Godstar Thee Director's Cut - Psychic TV

"A mind blown is a mind throne"

Third installment of what seems to have become a trilogy posting event. And franchement madames et monsieurs, it will blow your freakin' minds.

Six versions of Godstar (all essential); thrilling covers: As Tears Go By, Good Vibrations, Eve of Destruction, and Je T'aime, Mois Non Plus; GP-O giving it full rock star - metaphorical at this stage, tits out -  frontal. What's not to like?

As tributes to selfish, emotionally stunted rock stars go, it's unparalleled. Talking of SES rock stars, y brawd offers these lines by Jimbo Morrison who, apart from the familiar sixth form lapses and a dodgy reference to our Jewish brothers, nails it with a few choice images:

Ode to LA While Thinking of Brian Jones, Deceased

I'm a resident of a city

They've just picked me to play
the Prince of Denmark

Poor Ophelia

All those ghosts he never saw
Floating to doom
On an iron candle

Come back, brave warrior
Do the dive
On another channel

Hot buttered pool
Where's Marrakesh
Under the falls
the wild storm
where savages fell out
in late afternoon
monsters of rhythm

You've left your
Nothing
to compete w/
Silence

I hope you went out
Smiling
Like a child
Into the cool remnant
of a dream

The angel man
w/ Serpents competing
for his palms
& fingers


Finally claimed
This benevolent
Soul

Ophelia

Leaves, sodden
in silk
Chlorine
dream
mad stifled
Witness

The diving board, the plunge
The pool
You were a fighter
a damask musky muse

You were the bleached
Sun
for TV afternoon
horned-toads
maverick of a yellow spot

Look now to where it's got
You
in meat heaven
w/ the cannibals
& jews

The gardener
Found
The body, rampant, Floating

Lucky Stiff
What is this green pale stuff
You're made of
Poke holes in the goddess
Skin

Will he Stink
Carried heavenward
Thru the halls
of music

No Chance.
Requiem for a heavy
That smile
That porky satyr's
leer
has leaped upward
into the loam


And let's not get started on the irony of that one.

14 page booklet to boot. What are you waiting for?

                   

Oddi wrth y brawd
porky
satyr
lear