Lyr Add: Paint Myself in Woad (David Antony Clark
Subject: Lyr Add: PAINT MYSELF IN WOAD (David Antony Clark|
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 30 Nov 11 - 01:04 PM
I discovered this while searching for something else—and liked it.
You can hear this at YouTube. It seems to be sort of a Walter Mitty tale about a daydreaming electronics engineer. The music is synthesizer-based with world-beat influences and a driving rhythm—not my usual cup of tea, but the clever lyrics grabbed me. Most of these lyrics were found at David Anthony Clark's web site but I tweaked the spelling a bit. I have also created links for a few of the place names that are not easily found at Wikipedia.
PAINT MYSELF IN WOAD
© 2007 David Antony Clark
As sung by David Antony Clark on "Songs of Magic Sex and War" (2008)
My home's become a temple to the sciences of man.
I've dub-dub-dub-dot-DAC* to tell me who I am;
And I could print my testament in several hundred fonts,
Though I haven't started writing 'cause I don't know what you'd want.
Well, I guess I do know what I want; I'm just afraid to say.
If I told you what I really want you'd have me put away.
I want to paint myself in woad; I want to plunder Machu Picchu,
To scale the Kangchenjunga, and dance around the peak.
I want to soak in Tatopani, and in Aguas Calientes,
To waste away my future on a beach in Mozambique.
I want to wander through Palmyra, take the train to Meghalaya,
The steamer down the Ganges, to the south of Bangladesh.
I want to cross the bridge to Jordan and climb the cliffs of Petra,
To take you to the seer in the souk in Marrakech.
So we planned the insurrection, dispensing with the sleep,
And microchip componentry lay scattered in a heap,
And as we lay there pondering the ones we'd left behind,
The sun struck like a laser through a parting in the blind.
Then over the horizon we could see a mighty horde
Of mad avenging viruses approach the motherboard.
I want to paint myself in woad; I want to ride through Hanga Roa,
To stagger up Masada as the sun begins to rise.
I want to show you Annapurna from the trail to Ghorepani,
To take you down to Homs and see the wonder in your eyes.
I want to climb the walls of Derry and see the caves of Creta,
To cross into Andorra and the Mountains of the Moon.
I want to see the Mount of Olives, the Buddha tooth in Kandy,
To peddle Johnny Walker in the station at Rangoon.
I want to paint myself in woad; I want to cross the Irrawaddy,
To see the old flotilla from the road to Mandalay.
I want to take you to En Gedi and the lakeshores of Killarney,
To bathe at Varanasi, and to wander through Bombay.
I want to climb to Ayacucho and sing the songs of Cuzco,
And roam the streets of Budapest and Heidelberg and Graz.
I want to stalk through Kaziranga and swim to Hikkaduwa,
To surf in Agadir and to sleep out in Rabat.
I want to paint myself in woad, want to sail the Brahmaputra,
Euphrates, and the Indus, the Tigris and the Nile.
I want to learn to speak Afghani, Nepalese and Gujarati,
To paddle into Srinagar, and hang there for a while.
I want to paint myself in woad, watch the moon from Wharariki,
To show you round the Creggan and the Bogside and the Moor**.
I want to drive across the Sinai, down to Santa Catherina,***
To dive at Ras Muhammad, and die in Bangalore.
[* Maybe he's referring to www.DAC.com. He does seem to be into high-tech stuff.
[** I can't figure out which moor he's talking about.
[*** I have no idea why he uses a Spanish name for a settlement built around a Greek-Orthodox monastery in Egypt.]