01-23-2021, 02:39 AM
Helter Skelter
-from Generational Sketches
“Her eyes sparkled with a glisten, but I would not be deceived.”
“If you’ll not help out”, I said, to her “then please! Just ‘Let it be’.”
I knew I’d heard that song before, when I lived out on the coast,
played by The Band, the singer was I think the Holy Ghost.
Left the God and Jesus’ group so he could strut his stuff
he had this one big top ten hit, then things got pretty rough.
He sang, “The music died when someone stole a piece of pie”,
I don’t remember much of it, as usual I was high.
Or was it in the park, a cake, that was left out in the rain,
it’s hard to keep this history straight inside my pickled brain.
Lucy, they said, it hurt the most, saw Holly kiss the sky,
she turned to dope, she couldn’t cope, the day on which John died.
His death, did her depress, said there’s no joy to the world,
and it always comes in threes you know, like Jimi, Jim and Pearl,
along with the preacher Martin and two brothers Bob and Jack
we knew that summer was the end, love wasn’t coming back.
It broke my faith, I did forsake, but still I will not lie,
it was The Fall, I lost the trust for the spirit in the sky.
Then Levon printed toy balloons - saying - God was just a lie,
and there’s no hope to reconcile, unless the others die.
I do concede the spook was right the music was all gone;
only echoes of what once had been, did still linger on.
Left are false memories: something we once thought great,
we were blinded by the deepening fog, and now it is too late.
Even to this day we reminisce, and reminisce and cry,
never able to forget we lost our precious piece of pie.
Except for those who kept the faith, and then they paid the price,
we’d not the leisure to sit and stew, but for their sacrifice.
Tin soldiers then, we were its true, tin soldiers still today,
we never had integrity, unlike them we’d run away.
It mattered not the cause, equality - civil rights.
we cared nothing for the principal, we were fighting just to fight.
It was the time of our rebellion, demarcation close at hand,
we played by ear, those years ago, we never had a plan.
We did so willingly, everything we put to torch,
better to ride that desert wide, astride a man called horse.
So, now the Miller’s tale is told, the Lady’s in her bath,
tiny dancers aren’t your answer, when she begins to laugh.
When you get to the bottom of the top to begin anew this canker’s tale,
there's some remorse for you to pass, of course it’s pass or flail.
So find a mellow yellow fellow, who can really shakes it well,
have him skip the light fandango to a Whiter Shade of Pale.
©2008-2009, revised 2021 erthona
Note bene: This is accentual verse having a varying line length of between 6 and 8 accents or beats per line.
-from Generational Sketches
“Her eyes sparkled with a glisten, but I would not be deceived.”
“If you’ll not help out”, I said, to her “then please! Just ‘Let it be’.”
I knew I’d heard that song before, when I lived out on the coast,
played by The Band, the singer was I think the Holy Ghost.
Left the God and Jesus’ group so he could strut his stuff
he had this one big top ten hit, then things got pretty rough.
He sang, “The music died when someone stole a piece of pie”,
I don’t remember much of it, as usual I was high.
Or was it in the park, a cake, that was left out in the rain,
it’s hard to keep this history straight inside my pickled brain.
Lucy, they said, it hurt the most, saw Holly kiss the sky,
she turned to dope, she couldn’t cope, the day on which John died.
His death, did her depress, said there’s no joy to the world,
and it always comes in threes you know, like Jimi, Jim and Pearl,
along with the preacher Martin and two brothers Bob and Jack
we knew that summer was the end, love wasn’t coming back.
It broke my faith, I did forsake, but still I will not lie,
it was The Fall, I lost the trust for the spirit in the sky.
Then Levon printed toy balloons - saying - God was just a lie,
and there’s no hope to reconcile, unless the others die.
I do concede the spook was right the music was all gone;
only echoes of what once had been, did still linger on.
Left are false memories: something we once thought great,
we were blinded by the deepening fog, and now it is too late.
Even to this day we reminisce, and reminisce and cry,
never able to forget we lost our precious piece of pie.
Except for those who kept the faith, and then they paid the price,
we’d not the leisure to sit and stew, but for their sacrifice.
Tin soldiers then, we were its true, tin soldiers still today,
we never had integrity, unlike them we’d run away.
It mattered not the cause, equality - civil rights.
we cared nothing for the principal, we were fighting just to fight.
It was the time of our rebellion, demarcation close at hand,
we played by ear, those years ago, we never had a plan.
We did so willingly, everything we put to torch,
better to ride that desert wide, astride a man called horse.
So, now the Miller’s tale is told, the Lady’s in her bath,
tiny dancers aren’t your answer, when she begins to laugh.
When you get to the bottom of the top to begin anew this canker’s tale,
there's some remorse for you to pass, of course it’s pass or flail.
So find a mellow yellow fellow, who can really shakes it well,
have him skip the light fandango to a Whiter Shade of Pale.
©2008-2009, revised 2021 erthona
Note bene: This is accentual verse having a varying line length of between 6 and 8 accents or beats per line.
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
