For Butters: A Passion Play

[Byron In Exile]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MWtV4DACpVg

 

[Byron In Exile]

"Do you still see me even here?"
(The silver cord lies on the grass.)
"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.

 

[Byron In Exile]

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.

 

[Byron In Exile]

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).

 

[Byron In Exile]

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 wet her drawers to see you in the Passion Play.

 

[Noor]

I am not Butters but I wish you well.

She is probably still asleep, you know...

 

[Byron In Exile]

I am not Butters but I wish you well.

She is probably still asleep, you know...

Probably. But I thought that if she could suddenly hear, this would be the best thing.

I know... maybe it's intrusive. She has the ability to turn it off, so I can't feel bad about it.

 

[Byron In Exile]

Take the prize for instant pleasure, captain of the cricket team
public speaking in all weathers, a knighthood from a queen.

 

[Byron In Exile]

All of your best friends' telephones never cooled from the heat of your hand.
from your hand...

There's a line in a front-page story, 13 horses that also-ran. Also ran...
Climb in your old umbrella. Does it have a nasty tear in the dome? In the dome...

But the rain only gets in sometimes,
and the sun never leaves you alone!

 

[Noor]

Probably. But I thought that if she could suddenly hear, this would be the best thing.

I know... maybe it's intrusive. She has the ability to turn it off, so I can't feel bad about it.

I am listening for her for the moment, I guess.

 

[Byron In Exile]

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?

 

[Byron In Exile]

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.)

 

[Byron In Exile]

Actor of the low-high Q, let's hear your view.
Peek at the lines upon your sleeve 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.

 

[Byron In Exile]

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?

 

[Byron In Exile]

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're 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?

 

[Byron In Exile]

There was a rush along the Fulham Road.
There was a hush in the Passion Play.

 

[Byron In Exile]

"How could such an intelligent hare... make such a silly mistake?"

 

[Byron In Exile]

Ah, well, then...

 

[Byron In Exile]

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, of 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, 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!"

 

[Byron In Exile]

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.

 

[Byron In Exile]

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

 

[Byron In Exile]

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.

 

[Byron In Exile]

Bang.

 

[butters]

no time this morning to enjoy properly, but this is the very first thing i shall open and listen to, with full attention, tonight. thankyou!

 

[ms_ann_thrope]

(THANK GOD)