1. |
Overture To iGIRL
06:30
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Distant voices 'I Girl Yes You Girl', 'I Oedipus', 'I Jocasta', 'I Antigone', 'I Joanne D'arc'.
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2. |
What's Happiness?
11:11
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What’s happiness?
They haven’t cut my tongue out yet
Or beheaded me
I wont be flogged this morning
Hopefully
This is not a song about breasts
Or misogyny
Not that they are not worthy themes
We just don’t understand them yet
Breasts are like string theory
Connected to everything
So obvious we have to deny them
Misogny too
Poor men
Ah the poor men
God love them
A little ode to men
That fabulous vanished creature
Who used to turn up
With the haunch of the deer
Fling it at our feet
So they could touch the unmentionables
The breasts
All that meat
Roasting over the fire
In the cave
The shadows flickering on the wall
The sabre teeth glistening
At the mouth of the cave
Always
The sabre teeth
The yellow eyes
Devouring
Globs of recent carcass
Rotting
The brown blood of the moulting coffin
Human soup.
All the bones thrown in
For delectation
All you wanderers of the Earth
Above and below
Who did you love
Was it torture
Misogny of the breasts
All the poor women
Sucked on
All those balls to play with
But the face
What of our faces?
The wrong species
Survived
If you look at the deer
The doe
On the mountain
At dawn
Weeping behind the leaves
You know
The wrong species
Came to the fore
Human
It means
Last of the homini tribe
Primates
Bipedal
Fond of fire and tools
Great fingers
On land and water
Cute sounds they
Call language
Brag about their bigger brains
Their generosity
Hunter gatherers
What we didn’t brag about
We destroyed the Neanderthals
The gentle mute Neanderthals
Much is made of our social skills
Networking
Last surviving species of
Genus homo
Like the rat
We cling on
With ferocity
And cunning
It’s a bloodbath
The fossils tell
The sabre teeth
The vampire incisors
God bless the Vampire
Incisors
Without them
Deer would run the world
Sapiens – that means wise
Ask the deer
The Dodo
The Neanderthal
How wise we are
Go ask the dinosaur
Our sister Chimps
Ask the whale
Who Curved
Spat
Dived
Back to the deeps
With the deer
And the gentle
Neanderthals
The Unicorns
The sea horses
Who would want
The land
The fighting
The torture
The halting
Cacophony
They call a song
Let us stay in
Our element
And sing on
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The truth is
The sea would not have us
Barred we are
From the coral
And the pink palaces
Of filigree pewter
Mermaids on rocks
Haunt us
What do we care
About these ditherers
Trapped between one
Thing and the other
Air and Water
And still they taunt
You are ninety percent water
Saline
Our Riposte
You don’t exist
In the eye of the homini
Last surviving strain
Of Human family
Nothing exists
Except us
We made sure of that
Do we exist
Are we just
The dust
On the eyelash of God
Has he brushed us aside
Are we falling into
The air
When will we hit the ground
All that dust
Our cousins
We bludgeoned
Out on the savannah
Mingling with the bison
The dinosaur
The Angels.
Their wings they say
Were the weight of a
Full grown man
Thermodynamics
Long before the
Aeroplane
Copy cats
All Creation
Is remembering.
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4. |
I Joanne D'arc
07:35
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I Joanne D’arc
I saw an angel once
Thirteen
My Fathers garden
He landed among the
Lavender
The bees
And ever after the
Smell of crushed lavender
Brought me to my knees
When they burned me at the stake
I carried a sprig of lavender
In between my breasts
Much was made of my illiteracy
My cross dressing
I could read
I read the whole world
In an angels’ wings
Ethereal tongues
He gave me
I could write too
My signature is there
I never went to school
The breasts
After the angel in the garden
I could do all these things
But all I ever wanted
Was a pair of dragonfly wings
To fly up and away
To see Domeney from the air
To sit on a cloud
Watch the cows in the field
We had fifty acres
The church backed onto my house
I never cared for mass
Though I liked the smell of incense
And the songs
And the little king
With his crown
Interbred boy
Pale from lack
Of sun
Spoilt bitter moon
Face
In his robes
And his jewels
The cathedral and
The monks singing
Where was he when
I went up in
Flames to my maker.
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5. |
I Antigone
05:18
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I Antigone
Stubborn girl
My uncle said
I’ll knock the stuffing
Out of you
Teach you manners
If it’s the last thing I do
I only want to bury him
I said
The brother the one who
Fought on the wrong side
My father was a hard man
Vain about his empty
Eyes after
He got over it
Jocasta swinging from
The wardrobe door
My Mother
His Mother
My Father
My brother
It is not easy
Being the sister
Of your Father
Or know your
Mother made the
Hump backed beast
With her son
Your brother
Your father
Little daughter
Sister
Lead me on
To the grove
Of the red clawed
Furies
Where I will become
A God
That’s all he wanted
My dad
To be God
I grew up in a swamp
Thebes of the Mosquitos
And the endless plague
Dungeons for the slaves
The minotaur and the Sphinx
They had tea down in the caves
Broke bread and ankle bones
Shared stories of carnage
And creation
Destruction
Sphinx is lonely she said
Lonely among the bones
And the entrails sucked
Dry
And Minotaur
Half man
Half bull
Swatted the flies
With his human tail
Last living of the
Species not homini
Not bovini
Not anything
Really
As Sphinx
Pucks his matted head
With her clotted mane
I was just a girl
Haemon’s babe
Creon disapproved
You can do better
My son
Than this tainted
Upstart
With her cross eyed
Gaze
But Haemon
Loved me
Loved I could
Talk a storm
Had an answer
For everything
Creon said
I argued like a man.
Like a man.
Like a man.
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6. |
Recess
04:29
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7. |
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I Girl
Girl of the cursed
Breasts
Daughter of homo
Sapiens
Wise beyond
My years
The coffin calls
The coffin’s call
All the dead
Children
The broken bones
The breast in flames
The weak Neanderthals
With the jutting chins
The brains bigger
Than ours
The lost
Songs
Prayers
The gentle eyes
We ate them over
The fire
They gave us the
Gift of fire
We hung them
Upside down
A thick
Beautiful broth
In the cauldron
Of their demise
Our incisors
Glistening
All that
Beautiful
Viscera
In the shadows
Of the cave
They were deer
Before
Doe
Was invented.
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Have you fed
The children Joanne
Have you called
The cows home
Washed the linen
Or will you be
Forever
Talking to Angels
Among the lavender
And what about
The butter
In the churn
Will you let it spoil
Again
Oh Joan
Jeanne
Johanna D’arc
Get that head out
Of the clouds
And get to work
Ssh Mother dear
Arkangel Michael
Is here
I’m pruning his wings
As he sips the dew on the rose
I’m plaiting cornflowers
In his hair
As he sings me
Song of
Blood and destiny
Mine
And
Yours
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How you’ll weep
At the stake
As I go up
In smoke
How I’ll see you
Across the cobbled
Square
My hands tied behind
My back
Your scarf floating
Down your back
As I cough and
Choke
As the smoke wafts
And swirls
Johanna D’arc
Grey ash
That falls on your
Shoulders
Your lips
I burn Maman
I burn
For Homo Sapiens
For the lost Neanderthals
My trousers are
Aflame
My left breast
Sizzles
And bursts
I am a black carcass
I have become
The Sunday roast
That the world eats
And excretes
The lavender
Smoulders
Your rocking
Back
My Father’s
Thick farmer’s hand
On your shoulders
As you fall
At the sound
Of my screams
Though my lips
Are blistered
Beyond repair
Wax
Fat
Smoke
Air
Simmering in
The stew
Of myself
God is not
Here
God is not
There
The only wing
I see
Is the crow
Who hovers
Above the Square
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At the grove
Of the furies
He lay down
And raged
I held his
Bony hand
Washed the
Craters
That were his eyes
Now what,
I said
Just wait
He whispered
Wait and
Watch
Me become
A God
I admit I was
Curious
As he mumbled
Curses
On his absent
Sons
My brothers
His too
What can you do
With a father
So white with
Rage
So hard done by
All his mistakes
The faults of
Others
My Mother
The crossroads
Laius
I dared whisper
Maybe we need
Some perspective
Among the
Crickets
And the scorched grass
I saw no furies
No red ghosts
Walk from their
Graves
To take him in
Their arms
To bless
His loss
Of eyes
And wife
And Mother
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11. |
All That Had Passed
08:00
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All that had
Passed
I saw a
Blue sky
A blazing
Sun
And tears of
Blood in
My old man’s
Phantom eyes
That flies
Midges
Mosquitos
Drank from
And I thought
We make up
The stories we
Need to
Because we
Are terrifying
We Homo Sapiens
My Mother
Hung herself
Not a word
Wrapped the chord
How long had
She known
You don’t sleep
With your own son
And not hear
The awful truth
About yourself
Or maybe it
Was like
Coming home
Familiar
Comfortable
Warm
All the lights on
Fire dying
All safe in their
Beds
Your infant son
You left on the hill
Reborn
At your breast
Again
But his heels
And his shoulders
And the shape of
His head
And your mouth
On your mouth
Kissing yourself
Where have you seen
Those eyes before
Navy as a newborn
This ravenous wanderer
Besting the sphinx
Limping to your door
Victorious
To claim his Queen
Dry eyed widow
Of Laius
The Pederast.
[wordless singing]
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12. |
The Quiet Neanderthals
03:02
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But the
Quiet
Neanderthals.
Surely we
Must’ve fallen
In love
With one
Of them.
Surely some
Savage
Must have
Lain down
With the
Gentle
Big jawed
Mute
Neanderthal.
Kissed his eyes
His big brain
Among
Other things.
We must
Have Neanderthal
Blood.
Surely.
I mean
We slept with everyone
Even the shark
The Lizard
The Antelope.
Anything that had lungs
Claws
Skin.
Surely we did
The deed
With our
Next of
Kin.
This
Gives me
Hope
In our blood
The Neanderthal
Mute
Suffering
Poetic
Sleeps through
Our savagery
Defenseless
Or is that
All hot
Air?
Will he wake?
Does
He lurk
And wait
For a better
Time?
For a race
That
Deserves him
And his
Kind?
If he
Could speak
Now
What would he
Say?
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Roger Doyle Ireland
Roger Doyle – composer, keyboardist and producer of own music, in concert and in the studio. Likes to work on large projects and to collaborate with others. Works with a multiplicity of musical languages and evolving technologies.
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