Day 8 - Gone, Gone, Completely Gone
Hey up mi duck!
More songs? Yes please! Well you are in the right place.
You probably noticed that all the “pop hits” were near the beginning of the album and that side 2 is a bit more esoteric. Is that the right word?
Here’s a slightly 90’s influenced grunger for you guys. Hope you dig it.
Henry & House xx
They aren’t gone, they are just there.
Landfill Recycled Tape version
INSPIRATION PLAYLIST
Polvo – My Kimono
- Royal Trux – A Night to Remember
- Sonic Youth – Superstar
- Trumans Water – Hair Junk Fibre
- Pavement – Loretta’s Scars
- Jack Kerouac – The Wheel of Quivering Meat Conception
LYRICS
Opening credits buried in snow
Naked as Jesus, I’m ready to go
I’ve had my breakfast of cunt flakes and crows
Mass hysteria, morning TV shows
Here is the church
Here is the steeple
Open the doors
See all the people
Look at their hands
Look at their hands
Look at their hands
Gone
Gone
Completely Gone
Gone
Gone
Completely Gone
And then Chief Mountain Lake said: “See how cruel the whites look, their lips are thin, their noses sharp, their faces furrowed and distorted by folds. Their eyes have a staring expression; they are always seeking something. What are they seeking? The whites always want something. They are always uneasy and restless. We do not know what they want. We do not understand them. We think that they are all mad.”
And Gone
Gone
Completely Gone
Gone
Gone
Completely Gone
Here is the church
Here is the steeple
Open the doors
See all the people
Look at their hands
Look at their hands
Look at their hands
Raped of all meaning
Whitewashed in pure hate
Bleached like an arsehole
Fit for a date
Maybe we want it
Maybe we don’t
Maybe we watch so we don’t miss
In the studio
Carl Jung Meets Cheif Mountain Lake
In Jung’s autobiography, Memories, Dreams and Reflections, he describes his encounter with the Native American chief, Mountain Lake, of the Taos pueblos in New Mexico in 1932:
“I was able to talk with him as I have rarely been able to talk with a European,” Jung recalls. “To be sure, he was caught up in his world just as much as a European is in his, but what a world it was! In talk with a European, one is constantly running up on the sand bars of things long known but never understood; with this Indian, the vessel floated freely on deep alien seas. At the same time, one never knows which is more enjoyable: catching sight of new shores, or discovering new approaches to age old knowledge that has been almost forgotten”
Chief Ochwiay Biano, which means Mountain Lake, must have sensed a kindred spirit in the Swiss doctor, because he was devastatingly candid with him. Chief Mountain Lake: “See how cruel the whites look, their lips are thin, their noses sharp, their faces furrowed and distorted by folds. Their eyes have a staring expression; they are always seeking something. What are they seeking? The whites always want something. They are always uneasy and restless. We do not know what they want. We do not understand them. We think that they are all mad.”
When Jung asks why he thinks they are all mad, Mountain Lake replies, “They say they think with their heads.” “Why of course,” says Jung. “What do you think with?” “We think here,” says Chief Mountain Lake, indicating his heart.
After this exchange, Jung describes how he fell into a deep meditation. Jung saw image upon image of cruelties wreaked by his forebears: the Roman eagle on the North Sea and the White Nile, “the keenly incised features of Julius Caesar, Scipio Africanus, and Pompey…Charlemagne’s most glorious forced conversions of the heathen…the pillaging, murdering bands of the Crusading armies…the peoples of the Pacific islands decimated by firewater, syphilis and scarlet fever carried in the clothes the missionaries forced on them.”
Credit: carljungdepthpsychologysite.blog
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