FEAST
1983
- Inoa'Ole
- Gecko
- Sky Train
- Flesh
The dawning is over
the morning is over
and I can't look into your eyes
a cold November morning
a shivering new dawning
I watched your energy slide
It's sad to see it dying -- that fire once so lively
now three tears have fallen from my eyes
a dampened need for fire -- a kindled desire
the power just vanished from your eyes
the dawning is over
the mourning is over
I still can't look into your eyes
The ice house preserves
with incestuous flowers
their nightly perfume overpowers me
the stamens kiss
entwined devouring
the heart will melt whilst the ice remains
erogenous touch -- of brother and sister
the ice retains life -- no offspring to bear
phallic flower etched into my memory
a feline form on a frosty pane
not ashes to ashes
not dust to dust
a beckoning bouquet
of blossoming lust
oh will you stay -- until this moment's complete?
oh let me freeze you -- with this fragrance so sweet
we shall not slither and wither away
the door will lock shut -- when the ice names the day
With your mouth around the bottle -- then you smash it on the hearth
reach out for another one -- don't look back on the past
a chair through the window -- then through the looking glass
the crystal splinters shimmer -- bathe the pavement in moon-dust
laughing in the crimson rain -- we feel no pain
with shards in our soles we'll dance again and again
oh again and again amidst the laughter in the crimson rain
with your mouth around the bottle -- then you smash it on the hearth
forget tomorrow's mess -- because right now is the best...
I guess we're dancing on glass...
Giant sized flowers
giant sized bugs
giant sized gecko
is making his path
undergrowth running
a chorus of frogs
a parakeet's picnic
all writhing in a tub
panoramic banana
a passion fruit samba
pale skin is itching -- a tropical fever
creatures crawl and creatures call
all creatures great and small
gecko sits and watches all
from perches short and tall
kula 'ula 'ula poni
'alani melemele polu
'akala 'oma 'oma 'o
Come to the festival of colours
celebrate the festival of colours
shake your serpent thrashing hair
come and tint the sleeping air
across the seas from India
but a rainbow can start anywhere
clutching handfuls of the powder
throw it everywhere
chanting out their many names
kick it to the wind...
kula 'ula 'ula poni
'alani melemele polu
'akala 'oma 'oma 'o...
... festival of colours
Kiss the girl -- kiss the girl
hands around the steering wheel
caress the shiny vinyl feel
don't you miss the girl?
miss the girl?
seduced reflection in the chrome
there's petrol stains outside your home
kiss the girl -- kiss the girl
your loving strokes are fatal charms
revenge bites back into her arms
you didn't miss the girl -- you hit the girl
you hit her with a force of steel
she's wrapped around your burning wheels
kissthegirlmissthegirlkissthegirlmissthegirl
He Moa Kane (ancient Hawaiian riddle)
Above is red -- below is red
hear the ringing voice...
a strutting rooster
The bursting balloon cocktails are soon
young glands young flesh invade the room
a sardonic mood ughh...
watch the rich fatty eating raw fish with avid curiosity
oh piggy squeals and donkey bray -- at a sober party
doggy barks and horsey neighs -- try to shock the party
impaled on pleasure impaled on a spear impaled with danger
impaled with fear
a disfigured dismembered sex with a third world cast
young glands young flesh the beating heart
oh piggy squeals and donkey brays -- at a sober party
doggy barks and horsey neighs -- try to shock the party
the bursting balloon cocktails are soon
young glands young flesh penetrate the room
they fall on the camera lens against the tumble drier screen
on the edit room floor lies a messier scene
oh piggy squeals and donkey brays -- at a sober party
doggy barks and horsey neighs -- try to shock the party