet old walls, Holding red and sweet well meant, And oh our cruel, Cruel bones, Calcium decaying home, Don't my fingers touch, The god with crumbled down to dust, And oh, I see, I see, There's no-one left but you and me, My Lord, My Lord, My Lord, My Lord, assassinated, Come to the gates of Vermilion, We've got everything you'll need, Come to the gates of Vermilion, Follow in the steps of the Teeth, My Lord, My Lord, My Lord, My Lord, assassinated, My Lord, assassinated, My Lord, assassinated,
11.
Vermilion 02:04
Vermilion, The carvings of Xanadu spilling out fantastic words with untold pleasure and an enthusiastic verve, Murmur onto me those Dead Sea Scrolls, Wrapped up tightly in geriatric hold, Always, always, always, There's a similar part of them, Their door no actuality, Just a concept formed from misplaced spirituality, So take a hold, Take a tight old hold, On that which is mis-told, Repeated in the stories by those who rise up in the cold, Constant in their structure which constantly erodes, Until those walls Vermilion fall down to merchant sold, A sullen price to pay, No time to simply lay, Down in that bed of grass, Where Xanadu does sway, Some great spirituality, Comes when the doorways marry me, Through to unseen possibilities postulating unproven cosmic theories, So take me to the river, Take me to the verve, Take me to that river, Where Vermilion tides curl.

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released July 8, 2022

Written, Performed and Produced by Nathan Fordyce-Wright
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