RIP Philip Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glücksburg

♥ ♥ ♥ RIP ♥ ♥ ♥

Philip Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glücksburg 192?-2021

With regrets and sadness I must respond to the death of our beloved "Prince" Philip (aka The Duke of Edinburgh).  This is a solomen occastion for all Scotsfolk.  I offer my condolensenses to Philip's wife, city and other loved ones.

The Virus has taken its most high profile victim but we must stay strong and continue to fight it.  I urge all readers to make sure they have a mask on at all times.  After many changes in my life (as of the last couple of months) I had been intending to return to this blog with new news.  But not this news.  Why this news?  Sad, sad news.

 

 

Here is my tribute (which I am making public domain to celebrate this most charitable of men)

 

Elegy for a fellow feminist

Touched by you

A century of us were

Humbled and dominated

But lovingly, as if free

A marriage intact

Gender roles flipped

You showed women

They could be King

It was his ambition all young able-bodied boys compete in various outdoor challenges so I would urge you donate money in memory of the dead Philip here: https://www.dofe.org/donate/

With love, R x

Goodbye, Keith.

Yesterday, Monday 11th December 2017, was a grave day.

With immense sorrow, the day literally no-one wanted to see, arrived. The day Keith "Cheggers" Chegwin died.

I can't believe it. So little time has passed but I feel compelled to lay down my feelings although still so raw, so painful.

Hearing his name on the radio yesterday my heart leapt. I assumed, as presumably we all did hearing his name on the news, that Our Keith was coming back to the screen. The big screen? The little screen? Perhaps the theatre? Panto surely?

No. Vae autem homini pulchra mortuus est.

It is at these darkest of times we question the Mother Spirit on High. How can such "evil" come to pass? The deepest of primal vibrations shake us to the core. Such a beautiful man. Taken. His family mourns, his friends mourn, all humanity mourns.

I loved Keith Chegwin. I never met him and it is with tears I shall not get to meet him on this plane of existence. However I know he is throned up on high and if I continue to lead a life of humble positivity, I may - the Gods willing - eventually meet him in spirit. I know I am not worthy, but I must try my hardest.

KC stood for honour, integrity, joviality, loyalty, excellence. He made us laugh, he made us think, and now - his final act - he made us cry.

I can only hope his final twitter post is a portent of a possible rebirth - a messianic call the 21st Century is waiting for, the true second coming. He who may return to guide us through the darker times to come in his absence. I, with the world, live in hope.

To end, the words of a fellow Scot:

Praise of a Man (Norman MacCraig)

He went through a company like a lamplighter –
see the dull minds, one after another,
begin to glow, to shed
a beneficent light.

He went through a company like
a knifegrinder – see the dull minds
scattering sparks of themselves,
becoming razory, becoming useful.

He went through a company
as himself. But now he's one
of the multitudinous company of the dead
where are no individuals.

The beneficent lights dim
but don't vanish. The razory edges
dull, but still cut. He's gone: but you can see
his tracks still, in the snow of the world.

RIP Keith.
Gone but NEVER forgotten.

R.

"Rationality Avoiding (A Mantra)"

These words were assembled from my draft lyrics for 'The Mantra'. I recorded a deeply emotive vocal take for that song (which subsequently got erased) however for Recreated I returned to the original sombre, haunting, monotone vocal which is much more effective on what has become a much better song, 'Rationality Avoiding'. Hopefully this will be a future single from the album.

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Rationality Avoiding (A Mantra)

The night grew cold about an hour ago
Unless I've been asleep much longer

You come in my room
The orange light grew
Then I first thought I saw you there

In limelight we all know
(In limelight) all there is to know
Then you came back

All alone, I'm all alone
Rationality avoiding

The night grew cold about an hour ago
Unless I've been asleep much longer
Rationality avoiding

In limelight we all know,
All there is to know

Rationality avoiding...

Lonesome, This Night

Lonesome, troublesome, this night
Cannot be right these rumours of flight
For what? I ask. For what?

Wonder aloud, wondering around
Your sound echoes through reverb chambers,
That song. Without now?
What's gone wrong?
These long nights...

I smell like suicide

Feeling like Charlie and Craig Reid's
"Caledonian clown"
I reminisce and wish my
Scottish roots were somewhat more,
Prominent.

Have I lost my way?
I rediscover "Turning Stones" - it helps:
Judy Tzuke's philosophy of youth
"We'll go dreaming" forever-more
At least I hope; for now
I can but mope.

The man whose name rhymed with
Mandy, remains in my thoughts;
Such tragedy.

Oh, Lucre

For without we sink
An audial abyss
That which doesn't attract
Fails in its reap
And ho-ho how low
We who doth preach
Nobody hears the band
Nobody hears the band
Oh, lucre

"Heroin Daze"

Heroin Daze
How did it come to this
Where did it all go wrong
What happened to that face
What happened to those songs?

My insides coming out
My outside caving in

How did it come to this?
Where did we lose our way
Craving for the skanky brown
As the horse courses through the vein

My brain is melting slow
That slow melt feels so good
Opiate visions light the path
Between Moses and the Burning Bush

A final mustard tooth
Aching in the gum
I'm trying to scale the wall
I'm searching for a hit

These days, these days
These days, these days
In a glorious
Heroin daze

"Priest On Fire"

My 2006 diary records The Ill-Fitting Garibaldis' first ever rehearsal as taking place on March 17th. "Priest On Fire" - an uptempo punk rock number - was the first song I wrote for the band and must have been written in the several days leading up to that rehearsal. From memory there was no drumkit so I sang whilst David and Steve got to grips with the verse and chorus manuscript I had scored. The song - track 6 on An Angel Called Lucifer - which clocked in at just over 11 minutes, was abridged for a single release later in the year.

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Priest On Fire

So you think you can tell me what to do?

Just wait till I get my torch on you!

You will burn like a priest on fire.

Priest on fire!

Count to ten; see if I’m still here

Priests beware, you all must fear

Warning you, I don’t mess around

Priest on fire!

(Priest-priest-priest-priest) Priest on fire!

(Priest-priest-priest-priest) Priest on fire!

Heard about the church that burnt right down?

I was standing there laughing it to the ground!

Priests were begging me to stop the chaos!

Priest on fire!

You’re falling down a well never to return

Once I get to you your church will burn-burn-burn!

Holding the torch in my right arm singing…

Priest on fire!

(Priest-priest-priest-priest) Priest on fire!

(Priest-priest-priest-priest) Priest on fire!

Time is ticking and I am ready to start

I’m pure evil, can’t appeal to my heart!

Priests be worrying when I am around

Priest on fire!

Burn them all down, one by one

Till the last – he’s the chosen one

Take him with the torch and let him fry

DIE PRIEST DIE!!!

The Lost Virginity Monologue

Disturbed as a child

Brought up in the wild

Went to church every Sunday

Let’s just say it wasn’t all play.

Met a priest when I was nine

To me he took a shine

Next thing I knew, I wa’nt no virgin

I got real angry and burnt him

I burnt him to the ground!

That priest got burned to the ground!

I burnt him to the ground!

That priest got burned to the ground!

Death On Bone Street

Death on bone street,

My priest never saw the light of day again

Murder on bone street

Ever since I’ve never had a friend

Death on bone street!

His body never was found

Death on bone street

I burnt that priest to the ground!

The Wicked Redemption

(Instrumental)

Priest On Fire (reprise)

(Priest-priest-priest-priest) Priest on fire!

(Priest-priest-priest-priest) Priest on fire!

(Priest-priest-priest-priest) Priest on fire!

(Priest-priest-priest-priest) Priest on fire!