Rapture/End of The World Songs & Playlist

Van Morrison - Give Me My Rapture

 

They're Coming to Take Me Away - Napoleon XIV

 

Jesus Christ Superstar followed by Anti-Christ Superstar.

 

Side 2 of Closer - Joy Division
Death May be Your Santa Claus - Mott The Hoople
Black Hole Sun - Soundgarden
Cemetary Gates - The Smiths

And, my preferred song for end times:
Let's Get Drunk And Screw - Jimmy Buffett

 

To all the loonies
I Can't Believe What You Say, I & T Turner

 

playlist?

the first two Stooges albums.
Over & out.
goodnight.

 

No one's said one of the best songs of all? Wow, first one I thought of was:

End of the World - Aphrodite's Child

 

Burn The World (Part 1) by Roy Harper...

Burn The World (part 1)




"I am the light
I am the way
You see me night
I haunt you day

Among the barren stones
Of brotherless confusion
In and out the staring bones
Of mindless disillusion

Burn the world

I am the light
I am the way
I turn your night
Into your day

Across the desert dust
Of supermarket cinders
Harvesting dreams of blood and lust
To stoke eternal winters

Burn the world

I am the night
I come by day
I take your light
Destroy your way

With sheets of flicking flames
I drink the oceans water
High rise shadows concrete meadows
All I need that oughta

Burn the world
Burn the world

Clean off the face of time

Burn the world

Clean off the face of time..."



cheers,

 

Dylan's "Let Me Die in My Footsteps".

 

Judgement Day - Pretty Things

Dickies' cover of Eve of Destruction

Make the world Go Away -

Angry World - Neil Young

 

Gonna pull out Dylan's "Saved" LP tonight.

 

Very Last Day -- Peter, Paul and Mary

 

A lot of Sigur Rós, Mogwai and Explosions In The Sky. I've always thought that's the kind of sound of the end of the world.

 

See also the Pretty Thing's Parachute. Heart rending and decidedly apocalyptic.

 

I Got A Mind To Give Up Living - Paul Butterfield

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_jc7bo-Yt7U

 

and for those of you who like to look ahead:

Sun Ra - It's After The End Of The World (don't you know that yet????)

 

Also add "END OF THE WORLD"-John Mellencamp

 

Brainstorm by Hawkwind
Standing on the runway waiting for take off
I wanna fly, wanna watch me flake off
I can't move 'cos the man has a rake off
You've gotta help me, help me to shake off

This body of mine
I gotta get out of this void
This body of mine
Cos I don't wanna be destroyed
This body of mine
And I don't wanna turn android
This body of mine
You've gotta help me avoid that
Brainstorm
Here I go
Brainstorm
Flying low
Brainstorm
I'm gonna miss it
Brainstorm
You bet I'll kiss it

Can't get no peace till I get into motion
Sign my release from this planet's erosion
Paranoia police have sussed out my potion


Btw I'm on my way to NYC because I'm leaving with the ships they are picking us up in Times Square.

 

Do You Believe In Rapture? - Sonic Youth

 

Plus Apocalypso by Mental as Anything

 

Til the Rivers Run Dry-Pete Townshend Ronnie Lane

 

If it starts Ill play one song.......Til I Die-Brian Wilson.........John M.

 

May you all shine on

An ode to you & you...you too.


http://www.cupofwonder.com/apassion.html
Jethro Tull - A Passion Play

Lifebeats (Instrumental)*

Prelude (Instrumental)*

The Silver Cord*

"Do you still see me even here?''
(The silver cord lies on the ground.)
"And so I'm dead'', the young man said
over the hill (not a wish away).
My friends (as one) all stand aligned
although their taxis came too late.
There was / a rush along the Fulham Road.
There was / a hush in the Passion Play.

Such a sense of glowing in the aftermath
ripe with rich attainments all imagined
sad misdeeds in disarray
the sore thumb screams aloud,
echoing out of the Passion Play.
All the old familiar choruses come crowding in a different key:
Melodies decaying in sweet dissonance.
There was a rush along the Fulham Road
into the Ever-passion Play.

And who comes here to wish me well?
A sweetly-scented angel fell.
She laid her head upon my disbelief
and bathed me with her ever-smile.
And with a howl across the sand
I go escorted by a band of gentlemen in leather bound
NO-ONE (but someone to be found).

Re-Assuring Tune (Instrumental)*

Memory Bank*

All along the icy wastes there are faces smiling in the gloom.
Roll up roll down, Feeling unwound? Step into the viewing room.
The cameras were all around.We've got you taped you're in the play.
Here's your I.D. (Ideal for identifying one and all.)
Invest your life in the memory bank ours the interest and we thank you.
The ice-cream lady wets her drawers, to see you in the passion play.
Take the prize for instant pleasure, captain of the cricket team
public speaking in all weathers, a knighthood from a queen.

Best Friends*

All your best friends' telephones never cooled from the heat of your hand.
There's a line in a front-page story, 13 horses that also-ran.
Climb in your old umbrella. Does it have a nasty tear in the dome?
But the rain only gets in sometimes and the sun never leaves you alone,
you alone, you alone, you alone, you alone, you alone.

Critique Oblique*

Lover of the black and white it's your first night.
The Passion Play, goes all the way, spoils your insight.
Tell me how the baby's made, how the lady's laid,
why the old dog howls in sadness.

And your little sister's immaculate virginity wings away on the bony shoulders
of a young horse named George who stole surreptitiously into her geography revision.
(The examining body examined her body.)
Actor of the low-high Q, let's hear your view.
Peek at the lines upon your sleeves since your memory won't do.
Tell me: how the baby's graded, how the lady's faded,
why the old dogs howl with madness.
All of this and some of that's the only way to skin the cat.
And now you've lost a skin or two, you're for us and we for you.
The dressing room is right behind, We've got you taped, you're in the play.
How does it feel to be in the play?
How does it feel to play the play?
How does it feel to be the play?

Man of passion rise again, we won't cross you out:
for we do love you like a son, of that there's no doubt.
Tell us: is it you who are here for our good cheer?
Or are we here for the glory, for the story, for the gory satisfaction
of telling you how absolutely awful you really are?
There was / a rush along the Fulham Road.
There was / a hush in the Passion Play.

Forest Dance #1 (Instrumental)*


The Story Of The Hare Who Lost His Spectacles

(Words by Jeffrey Hammond)

[Spoken:]

Forest Dance #2 (Instrumental)*


THE END

The Foot Of Our Stairs*

We sleep by the ever-bright hole in the door,
eat in the corner, talk to the floor,
cheating the spiders who come to say "Please'',
(politely). They bend at the knees.
Well, I'll go to the foot of our stairs.
Old gentlemen talk of when they were young
of ladies lost and erring sons.
Lace-covered dandies revel (with friends)
pure as the truth, tied at both ends.
Well I'll go to the foot of our stairs.
Scented cathedral spire pointed down.
We pray for souls in Kentish Town.
A delicate hush the gods, floating by
wishing us well, pie in the sky.
God of ages, Lord of Time, mine is the right to be wrong.
Well I'll go to the foot of our stairs.
Jack rabbit mister spawn a new breed
of love-hungry pilgrims (no bodies to feed).
Show me a good man and I'll show you the door.
The last hymn is sung and the devil cries "More.''

Well, I'm all for leaving and that being done,
I've put in a request to take up my turn
in that forsaken paradise that calls itself "Hell''
where no-one has nothing and nothing is well meaning fool,
pick up thy bed and rise up from your gloom smiling.
Give me your hate and do as the loving heathen do.

Overseer Overture*

Colours I've none, dark or light, red, white or blue.
Cold is my touch (freezing).

Summoned by name - I am the overseer over you.
Given this command to watch o'er our miserable sphere.
Fallen from grace, called on to bring sun or rain.
Occasional corn from my oversight grew.
Fell with mine angels from a far better place,
offering services for the saving of face.
Now you're here, you may as well admire
all whom living has retired from the benign reconciliation.
Legends were born surrounding mysterious lights
seen in the sky (flashing).
I just lit a fag then took my leave in the blink of an eye.
Passionate play join round the maypole in dance
(primitive rite) (wrongly).
Summoned by name I am the overseer over you.

Flight From Lucifer*

Flee the icy Lucifer. Oh he's an awful fellow!
What a mistake! I didn't take a feather from his pillow.
Here's the everlasting rub: neither am I good or bad.
I'd give up my halo for a horn and the horn for the hat I once had.
I'm only breathing. There's life on my ceiling.
The flies there are sleeping quietly.
Twist my right arm in the dark.
I would give two or three for
one of those days that never made
impressions on the old score.
I would gladly be a dog barking up the wrong tree.
Everyone's saved we're in the grave.
See you there for afternoon tea.
Time for awaking the tea lady's making
a brew-up and baking new bread.
Pick me up at half past none
there's not a moment to lose.
There is the train on which I came.
On the platform are my old shoes.
Station master rings his bell.
Whistles blow and flags wave.
A little of what you fancy does you good (Or so it should).
I thank everybody
for making me welcome.
I'd stay but my wings have just dropped off.

10.08 To Paddington (Instrumental)*

Magus Perde*

Hail! Son of kings make the ever-dying sign
cross your fingers in the sky for those about to BE.
There am I waiting along the sand.
Cast your sweet spell upon the land and sea.
Magus Perde, take your hand from off the chain.
Loose a wish to still, the rain, the storm about to BE.
Here am I (voyager into life).
Tough are the soles that tread the knife's edge.
Break the circle,stretch the line, call upon the devil.
Bring the gods, the gods' own fire
In the conflict revel.
The passengers upon the ferry crossing, waiting to be born,
renew the pledge of life's long song rise to the reveille horn.
Animals queueing at the gate that stands upon the shore
breathe the ever-burning fire that guards the ever-door.

Man - son of man - buy the flame of ever-life
(yours to breathe and breath the pain of living): living BE!
Here am I! Roll the stone away
from the dark into ever-day.

Epilogue*
There was a rush along the Fulham Road
into the Ever-passion Play.

-Ian Anderson

 

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