I rang up Greg to say I'd found a new raga. His brother Ian answered the phone and I told him. I heard Greg laughing in the background.
The Indian classical music community did not acknowledge my contribution (ie appropriation of the pseudo rag I'd really only adapted from the one the Beatles always used) but I lived with that.
Lyrics a confused idea of self deconstruction that sounded nice and evoked the kind of drugged out state I hadn't been in for years by that stage (not that I ever made a habit of it).
Anyway, that's the album, ending on a wobbly wimper (very proud of that).
lyrics
DISMANTLE
Now there is no time. There is no form or space
I feel like steel. I feel like a backwards chase
I melt so well
I dismantle
Tables and chairs dance like flames. They laugh
The cradle's burning. It laughs
I burn so well
I dismantle
I live in a burning ocean
I swim through sound and motion
I sink so well
I dismantle
credits
from Cosmic Street,
released October 1, 1983
Written by Peter Jetnikoff
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