1. The others
Upholster my very cheer, go on, that's what we are waiting for
smear it in a black that's blacker than black
because out that window, as the moon faces crack a thought,
it all seems so painful
maybe they will sit on this settee alongside me
soil their linen pants
because the black always rubs off
that blacker than black
2. Pin hole mercy
the surface seemed so complete
one big lick with the tongue and the whole thing was covered
nothing left behind, nothing new ahead
save one small mercy
poking through
infinite
sounds like disco, and that always make the rhythm simple cause
everything is trying to understand the human spirit with endless chatter
give em a steel strap
3. Babylon
first there were wooden ones
now they are metal and wave in the wind, hello
those monstrosities that poke through the ceiling of sense
looking for love
maybe,
or a face to cover their own
a big mask, horny
like a goat's or troglodyte's
but if we go flat, parallel even
scoop up all the slack, smother it dead
maybe,
we can hold hands and shimmy to the little tat, tat, tittle
toast the hosts of our own stupidity
Text by Dr Jodie Mc Neilly and Paea Leach and integrated as a type of 'choral singing' into the sound score.
A collaboration between Dr Jodie McNeilly, classical composer Adrain Kingwell and Paea Leach. Presented at Sydney Conservatorium of Music for Dance Meets Music 2014.