BOREHOLE (JOURNEY TO THE CENTER OF YOUR MIND)

Black abyss is down there isn’t it?
A secret hole for the stained souls of the men of the enigma.
Trickling down the spine of time, let the gates open let the rivers run red for the coming of time as hole  

deepens with screaming of life as it pulled down in to the hole.
It assimilates broth of life, let only the silver sun shine escape with its serfs.

Let us vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous in vigil valour and vanity. Shoot them I say! Shoot them!  

Purge the Golden hall of its gleam and glamour and baptise the children of golden brown cradle of birth  

with the glossy shine of blood, sweat and tears.

Text:  "The Borehole" by Robin Bowmer.

Images:  Kola Superdeep Borehole (above: 2007; below 1987 USSR postage stamp).

Amboy Dukes: Journey To The Center Of The Mind (Link)

In celebration of Rob Ayling's wedding.

LITTLE BLUE

You can't write a novel from a briefcase

You can write a poem from a trench

You can dream a dream from A to B

But you can't catch a bus from a bench

You don't back a horse called Striding Snail

You don't name your boat Titanic II

So why when I see your happy smiling face

Do I always end up singing Little Blue?

Little Blue, how do you do?

Your smile looks like heaven

But your eyes hold a storm about to brew

How can a flower so pretty

Be so laden down with dew?

Little Blue

You can't build a brewery on a cemetery

You can build a pub on a church

And people fall quicker than buildings do

You have to decide what comes first

You don't call a plane the Flying Roman

'Cause the Romans always walked and never flew

So why when I see your happy smiling face

Do I always end up singing Little Blue? 

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Little Blue (instrumental) -- Hogmany (Link)

Little Blue (in bedroom recording) -- JustPureMe (Link)

 

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What is it that is so deeply affecting about The Beautiful South?  My friend Rob Ayling first introduced me to their records many years ago, describing them as sweet/sour, which is pretty accurate. 

So also would be pull/push and attract/repel.  I sometimes think The Prettiest Eyes (Link) is the most beautiful song and record I've ever heard, but it's unexpectedly harrowing and makes safe driving difficult.  Little Blue is the second track on the great Blue Is The Colour lp, following the astonishing lead-off,  Don't Marry Her (Link).  People love The Beautiful South in the same way, with the same quiet intensity, that they love The Kinks, but they don’t always make the connection.  Both bands are utterly sui generis, a profound and insular pleasure for the naturally circumspect.