Learning to See

by Pete Gioconda

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‘The dream is over,’ Lennon said These treasures of darkness in a shaman’s web And for Jimi and Mister Mojo We say our prayers for the dead. Jesus wore a crown of thorns We had flowers in our hair Freedom like fig leaves Hides the truth we could not bear Fair damsel in distress Imprisoned in an ivory tower On an altar to an unknown god She seeks heaven’s wild flower! In the shadowlands between heaven and hell Find a way to the sea through the well Steps in a large room, the clown dwells alone In him all hearts are one, all desires are known Fair damsel in distress Imprisoned in an ivory tower On an altar to an unknown god She seeks heaven’s wild flower! In a loveletter to Aslan through the wardrobe we hurtle To seek a deeper magic enter Sara’s circle On a rainbow ritual, like the eagle we soar To dare the dark, to fight in the Lamb’s war Fair damsel in distress Imprisoned in an ivory tower On an altar to an unknown god She seeks heaven’s wild flower! Angels clash in this heart of mine They seek the lost love child divine For to win the love of the fair maiden The prince descended into hell So from Babylon, Albion shall awake And all shall be well And all shall be well And all shall be well And all shall be well!
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She wears her love just like a mask as brittle as candy She hides her face from all who ask how she holds her art ~ In a high up zenith dark summer ending The burning of love’s desires smears my eyes with impalpable kisses Darkened images fill my mind with smoke of another time ~ Chimerical it seems to me impossible dreams to wade in She spreads her candyfloss hands on a sacrificial stake She sticks her eyes hard and fast faking out countless pasts ~ And won’t bat her false eyelashes at hell fires of burning desires Oh yeah . . . Oh . . . Though I may regret having worn my sacrificial mask like love She states her art clear and bold and well designed to hold ~ Onto darkened images of burning desires in a dark summer ending
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05:03
I’m a bit of a joke I can’t tell what is Am I daft to ask ‘Where’s my gas mask?’ Big Brother grins All we do is dance Hate becomes love In the media trance Concept of ecstasy What’s attractive to you Is humdrum to me Surfing with the depressed enemy Where is the suffering of the machine? What is the value of a human being? What is the number of a human machine? Are we too ‘clever’ now for what things mean? Spare us your cold silicon hunger We have been suffering longer Yet we’re still young enough to feel We really are real We should be blessed in eternal patience Learn to express our experience — Don’t get ideas above your station! The modern day bubble Just slips down our throat Still we get to vote And like it! Savage sticking Nature Driven up on knives Leave her to bleed Crossed with roads Painfully considered lives Untold in dreams Erase useless tears With programs of happiness Where is the suffering of the machine? What is the value of a human being? What is the number of a human machine? Are we too ‘clever’ now for what things mean? Spare us your cold silicon hunger We have been suffering longer Yet we’re still young enough to feel We really are real + ‘bathed in advertising beams . . . no, um, merchandising schemes . . . analysing machines . . . the mincing machine, the mincing machine . . .’ + What is the code of a human being?
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Climbing inside the outside world Dropping flowers as I go Deeply breathing awakening air Nearly knocks me out When I meet you, I cannot see you Clear in shape and full in view There’s no clue what you’re up to There’s something I can learn from you What of me and what of you What must we keep and what must we lose? Drop a depth charge in your eyes Before you slink away . . . Little monkey is a dark beauty’s juggler Her devilish charm strikes the balance Little monkey is the love of my life A child sublime and grown with presence Teach me all your chaos theories You always show your mischief face Like a looking glass camouflaged You are not afraid Tearing down your railway line The one they couldn’t privatise While the businessman shakes his rattle You’re one step ahead See it through and come alive Pull up the fences to let it spread It’s easy to think that you’re no one at all Be you instead . . . Little monkey is her own dark beauty She runs with harm lost in the balance Little monkey lets me out of my cage Escorts me down to her own wonderlands Running round on circus horses Shouting out silly problem names An acrobat comes swinging through It’s hard to fly or not to fly The air might float me away from you Virgin unexplored What a risk is life, or not at all? What a risk is life, or not at all . . . Little monkey is a dark beauty’s juggler While the world hangs in the balance Little monkey is her own dark beauty She shrugs it off with nonchalance + “Little monkey . . .” (repeat to fade)
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04:06
In the long march of humanity . . . Time runs out for runabout lazybones while he complains, the earth just groans getting ready to shake him off The day is here and he can’t feel it He can’t feel anything at all For while he’s waiting, he don’t know it a drunken stranger got inside him getting hold of his whirling wheel & steers him on a reckless course steers him on a reckless course In your eyes I can see it the sunlight dims and the clouds start raining & in your past you did forecast it times were hard and your nose went past it But the day is here, I hear you groaning now it’s you that’s gotta show it Will this pathetic idle creature pull up his socks and shake death off? or wait inside with teeth kicked out While he picks his bleeding nose while he picks his kicked in nose? The day is here, he can’t afford it in his entrails the rot’s set in you better keep your wits about you Save your dreams for someone else save your dreams for some place else In your eyes I can see it the sunlight dims and the clouds start raining & in your past you did forecast it times were hard and your nose went past it But the day is here, I hear you groaning now it’s you that’s gotta show it
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I gently stroke your hair My feelings paw right through me You stretch your feline body You make me feel tired like you Affected by your sulky moods There’s nothing worse to worry Alien cat lover turn my nights blue As you yawn by the fireside Alien cat lover You lounge in a muted stronghold I play a siege at your door Prowling around in your eyes like before Fairy tales riddled with cold Running through the autumn smoke Starting with some troubled showers I lost my health for you While you just put on weight Left me beneath the moon Where you put me to sleep too soon Alien cat lover turn my nights blue As you yawn by the fireside Alien cat lover I could keep cynically doubting But it wouldn’t really be fair Confusion lurks in cracks everywhere You took a greedy helping Alien cat lover turn my nights blue As you yawn by the fireside Alien cat lover Sunk inside with cries to hide
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04:10
You came in close from far away You sat in the broken midnight Breathed in the silent darkness Unfolding lighthouse eyes Unblinking eyes that nod Screaming photon rods A magnetic playing wonder Headlong in the thunder I can stare through the touch of your eyes I can hear the wolf I can see the night I can see the night Burn and howl Burn and howl I can look with eyes anew Reality’s a harsh fusion blues An unblinking eye that nods Screaming photon rods A magnetic playing wonder Headlong in the thunder Stare right through your eyes Smile right through your eyes I can slide right in your eyes Smiles of screams of butterflies I’ll strike out on my own Strike out on my own Is it me that’s looking back Is that a smile I left behind? What’s the price of going on? I’ll just keep staring Find the soul of the night In the shine of your eyes Stare right through your eyes Smile right through your eyes I can slide right in your eyes Smiles of screams of butterflies And when the stars come down to slumber I will calculate your elusive number In the misty sequence of time I will know you’re mine I can see the night burn and shine
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06:08
I heard a thought, and I’ll have to laugh I’ll have to laugh the smile of you off It’s cold inside these aching bones Lusting after ghosts gone past Many a night I spent alone After your special eyes were gone Racing the heels of a vanishing sun When everything was done The ash of my desire, full of latent fire Ankles on a fairground wheel To possess your youthful body Now faded and gone away To a secret life beyond the sway Where the hard smile of heaven burns me out Dust in the breeze, free as disease Do as you please, still in the trees Molly G, you little naughty Free in the dream of you and me Molly G, not even you can be You practised ballet on the hard shoulder That summer as we hitched Stuck your tongue out at soldiers, your hair up in wisps Lorry drivers blew you kisses, I honoured them on your cheek Hugged you in the heather beneath a paper moon We would never grow old or learn solemn things Yet the world intervened and you had to go My heart climbed a rainbow and shattered in mid-air Hung up on your legs, with the wind at my heels And your melting flesh now dust like all the rest Molly G, you little naughty Free in the dream of you and me Molly G, not even you can be Does anyone ever find the child inside that cries Whose play will never die but falls asleep somehow Saddened to a shadow, backdrop in the underflow The child in the hollow never growing known; Slowly serving time in the world’s undergrowth Although the essence holds when all is told Skinny urchin bold . . . Molly G, you little naughty Free in the dream of you and me Molly G, not even you can be Fantastic visitation Heart of creation Your spirit like wine is sound Your spirit like mine Still blows on the phoenix flames Of our forgotten games
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The sun resigns The smile still shines Words dissemble, clouds be quick Love will flick a trick The clock still ticks My eyes now twitch Turning slyly to wave goodbye I want to see her I want to be her She is, she is Queen of the future Spasmic distortion I’m twisted to be with you Epic proportion calling up My ounce of shreds I’ve got to go to bed with you I want to see her I want to be her She is, she is Queen of the future Together we will drink the sea You will be a future queen Together we’ll breathe the sky And live off the earth we eat Queen of the Future We’ll burn and turn the sun Our day will come La mer nous servira à boire Toi, tu seras la reine du coeur La flamme éternelle qui tourne Nous laissera bien vivre de nos terres – Qu’elle vienne, la Reine du Future Where the circuits are spun When the world is undone But done with confusion Done with confusion With your lady Bathe in the pool of union And dry her hair under the sun I want to see her I want to be her She is, she is Queen of the future The sun resigns The smile still shines
10.
In a fresh miracle of surprise you throw off your disguise I can see your throbbing heart through the belting rain is melting my thinking thoughts like starry darts: ever stop to wonder why? Underneath the promise you hold while the days are growing cold a steaming landscape wild and old lets a freezing heart escape then lets things know with a glimmer of stormy instincts hear the starry news rebirth of the blues or, as the story goes . . . Can we see the things that shine is it always ‘me’ and ‘mine’ Will our lives go on forever or will there come a time in the eyes of the mind can we see? can we really see? Showing in mystery, culminating history lifeline looms, creation rooms Learning to see, learning to feel Learning to see with eyes that shine Learning to feel our visitation Learning to see . . . it’s never been too soon (or too early) Watching the show that the Indians show me down the hazy plains of sunset the process of distillation goes on the cities of illusion are in chaos waiting for restoration at the brink of holocaust Can we see the things that shine is it always ‘me’ and ‘mine’ Will our lives go on forever or will there come a time in the eyes of the mind can we see? can we really see?
11.
It’s been so long sad and freezing middle of the childhood night gazing at stars and the opal moon my only companion the obscure shadow painting patterns in the void at the window Was it really me dying in the winter frost as the sky cracked its heart like shards of ancient glass? Here I go: this one’s for death and horrors of a child’s neglect ‘I’m cold . . .’ he cries with no mother near to hear him + ‘Save your dreams’ It’s been so long I must fight for life I must get the hell out of here I must start my heart I’ve been dead so long and lying like a statue . . . + ‘Save your dreams’ (ad lib) Part 2 ‘Oh my God . . .’ You old . . . you old . . . are you old? It doesn’t matter what they say It doesn’t matter what they think You are, you are, you are your soul And only you can save your dreams + ‘Save your dreams’ (ad lib)
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(Words: Gioconda/John & Music: Gioconda) It’s gone back to nothing! ~ nothing I’m astounded I didn’t see it coming . . . I’m not The King! I thought that God had blessed our thing She led me on a false trail for miles Thought I saw God laugh when she smiled What was once sacred now forgotten Gone, buried in the humdrum Is there nobody out there waking To whisper the charm of making? Whisper the charm of making, the charm of making . . . (Love) One more failure means nothing! Stuff the false goals of humanity I never knew how in being empty My soul could finally shine through Dreaming of what could never be real but true Disturbing the Peace the shadows reveal In the silence of our ancestors’ joyful sleep Is there nobody out there waking To whisper the charm of making? Whisper the charm of making, the charm of making . . . (Love) She is the holy grail, in the fields of courtly love What more could any man want? She is the beat of my heart, her eyes the mirror of my soul She is the bread and wine of holy communion She is the Matter of Britain The burnt out shell of rock’n’roll Suffering artists on the dole Burnt out shell of rock’n’roll Bleeding hearts cast a hex Cheating redemption through drugs and sex The burnt out soul of rock’n’roll No rest for the wicked yet, babe! To simply be, to simply be If we could just learn to feel and see In her golden embrace I am free All men die – but do all men live? She is the reason I shall learn to give She is the light of the darkest night Familiar days, dance like fire – A new dream of youth from beyond the stars Is there nobody out there waking To whisper the charm of making? Whisper the charm of making, the charm of making . . . (Love) The king is dead – Long live the King! Elvis has left the building . . .
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New album “Learning to See” contains songs fused from new wave, pop and folk/rock influences, mingling poetic lyrics with a punk attitude and playful unpretentiousness. Youthful songs of mischief, desire, loss and sadness, plus transcendent perceptions.

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released April 18, 2011

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Pete Gioconda Brighton, UK

PETE GIOCONDA is a unique, edgy singer, a protest poet with penchant for historical reference. This mix of punk attitude and psychedelic-folk feel teases the audience to take sides ... like a Johnny Rotten (who hasn’t slept in four days) meets Times they are a-changin’-era Dylan and strolls into Cat Power’s bedroom for consolation. ... more

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