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It.

2007-06-15

Good morning Boys and Girls.

Had this idea for a poem this morning...

Got a couple of stanzas done - a couple of times.

Was supposed to be a serious poem about searching for "it," something that's been on my mind of late.

Well, let's just say, my attempts, um... sucked.

My favorite lyrics about "it," come from the 1974 Genesis album called "The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway," still among my top five favorite albums of all time.

The story of a young hoodlum named "Rael" trying to find his way in New York City; the concert to support the album was simply awe-inspiring.

(Saw a Genesis tribute band from Quebec, called "the Musical Box," redo the entire show a couple of years ago, and even it brought tears to my eyes.)

The final song of the album is called "It," copyright 1974 by Peter Gabriel, Tony Banks, Michael Rutherford and Steve Hackett

Here's the set-up from the "handout" at the concerts and then the lyrics:

(Rael cannot look away from those eyes, mesmerized by his own image. In a quick movement, his consciousness darts from one face to the other, then back again, until his presence is no longer solidly contained in one or the other. In this fluid state he observes both bodies outlined in yellow and the surrounding scenery melting into a purple haze. With a sudden rush of energy up both spinal columns, their bodies, as well, finally dissolve into the haze.

All this takes place without a single sunset, without a single bell ringing and without a single blossom falling from the sky. Yet it fills everything with its mysterious intoxicating presence. It's over to you...)


"When its cold, it come slow
it is warm, just watch it grow
- all around me

it is here.
it is now.

Just a little bit of it
can bring you up or down.
Like the supper?
-it is cooking in your hometown.

it is chicken,
it is eggs,
it is in between your legs.
it is walking on the moon,
-leaving your cocoon.

it is the jigsaw.
it is purple haze.
it never stays in one place,
but it's not a passing phase,
it is in the singles bar,
in the distance of the face
it is in between the cages,
it is always in a space

it is here.
it is now.

Any rock can be made to roll
If you've enough of "it" to pay the toll
it has no home in words or goal
Not even in your favorite hole
it is the hope for the dope
Who rides the horse without a hoof
it is shaken; not stirred;
Cocktails on the roof.

When you eat right through it?
-you see everything alive
it is inside spirit,
with enough grit to survive
If you think that its pretentious?
-you've been taken for a ride.
Look across the mirror sonny,
before you choose; decide

it is here.
it is now

it is Real.
it is Rael

'cos it's only knock and know-all,
but I like it...
yeah, it's only knock and know-all,
but I like it... (repeat and fade...)


Be good to everyone.

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Barnabus (2007-06-15)
It is cool...it is witty...what can one say about..it? It is! It does...and sometimes It can't! Whatever are we going to do with...it??

Doe (2007-06-15)
What is it? Who is it? Where is it? Is it something that can be obtained. Is it the same all the time? Does it change? Does it really exist? I'd like to see your attempt :) I doubt "it" sucked.

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