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Tuesday, December 17, 2019

Blogovision 2019: Στο #4 Ένα παραμύθι σε αφήγηση John Peel, και ο Marc, o Scott κι ο Kevin

                        [Narration: John Peel; Characters: Marc Bolan (?)]

Lionel Lark was an alchemist by profession but he loved to quest. Li and Mole were a romantic pair. Li, with his many-coloured Zodiac coat flapping about as he rode the Dawn Wind

Rubbing his rimless spectacles. He lectured Mole in his larkish manner about the mythical Lilly Pond and its latitude and longitude, and goofing sometimes, and mentioning the Hyperborians, the frozen folk who lived behind the North Wind

At eight 'o-clock, he scribbled little spells and directions on a dried mushroom parchment and Moley got proudly into his pigs-bladder balloon. Lionel took off, at first a little shakely, but soon as swift as the lordly eagle, the Emperor of the Sky-skinned Airships

Bopping through the morning clouds, Kingsley rocked to and fro, now and again straightening his course by adjusting the misty spider's-web rope which was harnessed around Lionel's little puffed-out chest. They made a wonderful sight, these animal Wright Brothers

A lonely elf crunched the autumn leaves and solemnly dictated to his mouse scribe long, winding spirals of wonderful runes which, in our heavy translation would awaken Ra at midnight, or unhibernate a legion of poley Albino-eyed Hedgehogs or even cause a chasm on the Deeply Swirl of Foxnecks to drown a blessed water lily

Pan be praised for elfish ability to know about wisdom and to use it wisely. The elf's autumn feet hidden in rose-pettled, pointed shoes walked into the Mighty Grove and his never-ending stream of merriment soared and gushed niagarally through the Wonderful Kingdom. But even as quick as it came, it had ceased. His wise eyes became beacons of true light

As the piggy bundle tumbled from the blessed heavens, the leaping elf hastily harnessed his beloved, tame nightingale and made for the point of ejection with a heart of many carats. Entangled in thorns and briars was Kingsley Mole, his snout sticking high in the splendoured air, tents of zodiac folds cascaded over Lionel's larkish dome. Despectacled, he moaned into Kingsley Mole's eyes and cursed all flying machines doomed to rely on the ficklety of piggish bladders. The two saddened creatures trundled from their rose-bush prison and lay scarlet and fatigued in the escaping afternoon

The handsome, elvin figure soared through dusking skies and upon landing, kissed the proud brow of his sky steed and called a greeting to Mole and Li. After tea from acorn cups and slices of blueberry pie, the handsome elf told all the large legends that he knew about the perilous pond and its scaley protectors. Also of its healing ability and how one draught of pond dew could put forests of tangling tufts on the baldest badger or field mouses' heads

After glow-worm talks and plans for the quest, the elf led the tired companions through the foreboding fairy wood until the reached a large, beautifully-worked leather fencing boot, which had a door in its heel

"My great grandfather," the elf said, as Lionel commented about image engraved on the door knob

"An alchemist you know," said the fairy one

"Mmmmm," said Li suspiciously

They were made very comfortable in beds of great expanse, spider web sheets, and towers of warm, wooly moss blankets. And, as always in an elvish abode, dreams of the gentlest texture

[Song: Marc Bolan]
Romany soup, I gotta get some ooo, Romany Soup
Romany soup, I gotta get some ooo, Romany Soup
Romany soup, I gotta get some ooo, Romany Soup
Romany soup, I gotta get some ooo, Romany Soup
Romany soup, I gotta get some ooo, Romany Soup
Romany soup, I gotta get some ooo, Romany Soup
Romany soup, I gotta get some ooo, Romany Soup
Romany soup, I gotta get some ooo, Romany Soup


Unicornυχεδελική λάβα που κυλάει ασταμάτητα σπέρνοντας το παράλογο της χαράς της ζωής στο πέρασμά της και T.Rex ,οι Άγγελοι της Αιώνιας Εφηβίας.

Με αυτό τον ήχο στο μυαλό σου μπορείς να καταλάβεις τον Scott καλύτερα

Στο 4 της Blogovision 2010_19 το Indicud  και αυτός είναι ο ένας και μοναδικός και αγαπημένος μου Scott Ramon Seguro Mescudi aka KiD CuDi,με τη μουσική του να αποτελεί ένα  μνημειώδες και μοναδικό κράμα ψυχεδέλειας, electronica και hip hop, έναν ατέλειωτο χορό στη σκοτεινή πλευρά του εαυτού μου

Μοιραία, το έργο συνεχίζει η ωμή και θεοσκότεινη electronica που ακολουθεί, μπαίνοντας ακόμη πιο βαθιά στο υποσυνείδητό σου, σκίζοντάς το και καίγοντας ότι έχει απομείνει από τους δύο προηγούμενους δίσκους.

Στο 4 της Blogovision 2019 ακούς το τρομακτικό SIRENS του Kevin Richard Martin 


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