Don’t forget my dog, fixed and consequent

Posted: January 7, 2016 in Body Count, Music nobody listens to, Shovels, Uncategorized

Clock strikes 12 and moon dr0ps burst

Clock strikes twelve and moon drops burst
Out at you from their hiding place
Like acid and oil on a madman’s face
His reasons tend to fly away
Like lesser birds on the four winds, yeah
Like silver scrapes in May
Now the sands become a crust
And most of you have gone away (hm, yeah gone away)
Come Susy dear, let’s take a walk
Just out there upon the beach
I know you’ll soon be married
And you want to know where the winds come from
Well it’s never said at all
On the map that Carrie reads
Behind the clock back there you know
At the four winds bar (hm, yeah)
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Four winds at the four winds bar
Two doors locked and windows barred
One door let to take you in
The other one just mirrors it
Hey, hey, yeah! hey, hey
In hellish glare and inference
The other one’s a duplicate
The queenly flux, eternal light
Or the light that never warms
Yes the light, that never, never warms
Yes the light, that never, never warms
Never warms, never warms
The clock strikes twelve and moon drops burst
Out at you from their hiding place
Miss Carrie nurse and Suzy dear
Would find themselves at the four winds bar
It’s the nexus of the crisis
The origin of storms
Just the place to hopelessly
Encounter time and then came me
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Call me Desdenova, eternal light
These gravely digs of mine
Will surely prove a sight
And don’t forget my dog, fixed and consequent







The solos for this song were one of the first thing I ever learned, on a flatbody Les Paul that I eventually decided to sell for tuition.  I figure Buck Dharma hates me for that, and many times I do as well…

Silent Mike has recently chided me for talking about seeing them at Alpine Vally, but I figure it was a triple bill:  Aldo Nova, UFO, and BOC.

In later years, we saw them at Zivko’s Has-been Palace, and they sucked roundly;  but later, I went to see them at Shank Hall, and the were superb; Fully succumbing to what I call the Cheap Trick Measure.  Meaning that they admitted that playing for enthusiastic crowds of any size is way better than working for a living.

I still love this band, and my wife hates them. I still turn them up, and she grimaces.   A star, a star…

  1. herr doktor bimler says:

    “Fixed-and-Consequent” is a damn silly name to call a dog.

  2. BÖC and Aldo Nova was the first big coliseum show I went to. Maybe… ’82…?

    The velvet leopard-print pantsuit and laser-shooting guitar are… special.

  3. Hey, wait. Did I post the Zombie Christmas Story this year?

  4. OBS says:

    I had a really great comment all ready for your latest post but evidently you’re too cool for comments again. Oh well, you’ll have contend with rocket-propelled skW1rrlz taking over the world all on your own.

Go ahead, tell me how I fucked up this time.

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