1. |
Nade
08:23
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2. |
You Not You
04:14
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3. |
The New Triangle
07:05
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4. |
CBG
04:10
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5. |
The Nenuphar Of Nina
04:56
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7. |
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.
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Blood on their
Hands
Blood in their Gaze
Still he
Invited them in He served up The dinner
Like a good host
They served him up for
Breakfast
He never said a word
The beautiful Neanderthal Last of his Species
The butterflies
Sang the dirge
Ah ah
Transhumant Licked His lips
Raped the Babies till the Snow passed.
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9. |
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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10. |
Lia Lucra
06:37
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11. |
Her Singtime Sung
03:00
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12. |
The Bell Means Business
03:08
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13. |
The Earth Turns
02:55
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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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