Rippling Moth's Wing Revelations

Too long the lines of the Sun - too arced the zenith and peak - too long the beams of the stars - gravity bends time-waves and matter - regardless, the skein unwinds, the dew collects, the song upwells, the music swells, the spirits rise, the spirits rise - and songs unwind -

Send this postcard of Syd Barrett to your friends...

Lucifer Sam - Pink Floyd

The Gnome - Pink Floyd

Scarecrow - Pink Floyd (supply your own music - whistle the tune or sing it if you know it… I sing it in D)

Bike - Pink Floyd

 

Julia Dream - Pink Floyd

The Narrow Way - Pink Floyd

Cirrus Minor - Pink Flord

If It’s In You - Intro-Blurb Outtake - Syd Barrett

Long Gone - Syd Barrett

Golden Hair - Syd Barrett

Effervescing Elephant - Syd Barrett

If - Pink Floyd

Jugband Blues - Pink Floyd

Tyranosaurus Rex - Stacey Grove

Or groove to these hip LP's - it's up to you...

The Piper At The Gates Of Dawn - Pink Floyd

        
More - Pink Floyd


The Madcap Laughs - Syd Barrett


Jet Propelled - Soft Machine


Prophets, Seers and Sages, The Angels of the Ages  - Tyrannosaurus Rex


Playlist of stuff about Syd


Walk With Me Sydney... Pink Floyd, 1965
- early Syd songs, recently released....

and in the dreaming shall be wakefullness!

Hellys - A Golden Metheven Mandala of Bliss in Kernow's Dreamy Kiss

Down the time-tunnel – through to 1966 and beyond – all stations are stations of possibility – in this Lovesummer of Explosive Peace and bright joy – revisiting the pastown like Marley’s Ghost, Marcus’ Ghost, Garvey’s Ghost, and all the ghosts of Pengersick’s wizard-haunted towering realm, espied afar overseas, far over tramor and trasna na dtonnta – this Keltek tin-town tin-pot real – look and learn it… old newspapers – all the styles that have gone – yesterday’s modernity – faded futurism and peeling paint on boutique doors and discotech tactile touchstones – all is revealed in the streets of archaic and lichen-crusted granite and in the faces of those you meet – reality unfurls its banner and rattles replete –

Metheven howlyak scorches the pavements on the south-facing hill, the nettley hill over the Cober – June sun sears streets and blue azure dark dome broods happily with sparkling light-points- pointillism come to life in impressionistic drowse – nothing changes too much here, I stuck my head round the door of the dark and cavernous inn to see that naught had changed too much, except for the bairns running around – playing in the drunken footfalls of ghost-monks from the 13^th Century – the Bewlay Brothers blasting from a teenage tape-player, sunshine- sunshine – fields of the sun-

and all this shot through with great truths I have yet to imagine-

ΣΑΝ ΕΓΥΡΙΖ' ΑΠ' ΤΗΝ ΠΥΛΟ, 1935, ΣΤΡΑΤΟΣ ΠΑΓΙΟΥΜΤΖΗΣ

 

ΔΕΝ ΜΠΟΡΩ, ΜΑΝΟΥΛΑ Μ' (ΓΙΑΤΡΟΣ)_Μάρθα Φριντζήλα

Κοντούλα η βλάχα στα βουνά-Αλεξοπούλου Ντίνα

Ο καιξης - Χατζηχρηστος- Βαμβακαρης

ΧΑΜΕΝΟΙ ΑΓΓΕΛΟΙ - 1948 (Χιώτης-Εσύ 'σαι η αιτία)

Irie!