Blah-blah Blah-blah Blah-blah
We've all been to a dinner party like this at one time or another. (-: Music-wise, Billy wanted to try something experimental in the direction of Gil Scott-Heron.
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Story behind the song
Esoteric conversation is fine, but sometimes we simply need to smell the roses growing at our feet. (-:
Lyrics
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(v1)
I came to the table in anticipation
Eager for the give and take
Of dinner conversation
A book, a film, a piece of news
But it was quickly clear
The only views to be expressed
Among the group of four
Would not be very topical
But largely philosophical
So once we’d passed the salad
A dialogue began
And though the meal was lovely
When I remember what I can
It’s…
Chorus 1
Blah-blah blah-blah blah-blah blah-blah
Blah-blah ground of being
Blah-blah blah-blah blah-blah blah-blah
Knowing without seeing
Blah-blah blah-blah blah-blah blah-blah
Blah-blah Eckhart Tolle
Blah-blah blah-blah blah-blah blah-blah
Universe grown smaller
(v2)
The third guest was quiet, sat cradling her chin
I slipped her a quiet wink
She answered with a grin
Everything we’d heard before
Rushed in to fill the space
As if the door to insight
Among the group of four
Could not include things topical
But only philosophical
So once we’d passed the salad
A dialogue began
And though the meal was lovely
When I remember what I can
It’s…
Chorus 2
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah transcendental
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
Blah-blah elemental
Blah-blah blah-blah blah-blah blah
Transluscent revolution
Blah-blah blah-blah blah-blah blah
Spiritual evolution
Insert
Soon my eyes grew heavy as the dialogue droned
I should have been impressed
The list of words was finely honed
Retrocognition
Psychic birth
Paradigm shift
A new earth
Pain body
Cosmic Christ
Byron Katie
Geopathic
Downward pull
Harmonic convergence
Gaia’s emergence
Bridge
As the chicken ratatouille
Cooled in the pot
And the chardonnay warmed
In the bottle
I looked to the open balcony in silence
Where twilight had begun to bruise
In colours of love or of violence
And the silvery leaves of a poplar
Twisted in the soft wind
That would usher in rain
And by morning the world
Would smell fresh and new again
But in the meantime it was...
Chorus 3
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
Blah-blah transcendental
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
Blah-blah elemental
Blah-blah blah-blah blah-blah blah
Transluscent revolution
Blah-blah blah-blah blah-blah blah
Spiritual evolution
Outro
Then I turned and smiled at the speakers
Wondering how long it would last
Till the chattering jaybird of knowledge
Would reach a dead end
After flying in narrowing circles
Up its own tiny ass
© 2010 Donna Devine
