invisible lyric
(words for jeff beck's 'angel footsteps')
I
out from strata manifold
angel pinions
lithe on zephyrs coasting,
soaring unbroken
low over base-cloud tundra
and onwards, nowhere
beyond horizons precluded
climbing
shelf above shelf
thru aegean gleam
smoke-blue cirri threads
like silk-weave furze -
a myriad of spirals
strewn
far across ether fields
and onwards, nowhere
soundless
tail wings
traverse
azure fields rising
angel footsteps
ghosting
graphite swathes
leave no shadows
burning
II
Nimbus cluster
way off
in a corner
of sky
fizzlin' out
these ashen clumps
of air-mist
drifting
Vapour-silt hangs
heavy in stillness
far winds transient
on jet-stream siphoned
angels transcending
coming down,
escaping,
thru
the hidden floor
Footsteps
rapping
at lattice dismantling
angels dance and angels soar,
Nebula manifest
dark rising
cloak-spectre,
angels tailspin
angels
are no more
III
translucent
contrail ribbon
snakes
beads of zircon crystal
twilight's slipstream
fades to light gold
far winds winding
through sky-paths
narrowing,
where angels drowse
on sirocco whisper
transient magnetic residue
glints
salmon pink lustre
on thermal jet-stream
altitude voyager
footsteps slinking
all along
the sky-plain
and onwards nowhere
thru heaven's
door
beyond stealth
tower clouds
of radiant
molten ore
© David Jones
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Commentary:
'Angel footsteps' is an instrumental track on a Jeff Beck CD called Jeff Beck Who Else? released in 1999. The words are about the music, the 'landscape/skyscape in the music' and how I saw angels floating around in that imaginary space.
I used abstract imagery because rather than talk in 'real terms' about 'real' stuff - which can be found elsewhere, I liked to give the reader something other than 'the real' to consider. Why does it have to be real?
I like things which consider form, not just content, people relate to shapes, and the forms of the shapes as well as the thing inside it.
Chris Cornell (Soundgarden frontman) once said to a question about one of his songs, 'why is love like suicide' he replied 'I don't know, man, it's just words on a page.' They don't have to have a meaning or purpose - they don't in this particular instance - they just sound good. Anyone see any references to John Clare, Edgar Alan Poe, Bob Dylan, Edward Thomas in here?
David Jones
Bonfire contributor
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