La Bouée

[Wybren]

*Standing ovation for Grim*

*Wybe steps up once again*

Whatsoever Ive feared has come to life
Whatsoever Ive fought off became my life
Just when everyday seemed to greet me with a smile
Sunspots have faded
And now Im doing time
Cause I fell on black days

Whomsoever Ive cured Ive sickened now
Whomsoever Ive cradled Ive put you down
Im a search light soul they say
But I cant see it in the night
Im only faking when I get it right
Cause I fell on black days
How would I know
That this could be my fate

So what you wanted to see good has made you blind
And what you wanted to be yours has made it mine
So dont you lock up something that you wanted to see fly
Hands are for shaking
No, not tying
No, not tying

I sure dont mind a change
But I fell on black days
How would I know
That this could be my fate

[Grimward]

Sticks head back in a moment to cheer for Wy and her Garden of Sound...

[Tillane]

*Cheers which are only just beginning to die down as Till steps up to the mic, acoustic in hand, and begins to play a simple, slightly mournful tune*

Now that I know
The way it goes
You gotta pay back every penny that you owe

Twelve years old
In your mama's clothes
Shut the blinds and lock up every door

And if you hear
Someone's coming near
Just close your eyes and make them disappear now

Years away
Finds me here today
On my own and always on my way now

So I send my friends
Gifts from where I've been
Something for the hand I’m never there to lend

Better keep those eyes
Climbing paradise
And don't pretend you won't reach it in the end now

Dearest dear
I know you've been near
Why'd you run, tell me why'd you disappear now

That you're not
Here with me
Seems to be the only time I can see you clearly

I may not know
How to treat or give you what you need
But I am a gentleman who says what he means now

And now I sing
Upon my knees
And praise the kindness of a gentle breeze

I see it swell
Like a story in me to tell
Told years away and past my day of dying

So you raise them up
To heaven always hell
They’re unaware, share, give a hand to help, son

Oh you give them away
But they’ll come back to you someday
Wanna know why nobody was ever there to help them

And no it ain’t fair
And if God forbid you care
It’s enough to get you in a whole lot of trouble

Oh realise
It ain’t wise to idealise
Or put your life in the hands of any struggle

Never renounce
Or ever claim to be
Never buy that freedom just ain’t free now

Ella said
Sifting in the sand
Like a hymn within to help us understand

Heaven awaits
We’re making our last stand
Glory bound and sparrow in our hand

[Karn Maeshalanadae]

Ladies and gentlemen, the next song I'm about to sing is one that is rather kind of a mystery, and not only to me. I'm sure the artist who sang it had some kind of message behind it, but what it is, nobody can really understand-or so I've been told.

Now, without further adieu....*Shapeshifts into Peter Gabriel*


Climbing up on solsbury hill
I could see the city light
Wind was blowing, time stood still
Eagle flew out of the night

He was something to observe
Came in close, I heard a voice
Standing stretching every nerve
I had to listen had no choice

I did not believe the information
Just had to trust imagination
My heart was going boom boom, boom
Son, he said, grab your things, Ive come to take you home.

To keeping silence I resigned
My friends would think I was a nut
Turning water into wine
Open doors would soon be shut

So I went from day to day
Though my life was in a rut
till I thought of what Id say
Which connection I should cut

I was feeling part of the scenery
I walked right out of the machinery
My heart was going boom boom boom
Hey, he said, grab your things, Ive come to take you home.
Yeah back home

When illusion spin her net
Im never where I want to be
And liberty she pirouette
When I think that I am free

Watched by empty silhouettes
Who close their eyes, but still can see
No one taught them etiquette
I will show another me

Today I dont need a replacement
Ill tell them what the smile on my face meant
My heart was going boom boom boom
Hey, I said, you can keep my things, theyve come to take me home.

[Wybren]

*Applause dies down for Karn as Wybe takes the stage, continuing in the Peter Gabriel theme, but not metamorphing into him*



Did you think that your feet had been bound
By what gravity brings to the ground?
Did you feel you were tricked
By the future you picked?
Well come on down

All these rules don't apply
When you're high in the sky
So come on down
Come on down

We're coming down to the ground
There's no better place to go
We've got snow upon the mountains
We've got rivers down below
We're coming down to the ground
To hear the birds sing in the trees
And the land will be looked after
We send the seeds out in breeze

Did you think you'd escaped from routine
By changing the script and the scene?
Despite all you made of it
you're always afraid of the change

You've got a lot on your chest
Well you can come as my guest
So come on down
Come on down

We're coming down to the ground
There's no better place to go
We've got snow upon the mountains
We've got rivers down below
We're coming down to the ground
We'll hear the birds sing in the trees
And the land will be looked after
we send the seeds out in breeze

Like the fish in the ocean
We felt at home in the sea
We learned to live off the good land
We learned to climb up a tree
then we got up on two legs
But we wanted to fly
When we messed up our homeland
and set sail for the sky

We're coming down to the ground
There's no better place to go
We've got snow upon the mountains
We got rivers down below
We're coming down to the ground
We'll hear the birds sing in the trees
And the land will be looked after
we send the seeds out in the breeze

We're coming down
Comin' down to earth
Like babies at birth
Comin' down to earth

Redefine your priorities
These are extraordinary qualities

We're coming down to the ground
There's no better place to go
We've got snow upon the mountains
We've got rivers down below
We're coming down to the ground
We'll hear the birds sing in the trees
And the land will be looked after
We'll send the seeds out in the breeze

We're coming down to the ground
There's no better place to go
We've got snow upon the mountains
We've got rivers down below
We're coming down to the ground
We'll hear the birds sing in the trees
And the land will be looked after
We send the seeds out in the breeze

[Tillane]

*Till strides back into the room as the cheers for Wy slowly die down, and seats himself at the piano*

Go son, go down to the water,
And see the women weeping there.
Then go up into the mountains;
The men, they are weeping too.

Father, why are all the women weeping?
They are weeping for their men.
Then why are all the men there weeping?
They are weeping back at them.

This is a weeping song,
A song in which to weep.
While all the men and women sleep.
This is a weeping song,
But I won't be weeping long.

Father, why are all the children weeping?
They are merely crying, son.
O, are they merely crying, father?
Yes, true weeping is yet to come.

This is a weeping song,
A song in which to weep.
While all the men and children sleep.
This is a weeping song,
But I won't be weeping long.

O father tell me, are you weeping?
Your face seems wet to touch.
O, then I'm so sorry, father.
I never thought I hurt you so much.

This is a weeping song,
A song in which to weep.
While we rock ourselves to sleep.
This is a weeping song,
But I won't be weeping long.
No, I won't be weeping long.
No, I won't be weeping long.
No, I won't be weeping long.

[Karn Maeshalanadae]

*Steps up to the microphone, shifting into Cat Stevens*

This is a song that is fairly close to my heart. It reminds me some of my late Grandfather, may his soul forever rest, and reminds us all that none of us can live forever.



Oh I'm on my way, I know I am, somewhere not so far
from here
All I know is all I feel right now, I feel the power growing
in my hair
Sitting on my own not by myself, everybody's here with me
I don't need to touch your face to know, and I don't need to
use my eyes to see
I keep on wondering if I sleep too long, will I always wake
up the same (or so)?
And keep on wondering if I sleep too long, will I even wake up
again or something
Oh I'm on my way I know I am, but times there were when
I thought not
Bleeding half my soul in bad company, I thank the moon I
had the strength to stop
I'm not making love to anyone's wishes, only for that light I see
'Cause when I'm dead and lowered low in my grave, that's gonna
be the only thing that's left of me
And if I make it to the waterside, will I even find me a boat
(or so)?
And if I make it to the waterside, I'll be sure to write you
not or something
Oh I'm on my way, I know I am, somewhere not so far
from here
All I know is all I feel right now, I feel the power growing
in my hair
Oh life is like a maze of doors and they all open from the
side you're on
Just keep on pushing hard boy, try as you may
You're going to wind up where you started from
You're going to wind up where you started from

[Tillane]

*Till wanders in, seats himself before the mic and begins plucking a gentle tune on his acoustic guitar*

Run like a race for family
When you hear like you're alone.
The rusty gears of morning,
And faceless, busy phones.
We gladly run in circles,
But the shape we meant to make is gone.

And love is a tired symphony
You hum when you're awake;
And love is a crying baby
Mama warned you not to shake.
And love's the best sensation
Hiding in the lion's mane.

So I'll clear the road, the gravel
And the thorn bush in your path,
That burns a scented oil
That I'll drip into your bath.
The water's there to warm you
And the earth is warmer when you laugh.

And love is the scene I render
When you catch me wide awake;
And love is the dream you enter
Though I shake and shake and shake you.
And love is the best endeavour
Waiting in the lion's mane...

[Karn Maeshalanadae]

*Steps up to the stage, shifting into the band Jethro Tull*

Ladies and gentlemen, I must warn you this song is a bit....down.


The old Rocker wore his hair too long,
wore his trouser cuffs too tight.
Unfashionable to the end --- drank his ale too light.
Death's head belt buckle --- yesterday's dreams ---
the transport caf' prophet of doom.
Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams
in his post-war-babe gloom.

Now he's too old to Rock'n'Roll but he's too young to die.

He once owned a Harley Davidson and a Triumph Bonneville.
Counted his friends in burned-out spark plugs
and prays that he always will.
But he's the last of the blue blood greaser boys
all of his mates are doing time:
married with three kids up by the ring road
sold their souls straight down the line.
And some of them own little sports cars
and meet at the tennis club do's.
For drinks on a Sunday --- work on Monday.
They've thrown away their blue suede shoes.

Now they're too old to Rock'n'Roll and they're too young to die.

So the old Rocker gets out his bike
to make a ton before he takes his leave.
Up on the A1 by Scotch Corner
just like it used to be.
And as he flies --- tears in his eyes ---
his wind-whipped words echo the final take
and he hits the trunk road doing around 120
with no room left to brake.

And he was too old to Rock'n'Roll but he was too young to die.
No, you're never too old to Rock'n'Roll if you're too young to di

[Wybren]

* pulls a chair up to the mic, nods at the band and starts to sing*


Hello,
Is there anybody in there
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone at home
Come on now
I hear you're feeling down
I can ease your pain
And get you on your feet again
Relax
I'll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts

There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain, you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb

O.K.
Just a little pin prick
There'll be no more aaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working, good
That'll keep you going through the show
Come on it's time to go.

There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
And I have become
Comfortably numb.

[Karn Maeshalanadae]

Comfortably Numb. Good song there.

Ol' catfish in the lake, we called him Big Jim
When I was a kid, my only wish was to get my line in him
Skipped church one Sunday rowed out and throw'd in my line
Jim took that hook pole and me right over the side
Went driftin' down past old tires and rusty cans of beer
The angel of the lake whispered in my ear
"Before you chose your wish son
You better think first
With every wish there comes a curse"

I fell in love with beautiful Doreen
She was the prettiest thing this old town'd ever seen
I courted her and I made her mine
But I grew jealous whenever another man'd
Come walkin' down the line
And my jealousy made me treat her mean and cruel
She sighed, "Bobby oh Bobby you're such a fool
Don't you know before you choose your wish
You'd better think first
'Cause with every wish there comes a curse"

These days I sit around and laugh
At the many rivers I've crossed
But on the far banks there's always another forest
Where a man can get lost
Well there in the high trees love's bluebird glides
Guiding us 'cross to another river on the other side
And there someone is waitin' with a look in her eyes
And though my heart's grown weary
And more than a little bit shy
Tonight I'll drink from her waters to quench my thirst
And leave the angels to worry
With every wish...

[Tillane]

*Till swaggers on stage and gives a nod to the house band, who break into a sultry, ever-so-sleazy tune*

I walk into the corner of my room
See my friends in high places;
I don't know which is which or who is whom,
They've stolen each others faces.
Janet is there with her hi-hatting hair
Full of bedroom feathers.
Janet is known to make dead men groan
In any kind of weathers.
I crawl over to her,
I say “hey, baby, I say, hey, Janet!
You are the one, you are the sun
And I'm your dutiful planet.”
But she ain't down with any of that,
She's heard that s*** before.
I say “ah ha, oh yeah, you're right,”
Cause I see Betty X standing by the door
With more news from nowhere.
More news from nowhere.
And it's getting strange in here,
Yeah, it gets stranger every year.
More news from nowhere.
More news from nowhere.


Now Betty X is like Betty Y
Minus that fatal chromosome;
Her hair is like the wine dark sea
On which sailors come home.
I say “hey, baby, I say, hey, Betty X!”
I lean close up to her throat -
“This light you are carrying is like a lamp
Hanging from a distant boat.”
“It is my light,” said Betty X,
Betty X says, “this light ain't yours!”
And so much wind blew through her words
That I went rolling down the hall
For more news from nowhere.
More news from nowhere
And it's strange in here
Yeah, it gets stranger every year.
More news from nowhere.
More news from nowhere.

I turn another corner, I go down a corridor
And I see this guy:
He must be about one hundred foot tall
And he only has one eye.
He asks me for my autograph:
I write “nobody” and then
I wrap myself up in my woolly coat
And blind him with my pen.
Cause someone must have stuck something in my drink,
Everything was getting strange looking,
Half the people had turned into squealing pigs
That the other half were cooking.
“Let me out of here!” I cried,
And I went pushing past,
And I saw Miss Polly singing with some girls
I cried, “strap me to the mast!”
For more news from nowhere.
More news from nowhere.
It's getting strange in here,
And it gets stranger every year.
More news from nowhere.
More news from nowhere.

Then a black girl with no clothes on
Danced across the room;
We charted the progress of the planets
Around that boogie-woogie moon.
I called her my Nubian princess,
I gave her some sweet-back bad-ass jive;
I spent the next seven years between her legs
Pining for my wife.
But by and by it all went wrong,
I felt all washed-up on the shore.
She stared down at me from up in the storm,
And I sobbed upon the floor
For more news from nowhere.
More news from nowhere.
And don't it make you feel alone,
And don't it make you wanna get right on home.
More news from nowhere
More news from nowhere

Here comes Alina with two black eyes,
She's given herself a transfusion;
She's filled herself with panda blood
To avoid all the confusion.
I said “the sun rises and falls with you”
And various things about love,
But a rising violence in me
Cut all my circuits off.
Well, Alina she starts screaming,
Her cheeks are full of psychotropic leaves:
Her extinction was nearly absolute
When she turned her back on me
For more news from nowhere.
More news from nowhere.
And it's getting strange in here,
And it's getting stranger every year.
More news from nowhere.
More news from nowhere.

I bumped bang crash into Deanna
Hanging pretty in the door frame;
All the horrors that have befallen me,
Well, Deanna is to blame.
“Every time I see you, babe,
You make me feel so all alone!”
And I wept my face into her dress
Long after she'd gone home
With more news from nowhere.
More news from nowhere.
And don't it make you feel alone,
Don't it make you wanna get right back home?
More news from nowhere.
More news from nowhere.

Don't it make you feel so sad?
Don't the blood rush to your feet?
To think that everything you do today,
Tomorrow is obsolete.
Technology and women
And little children, too:
Don't it make you feel blue?
Don't it make you feel blue?
For more news from nowhere.
More news from nowhere.
Don't it make you feel alone,
Yeah, don't it make you wanna get right back home?
More news from nowhere.
More news from nowhere.

Well, I gotta say,
Yeah, I gotta say,
Goodbye…

[Karn Maeshalanadae]

*Steps up to the microphone*

Broadway is dark tonight
A little bit weaker than you used to be
Broadway is dark tonight
See the young man sitting
In the old man's bar
Waiting for his turn to die

The cowboy kills the rock star
And Friday night's gone too far
The dim light hides the years
On all the faded girls

Forgotten but not gone
You drink it off your mind
You talk about the world
Like it's someplace that you've been

You see you'd love to run home
But you know you ain't got one
And you're livin' in a world
That you're best forgotten around here

Broadway is dark tonight
A little bit weaker than you used to be
Broadway is dark tonight
See the young man sitting
In the old man's bar
Waiting for his turn to die

You choke down all your anger
Forget your only son
You pray to statues when you sober up for fun
Your anger don't impress me
The world slapped in your face
It always rains like hell on the losers day parade

You see you'd love to run home
But you know you ain't got one
'Cause you're livin' in a world that you're best forgotten
And when you're thinkin' of a joke
And nobody's gonna listen
To the one small point
I know they been missin' round here

Broadway is dark tonight
A little bit weaker than you used to be
Broadway is dark tonight
See the young man sitting
In the old man's bar
Waiting for his turn to die

You see you'd love to run home
But you know you ain't got one
'Cause you're livin' in a world
That you're best forgotten
And if you're thinkin' of a joke
Do you think that they'll listen
To the one small point
I know they been missin' round here

Broadway is dark tonight
A little bit weaker than you used to be
Broadway is dark tonight
See the young man sitting
In the old man's bar
Waiting for his turn to die

[Tillane]

*Till wanders into the quiet room, hops up on stage and takes the mic*

Your great-grandfather was a great lawyer
And his kid made a mint off the war.
Your father shot stills and then directed films
That your mom did publicity for.

I saw your older sis on The Year's Best Book list,
And your brother, he manages bands.
And you're keen to downplay, but quick to betray
With one well-turned-out wave of your hand.

That you come from wealth.
Yeah, you got wealth,
What a bitch they didn't give you much else.

I heard cuts by The Kinks on your speakers,
I saw Poe and Artaud on your shelves,
While The Last Laugh's first scene on your flat panel screen
Lit Chanel that you've wrapped around yourself.
You've got outsider art by an artist who arguably kidnapped a kid on the wall.
Your designers have slyly directed the eye down clean lines here in your well-lit hall.

You've got taste.
You've got taste.
What a waste that that's all that you have.

Oh, you wrote your thesis on the gospel of Thomas.
You shot some reversal film in Angkor Wat.
And this book that you read says there's less people dead
At this point, now, than those who are not.
And this film we once saw was reviled for its flaws,
But it's flaws were what made us have fun.
And the life some folks had might have made us feel bad…
Why feel bad? Man, it's nothing you've done.

It's all in your hand.
It's all in your hand -
Like a gun, like a globe, like a grand.

And this thing you once said disappeared from my head
In the time that it took to be amazed.
And this thing you once did might have dazzled the kids,
But the kids, once grown up, are gonna walk away.

And your world is gonna change nothing.
And your world is gonna change nothing.
And our world is gonna change nothing.
And our world is gonna change nothing.
And our world is gonna change nothing.

[Wybren]

* As the crowd applaud for Till's Singer Songwriter rendition, Wy takes the piano, adjust the mic and begins*

I was never cool in school
I'm sure you don't remember me
And now it's been 10 years
I'm still wondering who to be
But I'd love to mix
In circles, cliques, and social coteries - that's me
Hand me my nose ring (Can we be happy?)
Show me the mosh pit (Can we be happy?)
We can be happy underground


Who's got the looks, who's got the brains
Who's got everything
I got this pain in my heart, that's all
Hey you with the long and lonely face
There's got to be something else
Let me tell ya something else
There was this girl who passed me by
She gave a smile but I was shy
I looked down, so down
Don't look there no no, go go underground
But now there's a place to go
It's the morning, it's the evening
It's everything
I click my heels and I'm there


Underground, underground
Everything's happy underground
You been kicked around
Did life bring you down here
Everything's heavy underground


We'll be decked in all black and
Slamming the pit fantastic
Officer Friendly's little boy's got a mohawk
He knows just where we're coming from
It's industrial, work it underground
Get down, get down, get down


Underground, underground
Everything's happy underground
You been kicked around
Did life bring you down here
Everything's heavy underground