13TH IDIOT BLESSED
Tracks:
13th Idiot Blessed (5:49)
Blind Bird with Phil Calvert (7:52) £
A Dog’s Moon (2:52)
Nomalte (2:44)
Pink Flower (4:09)
Raven (7:02)
The Window in the Ground with Phil Calvert (3:52) £ ∞
Junta’s Yoga Cult Dilemma (3:40)
Jerald (2:42)
Diaspora Largo (2:39)
Cloud Above the Lake (2:48)
At Hooker Docks (4:15)
Tubby (2:20)
£ Phil Calvert, Lead Guitar
FM, Piano
Jeff Miley, Rhythm Guitar
Doug Shreeve, Bass
Eric Wells, Drums
Produced by Phil Calvert & Frederick Moore
∞ Composed by Phil Calvert & Frederick Moore
All other tracks composed, produced, and performed by Frederick Moore.
Released in 2003
Painting by Thomas Jackson
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Blind Bird
Beyond the highway,
Behind the old lost river road,
There was a dry place,
Where we could close our eyes to the world.
Broken glass on burning grass,
Soft flame to burn the briars away.
Wasted land where dead trees stand,
Sand papered walls grow soft in decay.
There’s a blind bird in a cloud
above the lake;
And the world turns,
Pulling the blind bird down.
Frozen shame, dissolved in rain
Refined in sane, sad order betrayed.
Rusted pain confined in chains–
Red stains that line the sides of the cave.
There’s a wrong turn
from the road that skirts the bay.
Where the wind burns,
And we close our eyes to the world.
There’s a blind bird in a cloud
above the lake;
And the world turns,
Pulling the blind bird down.
In the picture she keeps in her bedroom, his mother appears to him surprisingly attractive.
The openness of a twenty year old smile always seems to invite whatever will come its way, and hers is no different in this respect
But this is long before his time, before she has come to embrace her many discontents. At night she mourns her happy days as only the wasted diasporant can mourn.
For his own part he has come to accept these men who come into her world long enough to learn his name, as he learns theirs. With them he shares a six month lease, and the frozen dinners they prepare each night, but really little more.
He has known some girls, but he’s been confused by his own static, and by theirs! In some he can sense a lost island; In others he can feel a warm stream. But ironically, with these it has been especially hard.
At school there is a girl who is studious and quiet and kind, but when he speaks to her he feels as if it is in a code that she will never comprehend. There is a place he would like to show her that for her remains inaccessible.
One night as he watches his mother watch TV he tries to find the way she would like him to see her. It takes time, patience and concentration, but in time for a long moment it’s really there.
Frozen shame, dissolved in rain–
Red stains that line the sides of the cave.
Wasted land where dead trees stand;
Sand papered walls grow soft in decay.
There’s a blind bird in a cloud
above the lake;
And the world turns,
Pulling the blind bird down
Pink Flower
Misere on Father’s Day,
Michelle! It was then that you joined us
in the train yard near North and Lockport.
A fragment of soul, adrift,
From your concealed throat came your favorite torch song:
Faceless one! Keep faith with me.
As I would a faun,
Forlorn and with a broken back
I pitied you, but poked at you,
Dissecting you,
While holding you flat against the wall.
Into your hidden mouth,
The hypodermic kiss of a stranger
made space for you (you faceless one).
Though in time you recovered,
A hole had been ripped through you
Through which you displayed your soul
and lifted your skirt.
Your bare legs exposed
For passersby and rivals
Who’d slash each other’s skin
For a chance to warm their hands.
Now faithless one, keep face with me!
Obscured by shadows and clouds,
My question marks subside
and dissolve in all that I’ll never know about you.
The lies I’ve told and the lies I’ve tried to believe,
The things I’ve known but have never seen,
My own will melting into your liquid, warm, pink flower.
With held breath and closed eyes,
I’m pulled into your firm, vindictive grip,
As you hum to me the songs you learned
while you were hidden away.
Their tunes of harsh and foreign strains
Sear my raw combusting skin.
You Faithless One, keep faith with me!
Goodbye Michelle,
Have a good year.
