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Lyrics for Tracks 8 to 11.

 

Track 8 BLUE QUEEN

A dramatic shift has occurred: Blue Queen is now self-contained. She is in control of her own destiny. She no longer needs the Man’s protection. He gave her life and strength. In so doing he loses his own strength. She now dances to her own tune, not his.
 

BLUE QUEEN (D.H.)

“Blue Queen” he called me, gave me rights to be

Clear skies all summer over our turquoise sea;

He’s only a memory

Can’t come between

Me and my secrets—

Call me “Blue Queen”.

Caste lapis lazuli, magenta desire,

Rainbows of moods from the ice to the fire;

Appearances alter

From scene to scene,

I’ll keep you guessing---

Call me “Blue Queen”.

It’s my vibration,

The wavelength I chose,

Subaqueaus currents,

Stratosphere Blues
 

Invisible robe

Of all that I have been

Suits every season—

Call me “Blue Queen”.
    

 
Track 9 THE DANCER

The Man reminisces about Blue Queen. He remembers when he partnered her. Just as he has  saved her, captured  he loses her. This dance evokes the perfection of their bond, but also the transience of love. Perfection never lasts. The love between Blue Queen and the Man is in the past.  

THE DANCER (G.H.G.)

There was. The time. You made. Music.

It unfolded. Its. Corners. Like dawn.

It fell. In daybreak. At. Your feet.

That was. Where. The dancer. Danced.

And. Where. I. Saw. The you. Of. You.

Move. Silently. Like. Shadows.

There was. The spotlight. Hovering.

There. Was. The sound. Descending.

Softly. In. To. Your outstretched. Arms.

It played. Upon you. And. Listened.

It heard. As you. Heard. Your. Heart. Beat.

The arc. Of your. Hands. Touched. It.

They. Met. Together. Like. Music.

The danced. Together. They. Embraced.

There. Was. The. Love affair. They made.

They motioned they swayed dancer dance

dancing balances of life.
 

Track 10 FREE STATE

The Man has lost Blue Queen. By giving her the life she dreamt of, he has also lost her…She is gone. She is no longer HIS. She has taken wing and has discovered her own heaven. She is found. He is lost. Blue  Queen is in control of her own destiny. She is joyful... ...she is on her own...
 

SMALL AD (G.H.G.)

She leaves on first-morning slicks of light

where the last page of the street map ends,

where rivers make off to the sea.

It is like her going to the moon

and leaving behind a phone book

of names to choose from on earth.

With the loves of old dogging us,

even a strip-naked eye

could only find her mistakenly;

once we puff up like a heart

its mindlessness just has to grow.

It grows to the arms of whoever

who reads the words in this small ad

seeking friendship, with a view to;

and to whom we shall always reply

missing you, missing you, missing you:

so remember me, remember me.
 
 
 
 
 
 

FREE STATE (D.H.)

I’ve been coming to this

Through the sunlight and mist,

I’m approaching a place where there’s peace,

Where the fragments of was

Pattern out a because

And the future looks like a release.

Come to the border –

Forward or back?

It’s a straight choice

Between sky-blue and black.

It’s a landscape I’ve made

Though it’s features can fade

When my outlook’s been blighted by frost;

I’m more often there now

Every day shows me how

I can find my way back when I’m lost.

Ideal republic

Whose air gets me high,

My parallel world

Where life’s worth a try.

There’s a wide lake ahead

All the brightness waves shed

Goes straight through the prism of my eyes

And the rainbows are birds

Flying higher than words

Through the clarity of the mind’s skies.

It’s my own country

Glimpsed through the years,

Mapped out in moments

When light cancelled fears.
 

Track 11 HIGHEST BID  

Blue Queen is now a star. “I’ve arrived where I was heading”. What we, the public, see -  is the star. Her journey has brought her here. Is she happy? Are there memories? The momentum of her success is all there is. “(She’s) come from being some guy’s ex wife to ( her) own mythology”. She belongs to her public. The Man can only reflect-“The show must go on”
 

HIGHEST BID (D.H.)

Well I may be two dimensional

But I cover a lot of ground

I’ve arrived where I was heading

Now my name’s a familiar sound,

A synonym for excitement

From New York to Tokyo

You can plug into my new CD

If you can’t get to the show.
 
 

Well I may be two dimensional

But I use up a lot of love,

If you’re looking for someone to adore

I’m beamed to you from above.

Your TV incarnates me

Your radio’s one of my shrines,

I’m ten million magazine photographs

You can touch me with your mind.

Yes they say I’m two dimensional

But I’m high as a satellite

And I scintillate as brilliantly

As the stars on a clear black night.

My soul’s above the highest bid

I’m a global industry

I’ve come from being some guy’s ex-wife

To my own mythology.
 

He’s only a memory

Can’t come between

Me and my secrets—

Caste lapis lazuli, magenta desire,

Rainbows of moods from the ice to the fire;

Appearances alter

From scene to scene,

I’ll keep you guessing---

It’s my vibration,

The wavelength I chose,

Subaqueaus currents,

Stratosphere Blues

Invisible robe

Of all that I have been

Suits every season—
 

THE SHOW MUST GO ON (extract) G.H.G.)

The show must go on,

so the lady beats

out belief in true love.

AND IF I SHOW THESE WORDS TO GOD (extract) (G.H.G.)

And if I show these words to God,

would He put a smile on your face?

 
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