The Tower of Song

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With more skat
than a stray cat
can poke his eyeballs at
the punk
in the Midnight Choir
starts to twist and shout
Yet …
the All in All
all too beautiful
for even a bird on a wire
to sing about
Like that
concert hall in Vienna
where your lips
were so warm and wet
Getting a feel
of the real deal
… that love thing
Upon a mission
a royal commission
seeking foremost
the rock solid Kingdom
It all starts from within
Seizing the living moment
Best be in it
to win

And Leonard Cohen
he’s moved on
to the Tower of Song

To find truth
without love
or at least a trace
of faith and hope
like trying to climb
the highest peak
of Mount Everest
naked
without oxygen
or even a rope
Not saying it can’t be done
but man …
sounding much like
a clanging gong
in the Temple
of a world gone wrong
Or have I found
that love thing?
From the mire
of the dire basement
that we’re standing in
try as you might
to sight the heavens
across the endless skies
Far better
in the light
seeing the world
through heaven’s eyes
Heart and Soulful
Holy Mindfulness
is the rightful place
where we all belong

And Leonard Cohen
he’s moved on
to the Tower of Song

I too
have tried
in my way
to be free
If it be your will
then let it be
Yet
here on earth
they sentenced me
to forty years of mayhem
for spying
the celebrants
of sin
Tell me
where does
this world end
and the next begin?
Because
I don’t like your
toxic culture mister
And I don’t like
the choir
you’re singing in
I don’t like Big Brother’s
twisted little sister
The King
of everything
He’s coming back
He’s coming to reward them
The King of hearts
and minds
the Prince of Peace
returning
But first
we seek the Kingdom
Then let freedom ring

And Leonard Cohen
he’s moved on
to the Tower of Song

I’ve been buried
and I’ve been dug up
I call it grace amazing
You called it dumb luck
And thank you
for those items
that you sent me
The stone monkey
and the ink
under my skin
I’ve tunnelled
towards the light
and now I’m ready
First
we occupy the Kingdom
then
let the revolution begin

Yes … Jesus was a sailor
when he walked upon the water
Seeking the lost at sea
and the drowning
The stranger
the gambler
and me

And Leonard Cohen
he’s sailing on
to the Tower of Song

Through all
the rise and fall
the pulp fiction
from hell’s kitchen
I really like
to walk
that tightrope, baby
I really like
to hear
those Sirens sing
But to see that nightmare
of deception
prowling through creation
Jesus told us
yes he told us
Kingdom starts with

Remember me?
I use to to live
without rhyme or reason
Remember me?
I plugged your Hi-Fi in
You loved me as a loser
You’d hate
to ever see me win
With Christ Jesus
my ship has finally
come in
No longer tied
to a kitchen chair
With a Glory
and a broken Hallelujah!
But first
we take the Kingdom
Losing it all to win

And Leonard Cohen
he’s moved on
to the Tower of Song

I’m counselled
by a whisper
from the heavens
Once I was blinded
by visions in a spin
Now it’s …
So long Chicken Maryland
That frozen turkey
who nearly did me in
For now I’m guided
by the beauty of creation
and a thirst
for the Kingdom
where I first heard
those angels sing
Jesus told us
yes he told us
Kingdom begins within

And Leonard Cohen
he’s singing along
from the Tower of Song

~ by David B. Redpath © 2017-20

Artwork;
‘La Musica Sacra’
~ by Luigi Mussini

Photography:
David B. Redpath © 2017-20

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2,006 thoughts on “The Tower of Song”

  1. the horns loud and clear
    objectives of common life
    rats running, bugs and children
    farmers planting crops in the soil
    packing seed in the sewer at night
    backward and forward center searching
    to-and-fro in all directions, evermore about to be

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    1. Whilst spawning
      in a synchronised fashion
      Coral will bud off her polyp
      oblivious to anyone watching
      A full moon in November
      always gets her going
      Primal espresso is the journey
      reproduction is the destination
      Many a foolhardy tourist
      exploring underwater
      flora and fauna-cation
      has come to grief
      so proceed with care when diving
      her Great Barrier Reef
      on your next antipodean vacation

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  2. Placebo Township is so gray that colorful birds never visit
    of course, there are crows, ravens, and sparrows on harvest week
    —————————–harvest week,
    they uncover the face of the tap root
    just as Christ has slapped the face
    of death
    Christ has slapped the tap root
    victory through violence
    (+) firstborn bird

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    1. No longer dancing
      with those stones of grey
      No more spreading
      the processed mayo
      from a town called Placebo
      I now thank the Lord
      every single day
      for the multiple blessings
      with all the salad dressings
      that come my way
      Death is timing it out
      on a cold bench in the dugout
      despite a life spent and bent
      in the multifaceted art
      of going astray
      I have been spared
      on many occasion
      far too many to mention
      to breathe the air
      free of conspiracy and fear
      in the getting of wisdom
      The soul released
      with the gift of inner peace
      That’s about all I’ve got to say

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    1. Once upon a time in Placebo Town
      everything was hip and groovy
      all the way from dusk till dawn
      like a retro Quentin Tarantino movie
      filmed by the rivers of Babylon
      But … as with that Harry Potter saga
      daylight soon became twilight
      as each installment grew darker
      The night manager loves that taste
      of chaos mixed with high drama
      Life and death is but a screen test
      . . . a movie trailer for the hereafter

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  3. standing outside heaven naked
    empty handed and broken hearted
    clothing be made from righteous acts
    woven
    of the countless acts of faithful obedience
    the great apes blind to the visible kingdom
    deaf to the song of the heavenly multitude
    blind to the dazzling whiteness of purity
    standing outside heaven naked
    empty handed
    broken hearted

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  4. the night porter called
    said that he felt a tad bit sad
    the night porter and leftover me
    we went through the younger years
    back when men used the Bible as a weapon
    broken bones and rectal scars
    he lived in the shadows
    I was on the stage
    nightly miracles
    cash upfront
    (+) I could deactivate the orbitofrontal cortex

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  5. Adam walking around in a circle
    God begs him to make the present the past
    Eve like a drunk monkey weaving and zigzagging
    time passed was on her mind, make yesterday today
    citizens from Placebo Town lined up on the river’s shore
    making faces and igniting fireworks to scare away tourists

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    1. Adam’s foundation of yesterday
      is blowing in the wind
      like a scarecrow in a tornado
      Just a down and out hobbo
      begging for coins
      on the mean streets of Placebo
      Tomorrow stands naked
      at the crossroads
      wondering which way to go
      as today is refusing to pay the bill
      for a short stay
      at the Honeymoon Hotel

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  6. down the highway
    female bodies littering both sides
    gender wrappers
    past the reform school for victims
    over the bridge of menstruation
    down the highway
    where men wear their underwear on the outside
    afraid of almost everything
    sharp teeth and marriage
    insatiable lovers
    real
    and otherwise

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  7. a good number of people
    pray that Diego Rivera
    will leave town
    bye-bye
    Diego
    Placebo Town has its own Greenwich Village
    one can go there late at night
    and have a drink
    that looks like
    green suede
    an unguarded approach to life
    is a beautiful thing
    (+) life captured in a lithograph of tigers and butterflies

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    1. I was on the red carpet
      hiding in plain sight
      from the debt collectors
      (Those Hell’s Angels never give up
      . . . especially when working for
      the Night Manager, and there’s big
      money in it.)
      when Machine Gun Kelly
      and Diego Rivera got into a fight
      Something to do with Frida Kahlo
      and a missing self portrait
      Through a cloud of toxic dust
      Leon Trotsky and I took the last
      neural pathway on the right
      just as the North Tower collapsed
      and Lady Liberty
      disappeared from sight
      Sadly Leon didn’t make it
      after an ice pick to the head
      and now I’m riddled
      with survivor’s guilt
      wishing it’d been me instead
      If only we had turned left?!
      I just don’t know
      how I managed to escape
      That towering Inferno was no
      half-baked New York cheesecake
      The Fire Chief is now wearing
      a blood red flowing cape
      and a burning sombrero
      under an electroconvulsive crown
      since waterboarding
      became all the rage
      in old Placebo Town
      where torture and mayhem
      never goes out of fashion
      9/11 was just the beginning
      A whole lot more shit
      is heading down the line
      and soon to hit the fan
      as the future is forever
      blowing in a hurricane wind
      So hug your children while you can

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    1. Lee Marvin was my first pick
      to do that little errand …
      ‘Operation Jackie Does Dallas’
      but there was a bit of a mix up
      with the Russian translation
      Lee Harvey Oswald got the
      wrong end of the broomstick
      It was his own fault for marrying
      the illiterate Marina Prusakova
      The sad story of a locked and
      loaded Mannlicher-Carcano
      At the exact time of the crime
      Lee Marvin was seen drinking a
      cosmopolitan with Dean Martin
      and Marlon Brando at the
      Wandering Star Bar in upmarket
      Placebo Town
      As far as alibis go …
      they don’t get any better
      At least Fidel Castro was happy
      with the final outcome
      That goes double for Che Guevara

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    1. Fully enabled
      to shun the one
      with the mark of cocaine
      yet those pleasure receptors
      in the Adamic brain ever
      searching for that promised land
      in sight of Eden’s garden
      makes it hard wired to refrain
      With all of your might
      DNA will only get you so far
      in the land of the Canaanite
      where there’s no such thing
      as a fair fight
      Sampson is the main man
      when it comes to a high noon
      showdown at Baal’s temple
      in lovely Placebo Town Central

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  8. separated from the hypocritical pressures of civilized life
    lungs full of river water, no recognition of death
    each victim positive that they can walk away
    just pick themselves up
    shake it off
    start over
    (+) if you find yourself floating past Placebo Town
    you should pray you’re wearing proper footwear
    things are going to warm up, melt down

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    1. the river whispers in my ear …
      Follow me
      and you’ll get to the sea
      my crystal waters
      vast and clear
      the future and the past
      flowing free
      A tidal surge to purge
      all sorrow and fear
      forever submerged
      in a mighty wake
      An eternal future secure
      cleansed by living water
      Today I may give
      Tomorrow I might take
      But you are much more
      than any lowly mistake
      So daydreamer awake
      with all mercy and grace
      and then shake that shadow
      from way down below
      away from your face
      for heaven’s sake

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    1. An excellent lawyer
      has taken my case . . . pro bono
      David versus The Placebo Town Frown
      That puts a smile back on my face
      with damages & expenses awarded
      in my favour I’ll be forever dressed
      in style and grace

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  9. right out of sleep
    to moral verdicts pronounced
    tossing stones at neighbors
    our inferior side seven feet tall
    lucky people talk to trees
    those less lucky suffer worms
    localized and happy in the cave
    ravenous and happy to reproduce
    worms at our expense
    (+) under-estimation of difficulties
    (+) unjustified optimism

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    1. into every life
      a little worm must squirm
      in this world of strife
      every mother’s son
      every son of a gun
      must take his turn
      so I talk to the breeze
      the birds in the trees
      there is so much to learn
      prosperity makes one lazy
      poverty drives you crazy
      lusting for something to burn
      passion is the key to creation
      love is the currency of heaven
      hope is spending all that you earn
      a pleasure to spend such treasure
      but never is haste
      a glass half full of faith
      is a great place to start
      and should never go to waste

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  10. Tom Waits was in town
    refused to sing
    donated 47 blond wigs
    to the Female Misfit School
    It made the 6 o’clock news
    “Enrich Your Life, adopt a misfit”
    I must say that the girls looked sharp in their yellow locks
    (+) adopt a misfit, there is a real measure of probability that things will go astray

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    1. much like Warren Zevon
      I had a bad luck streak
      at that dancing school
      the one right next to
      the town truck stop
      they say there’s a fool
      born every minute
      so I tried my luck
      at the school for misfits
      and found a bountiful crop
      when it comes
      to blonde atomics
      what’s not to like?

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    1. The girls in Placebo Town
      just want to have fun
      with a bit of rough justice
      and the occasional pearl necklace
      Misfits fit right in
      being recklessly rebellious
      When it comes to a money shot
      I threw the dice once or twice
      and took my chance
      having no discretion or patience
      just to become a toy
      for some fast and furious romance
      . . . That school for misfits
      is no place for a boy in short pants

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  11. the girls at the Female Misfit School often daydream
    about escaping and going to work on their backs
    $20 to submit and whisper “meow”
    dongs pushing their insides
    forcing things upwards
    the intoxicating smell
    of a variety of men
    raw spunk
    raw jism

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    1. I always try my best
      to remember and not forget
      the exclusive subjects
      taught to a graduate misfit
      face down on the carpet
      For only twenty dollars
      private lessons of loneliness
      in the luxury of abject squalor
      Margaret was absolutely unique
      especially when undressed
      Just like everyone else
      hooking up with a randy sailor
      Deep in an ocean of misfits
      and the self obsessed
      no one can hear you scream
      … The humanity and the horror
      No wonder many call it quits
      It’s either love tainted by a stranger
      or heal your kicks with the Saviour
      Out on Route 66
      I found that baby in a manger
      I’m not saying I’m a wise man
      just a misfit who’s tasted danger
      A bit like Tonto leaving
      the reservation of Placebo Town
      to follow the Lone Ranger

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    1. It did upset me
      more than just bit
      when Kristen Stewart put on
      that Doctor Zaius outfit
      It was like a wooden stake
      through my achy breaky heart
      What the female misfit
      happened to my Bella Swan?!
      Could we ever be
      friends with benefits?
      Was she bitten by some
      bloodthirsty dong
      who did her wrong?
      It just doesn’t seem right
      Watching that Twilight saga
      deep into a moonlit night
      no longer feels the same
      now that my sweet Snow White
      has come out
      as a Hollywood lesbian
      Come next Easter I’m hoping
      to have forgotten all about her
      Brad Pitt found out the hard way
      that those promiscuous misfits
      with their little schoolgirl tits
      are never the answer
      and will just lead you astray
      and away from poor Jennifer
      Angelina’s firm grip
      being a head Hollywood misfit
      was all that much tighter
      A hit or a miss
      Brad just couldn’t resist
      those lumps in her sweater

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