Track: 15
Title: BARDO THÖDROL [live performance, improvisation]
Authorship: Medford/Immerglück/vonBlankers/Benton
Publishing: BrowBeat Music, BMI
Recording date: 2 January 1988
Recording place: 2315 Dwight Way, Barrington Hall, Berkeley, CA
Rehearsal cassette, recorded using a boombox.
Remastered by Carl Salbacka & Leslie Medford
Running Time: 09:32
First appeared on Thus spake Psilocybin.
Released 16 May 2021
[via multiple streaming services]
Leslie Medford : vocals, acoustic guitar
David Immerglück : electric guitar, end dialog & last word
Terry von Blankers : bass guitar, end dialog
Edward Benton : drums, spoken word, laughter, bass player introduction
Particulars: Extempore improvisation. From Immerglück’s third (semi-public) rehearsal as an Oaf. A section of “The Ophelias In The Underworld”.
lyrics
BARDOTHÖDROL
Hamlet pulled a colossal face to him on the tasty spiked booze.
Throw light to all this, call it forward in a char yard.
Seems like a flower takes the taste always.
Then was pax, babe, all heart. In the distance
More blue horizon melting past you.
Eyes like a deep bulb all awake in your ring,
Your ring! You’re the crazy colored rays!
Get down and get funky!
So we did chirpled around outside your wall
In the crack between the light was awakening
I saw between their wards in an upper window like your copper scent had melted down
On top of the old below there was a note, in the note you said you would not be home
But we were all along more than it left it for me got bodily on top of it
By the powers I left on the casement and slide down the banister we crept into your nodder room
Out a garage door was the word slightly in a white Saab-Ferrari on a top floor meet.
We unloaded all our instrument racks from the top of the van that you had borrowed from dad.
While you whirl, woah, we were into the case before we noticed there all wrong on a toll board road
Yes the license plate matched our own and the state trooper said we could leave on our faces.
I saw your messing way hadn’t arrived on the tooty-fruity four two five.
Still on your “adoptive” we registered a man so no violence, not permitted.
Went towards the county line swords with their Mounty.
We could see the gin sop screw.
True, through a black door on the floor lie mamas in a pool hall an’ warped in space
I always knew it when the gun would bring our locked van would be in your fist
And a eye could see when we were all liking life lives would be flashing in a purple and blue.
Like you when the cars went screaming on the sidewalks
God! We never lie, chance for you!
Terry von Blankers, everybody! Terry von Blankers, Ladies ‘n’…
Terry?
Can I get an A harmonic from you?
I haven’t tuned at all.
Oh, shit…
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