James

About me:

Activities:sketching,painting,drawing images/impressions of my heroes[see below] models of all varieties,listening to music, watching sports, hanging around with my cats,writing short stories,songs,poems,reviews,lyrics and feeding my unnatural impulse to replace my entire vinyl collection with insanely expensive 25 min surf music cds aside from that I spend far too many hours listening to tenth generation Doors bootlegs or watching hazy Doors tv promos,ditto for countless Beatles,Beach Boys,um, collectables.Doing charity work, reading Fleming/Markham/Gardner/Benson and Wood James Bond novels, as well as mid 70's marvel comics and graphic novels.Esp Captain Britain....a happy memory from my school days]Interests:as above, but with an emphasis on listening to pre Exile on Main Street Rock music.helping out the Fleet Lions, and the Cat Protection charity, studying the Munich olympic massacre and fostering an unhealthy addiction to the Jack the Ripper as well as the Baader-Meinhof, Red Army Faction era of European terrorism, occasionally writing material for 20-20, Beach Boys Britain, Beach Boys Stomp and if requested for myspace bands. I also write songs,poems and lyrics for the Surfonics, the Talking Mules, Tudor Lodge, My Dads Truck....A SERIES OF SNAPSHOTS OF MY LIFE Darryl Read and I ... THE REVENGE OF FATHER STAN DVD CREATED BY THE GENIUS THAT IS ROBIN LIFE,DEATH AND EVERYTHING INBETWEEN-MESRB Me, a ship, an isle, a sickle moon, with few but with how splendid stars The mirrors of the sea are strewn between their silver bars! An isle beside an isle she lay, the pale ship anchored in the bay While in the young moon's port of gold, a star-ship, as the mirrors told Put forth its great and lonely light, to unreflecting ocean, night And still, a ship upon her seas, the isle and island cypresses Went sailing on without the gale, and still there moved the moon so pale A crescent ship without a sail, a still-borne dream on lilted trail Splendid in the morning glows, the lily; with what grace he throws His supplication to the rose: do roses nod down, Julia? But when the silver dove descends, I find the little flower of friends Whose very name that sweetly ends, I say when I’ve said, 'Julia' The morning light is clear and cold, I dare not in that light behold A deeper light, a deeper gold, a glory too far, Julia. But when the deep red eye of day, is level with the lone highway And some to Mecca turn to pray, and I toward you, Julia Or when the wind beneath the moon, is dazzling like a soul a-swoon And harping planets talk love's tune, with milky wings spread, Julia Shine down thy love, O burning bright, for one night or the other night Will come the Gardener in white, and gathered flowers for Julia I who, am dead for forty years, and wrote this sweet archaic song Send you, my words for messengers, the way I shall not pass along I care not if you bridge the seas, or ride secure the cruel sky Or build consummate palaces of metal or of masonry But have you wine and music still, and statues and a bright-eyed love And foolish thoughts of good and ill, and prayers to those who sit above? How shall we conquer? like a wind, that falls at eve our fancies blow And old Mæonides the blind, said it three thousand years ago Oh friend unseen, unborn, unknown, student of our English tongue, Read out my words at night, alone, I was a poet, I was young Since I may never see your face, and never take you by the hand I send my soul through time and space, to greet you, you will understand. MAJOR EXTERNAL SCREWHEADS RUBBER BAND UNEDITED LYRICS AS THE TWILIGHT OF MY DAYS DRAW NEAR/I HOLD YOU CLOSE TO CEASE MY FEARS/AND ITS YOUR VOICE I WANT TO HEAR/FOR YOU,MY LOVE,MAKE SHADOWS CLEAR....FOR GIVING ME LOVE/WHEN I'VE BEEN ALONE/FOR NOT WALKING OFF/OR IGNORING THE PHONE/FOR GIVING ME HOPE/WHEN ALL SEEMED FORLORN/FOR HOLDING ME CLOSE/AND KEEPING ME WARM/FOR ALL OF THESE THINGS/AND FOR SO MUCH MORE/I LOVE YOU/MY LOVE/FOR YOU'RE WHAT I LIVED FOR.......THE LAST SENNIGHTS OF OUR LOVE DRAWS NIGH/I PULL TOU NEAR/TO HEAR YOUR SIGHS/TO FEEL YOUR BREATH/AND DRY YOUR EYES/FOR YOU/MY LOVE/WERE MY SUNRISE...FOR GIVING ME LOVE/WHEN I'VE BEEN ALONE/FOR NOT WALKING OFF/OR IGNORING THE PHONE/FOR GIVING ME HOPE/WHEN ALL SEEMED FORLORN/FOR HOLDING ME CLOSE/AND KEEPING ME WARM/FOR ALL OF THESE THINGS/AND FOR SO MUCH MORE/I LOVE YOU/MY LOVE/FOR YOU'RE WHAT I LIVED FOR.. AS THE MIDNIGHT OF OUR DAYS DRAW NEAR/I'VE HELD YOU CLOSE/THROUGH MY LAST YEARS/ITS STILL YOUR VOICE/I NEED TO HEAR/ONLY YOU/MY LOVE/STILL CALM MY FEARS...FOR GIVING ME LOVE/WHEN I'VE BEEN ALONE/FOR NOT WALKING OFF/OR IGNORING THE PHONE/FOR GIVING ME HOPE/WHEN ALL SEEMED FORLORN/FOR HOLDING ME CLOSE/AND KEEPING ME WARM/FOR ALL OF THESE THINGS/AND FOR SO MUCH MORE/I LOVE YOU/MY LOVE/FOR YOU'RE WHAT I LIVED FOR.. FOR GIVING ME LOVE/WHEN I'VE BEEN ALONE/FOR NOT WALKING OFF/OR IGNORING THE PHONE/FOR GIVING ME HOPE/WHEN ALL SEEMED FORLORN/FOR HOLDING ME CLOSE/AND KEEPING ME WARM/FOR ALL OF THESE THINGS/AND FOR SO MUCH MORE/I LOVE YOU/MY LOVE/FOR YOU'RE WHAT I LIVED FOR.....STRING THE GOLDEN EMPRESS OF THE F-NOTED BODY/SHE HAS PLAYED HER TUNE THROUGH ME/SHE WAS MY COHORT/THRU IMPROVISED DARK DELIGHTS/ON THURSDAY SHE PLAYED FOR ALL AT NIGHT/HER CASTLE HAS A MOAT/A POOL?/NOT UNDRESSED NOR BLESSED/JUST OPHELIA/SODDEN IN SILK AND TEARS/SHE CAN NEVER STEER FROM THEIR BONDED PACT/SHE SKULKS WITHIN HIS LAIR/THEIR DISCONNECTED KUDOS/SHAKEN HARMONIES/SHE WAS MY HUNGERED LOVE/TELL HER I SAW MY LIFE RECEEDING.FELT THE SHADOWS OF MY EYES,BLACKENED AND BLEEDING.IT WAS A FLIGHT,IT WAS ME,MORE,MUCH MORE THAN I EVER ONCE DISPLAYED,WERE THE REASONS OR THE WAYS.DREAMS LIE CRENELATE ON A WOUNDED LAKE.A NATION OF GNATHONIC CONQUISTADORS.INJUDICIOUS IN THEIR SECULAR CONTRADICTIONS.CALLING TESTAMENT FORM BLIND WITNESS.RAPT IN COILED TENEBROUS ASSOCIATION,DRIPPING IN RAPT COILED ELEGANCE. GIAOR.TORTIVE IN CATECHUMEN.SEEK THE INFINATE SALVE.LIGHT THE SACRED CIERGE,ABSTERGE....AS THE LAST SENNIGHTS OF OUR LOVE DRAW NIGH,I PULL YOU CLOSE TO HEAR YOUR SIGHS,TO FEEL YOUR BREATH,TO DRY YOUR EYES,FOR YOU MY LOVE,WERE MY SUNRISE. DOWN PAST THE BELFAST IN DOCK.THE OXO BUILDING,THE FINE ART CLOCK.BLACK LAMP POSTS STANDING SO ALONE ,DOWN PAST THE SIX THEN HEAD ON BACK HOME./RETURN TO THE FESTIVAL HALL.PAST THE CELEBRITIES ON ITS WALLS,SEE DAME MARGOT FONTAINE,THEN ONTO THE SUBWAY TRAINS,WAVE FAREWELL TO WESTMINSTER BRIDGE,THE FOUR FACED TOWER KISSING THE DARKENED SKY,PLEASURE CRUISERS SAIL ON BY ,'NEATH THE SHADOW OF THE EYE........ SHE DREAMS THE WEDDING DREAM.HONEYMOONS AND WHITE BOUQUETS.CHAMPAGNE AND CREAM,A REALITY SO FAR AWAY.SHE DREAMS THAT LOVE HOLDS FORTH,FOR LOVERS THAT HOLD AND CRY/I'M SOMEWHERE IN THIS DREAM/BUT I CAN'T FIND A REASON WHY. A MOON WAS RISING FAST UPON A RAGING SEA AND THE SIMPLE ACT OF A VIRGIN'S TRACT MADE IT A FAIT ACCOMPLI WHILST DEEP BELOW HER WATER-LINE THERE CAME THEN UNTO ME,A WAVE A-LAPPING 'GAINST MY SOUL THAT SET MY LIFE FORCE FREE/THERE IN THE SHADOWS OF ALL HALLOWS. BENEATH A CROSS OF PALMS. CHOKING UPON HER MARLBORO LIGHT AS BEGGERS HAD SUNG PSALMS. WE SAT AND RODE THE GOLDEN LODE ,SMUGGLERS BEFORE THE BREEZE,A WAVE WOULD FORCE MY SHELL TO BREAK AND SET MY LIFE FORCE FREE./SIPPING FROM AN AMPOULE OF ABSINTHE,GETTING SO HIGH AND FREE.STEERING MY THOUGHTS TO SEAS OF GREEN AND KITES OF TANGERINE. THE DUCHESS OF MY NEVERLAND SILENTLY SWUM TO ME,HER SONG WOULD CAUSE MY WING TO BREAK.AND SET MY LIFE FORCE FREE./NIGHTMARES THERE ARE BURNING,SCORCHING THE VELVET NIGHT, EMBRIONIC ABTRUCES IN THE VACUUM OF MY SIGHT.KALEIDOSCOPIC MISTRAL SOUNDS WOULD TURN AND TRIM MY BEAMS.SILENCE WOULD FORCE MY SAILS TO SLIP AND SET MY LIFE FORCE FREE. A SHOCK OF RAVENS BEQUEATHED UNTO ME/A SPPHIRE OF FREE INNER VISION/TOOK MY MESSAGE CLEAR AS A BRIGHTEST STAR/TO MY MUSE'S DARK ABODE/ABOVE THE TREE OF TREES/A HEALTHY DREAM/SPRUNG FORTH/DANCED TO A GHOSTLY HORNPIPE DANCE/PURPLE MIST/STOVEPIPE TRANCE/CRIMSON BLED PETALS/TURN INTO WALTZ-TIME COUPLES/DANCING SEAS OF LIGHT/ALL WAS FAMILIAR AND RIGHT/AN OLD MUSICIAN APPEARED AND SPAKE TO ME/I TASTED THE DREAM WHISKEY/TOASTED HER GOLDEN SPLEANDOR/MY CHOSEN PRIESTESS KISSED TIGHT/AND FOR A FLEETING DREAM......WE NESTLED/AMONGST SAND CHIMES/CRYSTAL CHARMS/WE HELD BENEATH THE RAVEN'S WINGS/TO DREAM MORE DREAMS/OF NEVER THINGS...........I NEED HOPE/I NEED HOPE IN ALL THINGS/I WANT TRUTH/I WANT TO BELIEVE IN SOMETHING/I WANT PAIN TO SLIP AWAY/LET ALL SORROWS FADE AWAY/I NEED LOVE/I WANT YOU/I NEED YOU/I LOVE YOU/I WANT LOVE/I NEED LOVE/I LOVE LOVE/I LOVE LOVE/MY DARLIN' HEAR MY PLEA/YOU ARE ALL I NEED,TO BE/SHARE MY LOVE/NO COMPROMISE/I WANT TO RID MYSELF OF LIES/I WANT TO BE THE REASON YOU ARISE/TO BE THE FIRST THING THAT GREETS YOUR EYES/TO BE THE GAOLER OF YOUR DREAMS UNTO SUNRISE/I WANT YOU/I NEED YOU/I LOVE YOU/I WANT LOVE/I NEED LOVE/I LOVE LOVE/I LOVE LOVE/I NEED HOPE/I NEED HOPE IN ALL THINGSI WANT TRUTH/I WANT TO BELIEVE IN SOMETHING/I WANT PAIN TO SLIP AWAY/LET ALL SORROWS FADE AWAY/I NEED LOVE/I WANT YOU/I NEED YOU/I LOVE YOU/I WANT LOVE/I NEED LOVE/I LOVE LOVE/I LOVE LOVE/MY LOVE HEAR ME SING/IN YOUR ARMS MY LIFE BEGINS/LEARN TO SHARE/LEARN TO CARE/MY LOVE HEAR ME SING.....IS THIS THE FRUIT OF THE VINE? CRYING THRU' SOFT ANIMAL SIGH,LEFT CARIOUS ON A SACRED VINE/WE SEEK SANCTUARY IN SPIRITUAL COPULATION,CALLING TESTAMENT FROM A SILENT WITNESS/DREAMS LAY CRENELLATE IN A WOUNDED LAKE,A NATION OF GNATHONIC CONQUISTADORS,INJUDICIOUS IN THEIR SECULR CONTRADICTIONS/WE ARE BEING LED TO SLOW CAPITULATION,BY OBSCENE AND ENCUMBRANT POLITICIANS,WHO FEED THEIR ICONOCLASTIC DESPOTISM WITH YOUNG AND INNOCENT FLESH/JOURNEY WE MORE INTO PUPILAGE ERUDITION,STRANGLED BY NIGHT-BURST,ITS THE CHILD FROM MANS PAST,WHICH FORMS IMAGES IN FROSTED GLASS,HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN THE LANGUID,LIQUID,SCREAM..WHICH THREADS FEATHERED HARPS?/IS HOPE A WORD THAT LAUGHTER OR REMORSE CAN'T ASSUAGE EVEN THRU ITS FOREIGN,FEINTED FLIGHT? OR IS IT THE STRANGE AND SINGULAR PRAYER FROM WHICH A CHILD IS BORN?.....CIRCUMDUCTIVE INCANTATOR/GIVE ME AN INSOLVENT HOUR/A DOCTRINE OF SANGUINE EXPECTANCY,AN HOUR OF DESIRE/TO BORE THROUGH THE SILENT MOIRE/LIQUID HEAVEN/AND KNOW THE TENDER BLOSSOMED DEPTHS OF MYSTERY/IF I AM ALLOWED I WILL UNFURL MY BEAK/TO GNAW/THRU' THE PSYCHIAL MAW/OF POWERED RHYTHM/AS MY SHIP LEAVES HARBOUR/A SPENT TICKET/THROUGH THE LABYRINTH OF WANTON THICKET/TO THE PURE,PURPLE ARBOUR WAITING/SWIMMING IN ITS RAPT COILED ELEGANCE/IN TENEBROUS ASSOCIATION..... HAS GOD CREATED THE SWEET OCCULAR PROMISE OF A WOMAN TO KEEP ME ARDENT?/OR SENT ME POETRY TO LEAD ME BACK INTO MADNESS?/THROUGH BLACKENED STREETS/TINY SNAKING FINGER BELLS /A RHYTN OF SOULS/BACK TO THE WARM WATERS WHICH WEANED ME./IN THE HOLLOW DREAM WHERE THE MIND HIDES/IN CHILDS INNOCENT PRAYER/CREATES A RAW REMNANT OF FORM/FEAR SEDUCES/THE STELLION COILED/DEFINED IN THE BLIND LIGHT/AROUND HER-THE GAMMADION SCION/LEADING HER THROUGH INTRACTABLE PASSING/TO THE EXUVIATE CUBAGE OF MOURNING...... I STEPPED FROM THE SHADOWS OF HER COLD BOWER.TO THE BLINDING DAWN OF VISION.A SPIRIT DISSOLVED IN VULGAR DERISION,THE CESTRUM SCORCHED OUR SOULS THAT HOUR.I CARRESSED HER SMILE,AND WATCHED HER SLOW,INTO THE SILENT LAODICIAN AFTER-GLOW. THE WORLDS WONDERS FILL YOUR DREAMS.BUT DREAMS ARE NEVER WHAT THEY SEEM.WIPE THE NIGHT NOW FROM YOUR EYES ,AWAKEN TO THE NIGHTMARES OF GOD'S SURPRISE........ HER WOOD AN UNCHARTED FOREST/SADLY HIS PORES NOW EMIT THE WAVES OF SYMPHONIC ENERGIES/HE WILL NEVER LET HER GO/TO CHEAP DEALERS/UNFAITHFUL FACES/THAT ARE ILLUMINATED BY HER PLUMES OF FIRE/SLEEK NYMPH/HYCID FAMILY/STILL I FLY MY LOINS THRU HER AZURE SMILE/THE SUN GODS KISSED YOUR SMILE/ON THE POST NIGHT OF SOLSTICE/LET FREEDOM BELLS SING..LET EVERYTHING........ HAVE YOU SEEN FATHER STAN?HE'S ALWAYS WILLING TO LEND A HAND/HES A VERY HANDS ON GUY/AFTER MASS HE DOES HIS LAP DANCE/ARE YOU WILLING TO TAKE A CHANCE?/"SHE'S" THE THRILL/OF THE MILL/ENIUM....HAVE YOU SEEN FATHER STAN? HE CROSS DRESSES IN HIS VAN/BECAUSE HE KNOWS HE CAN/HE LOOKED SO GOOD DECKED OUT IN BRAS/HE GRACED PAGE 3 OF THE STAR/SHE'S THE THRILL/OF THE MILL/ENIUM......AWAKING YESTERDAY/I FELT QUITE LONELY/AWAKING YESTERDAY/I FELT NOT RIGHT/BUT STAY SLEEPING/MY DEAREST TREASURE/AND I WILL WATCH OVER YOU AT NIGHT/THE WORLDS WONDERS FILL YOUR DREAMS/BUT DREAMS ARE NOT WHAT THEY SEEM/WIPE THE SLEEP NOW FROM YOUR EYES/AND WELCOME IN GOD'S SUNRISE/AWAKING YESTERDAY/I FELT QUITE LONELY/AWAKING YESTERDAY/I FELT NOT RIGHT/BUT STAY SLEEPING/MY DEAREST TREASURE/AND I WILL WATCH OVER YOU AT NIGHT/THE WORLDS WONDERS FILL YOUR DREAMS/BUT DREAMS ARE NOT WHAT THEY SEEM/WIPE THE SLEEP NOW FROM YOUR EYES/AND WELCOME IN GOD'S SUNRISE......