Mellon Collie and The Infinite Sadness - The Poetry of The Music In Writing
The journey begins here. My tribute to one of the greatest musical works of all time. I have attempted to unleash its hidden images in writing, and will now take you on a journey through this album different from the one you take in music:
Mellon Collie And The Infinite Sadness
Dawn to dusk
Peacefully treading down mellow roads, the sun smiling at me while greeting the rainbow on the other side. It will set, but the little trees by my sides store a faith for me in everything green and sea-blue. That which outlives all else and makes scenes beautiful, be they tragic or joyful. There’s a stream flowing along the path I’m walking, it sparkles of sunshine and I’m showered in it from both sides. The stream flows from the land of the real to the land of dreams, far in the horizon where the moon is now benignly peeking up.
This is the way. I’ve got years and years to live, I’ve got a heart that can feel from gutter to crystal, I’ve got a pocketful of chaos to be unleashed, and tonight is Pandora’s box in my hand as the outline of the sparkling city shows itself before me. I am lifted off the ground by an excitement that carries me like a choir of muses, surrounded by music as I fly into the majestic skyline. So much life below me, so many places, so many smiles and tears joining to make for a beautiful piece of starshiny life. Rivers and lakes, towers and houses, all blur around below me and I am shot through with life as I descend further and further, I want to be another smile, another tear, a part of it all tonight with you. I land.
My head in circles faster than sound, swimming in lights of pink, red and green, this is the street of the living, racing through immutable crowds, the haze of piercing intensity flooding this place. There’s an explosion of truth from the music. Uncompromising, audacious truth roaring at the world, run away if you’re too mellow, if you’re too closed or too small. This is the life of the astral beings, the voices that can dance among the flying impressions, the smashing rocks of time.
A cigarette thrown by the lake, the smoke joins the streetlight, for the streetlight was not enough. Nothing was ever enough, and I want to pin that up, scream it at you and everyone else. I give you signs, I run rampant with random psychosis, I turn my back at the sunrise and look up the bottom of my bottle. Can you scream loudly enough for yourself to hear? Scream with the noise of your unrequited desires and you will hear yourself.
What is to become of the unbecoming? How could you and I not rule the world? You’re another star in my sky, you’re a symbol of unknowing beauty. Give me your hand and we’ll kick the world from hilltops, I want to roll through the mud with you, taste the dirt with you, I want to prove that we can taint ourselves to the neck and still shatter our surroundings with dazzlement, like a bomb silencing the sounds, sending them to die like litter in the river. Such is the power of your hand in mine.
Don’t trust yourself, don’t trust your heart, don’t trust your mind, don’t trust the truth. I’ve got nothing to say to you, you’re a prologue to the apocalypse, you’re a symptom of your time, we are all symptoms of each our own time. Locked up in cages, tearing and tearing and we never give up. We have a joy in our despair like a drunken rage, like the hazy moments before the end of the night. And here I can stare into the ceiling no more, I jump to the floor and give myself to it all, I’ll try to touch you and I’ll fail with a crash, I’ll crash into you. Crash... Where has it all gone? Life is dead, love is dead, god is dead, only I am alive, only I am burning through, only I possess the love, possess the powers of a violent ruler over my world.
Dawn comes even to forests that are empty, where little straws of grass have wavered in every direction a thousand times in perfect peace. Dawn rises over every field from China to Sweden to the Andes mountains. Even the sheep see the sunrise, even the sheep are affected. And you my dear, the sunrise is in your eyes too. This is what we know, this is what we shape in our hands like little gems. Today is just for sitting down and pondering over all the things that float by on these endless waters. We can flow with the grace of the river, lose ourselves in following a kite, nearly drown to find the pearls in the sand. But we come back like shooting stars, every year we’re here, every year you’re with me and time is just a circle somewhere in the blue skies, far away from everything that matters. Far away from here.
Far away from here, in a land where purity has left like a summer wind given in to the storm. It’s not all going to be alright. It’s not alright now. And if the world is playing a symphony from the sky, it was fucked up and raped somewhere on its way to this forgotten, wretched corner of sulphur and ashes where the living human lives, the living example of black stillness dying to move, irony that pulls every string apart with sadistic glee. Condemned to live in an impossible middle of everything. True to a dead dream we remember no more. These are the fireworks, this is the beauty of the destruction of our love, this is our entertainment that we live for.
Fly, fly back, there’s a luminous illusion alluding lucidity. We’ve built a staircase now we climb it, there’s a reward for us at the top. And I remember once again, ah yes, I am too tough to die. There’s too much heavy and unscrupulous myself rolling around these roads, flowing from my body. A body of love and hate built from the past like a pyramid, thousands and thousands of years old, with no origin and the unrevealing sky showing us nothing but this truth. Love never dies because it never lived, I create it every single moment, you create it when you smile and know this is the last dance, this is just a wonderful flight before the crash.
And how wonderfully we dance when the clouds are soft, stretching from afar. How strangely we move, how satyrs and goddesses tell us secrets in this slowly brooding forest of enchantment. Every touch is like a rollercoaster ride on light, colours so fragile and wonderful that we once again appear blue and stillness can be felt like cool grass, no earthly shade of green, on my hands.
I went out far across sandy stretches, until I had forgotten how long I had walked. Stones were spread out like moments upon water that seemed already to be inside me and around me as I looked. What a joy to have a day, to hold it in my hand like sand and make every falling grain into a moment like this. I sit on the rocks and watch the waves. On the other side there are magical shores, where no man has ever set foot, where the sunset is an eternal treasure, buried in scrolls of myth. Here there is seaweed drifting with the wind. All that I can never reach and all that I have right before me, dancing to a sad song as the sun passes.
I hear the laugh of the immortals ringing in my ears – I hear it ringing and I take it inside. This is my jewel – I can never die. And pain can hit me like an axe impaling my heart, and it will, it will again and again, but my heart will bleed and dissolve and then rise, rise again. The phoenix flies for me, I can see the beauty of this, I am immortal.
I have seen enough, the city has given me a new dimension, like another chapter of a beautiful book. I now set myself free, facing the winds that draw me in like cloths of velvet, shrouding all the disharmony behind me, drawing me into a pure world where every moment resounds like romantic poetry. I kick off the shore and a sky vaster than ever orchestrates my unfathomable freedom. The sea holds such infinite wonder, it can hold the most lost soul like a universal mother – never turn your back on her. I throw out my thoughts to the furthest corners of the oceans, black birds and white spirits bidding the world goodbye and hello, and I am not at home, no, home is in me. An eternity has passed and this is somewhere unreal – I have the key to this place, there is a kindred spirit here with me, inhabiting the peaceful sky. This is my ode to you, my love, this is my chaos for you, this is my truth across all of the skies, all of the waves. The waves, the blue waves, you lift up my heart and I’m bursting with gratitude. Your praises be sung! The blue flows in all time, quietly and infinitely, surrounding my ship and drawing it through lands of peace without emptiness, through your lands – nothing could be anything without you. And it’s you who sends stars to every end of the sky, you surround me now and forever.
Finally, night falls. I close my eyes on an island, where leaves blow so quietly, each singing a small song of yearning, never knowing for what. This yearning is the angel that puts me in soothing sleep. There are too many tomorrows for one person to ever comprehend. Falling asleep is an end and a beginning.
Twilight to starlight
We’re in time to breathless life. Tight, punching kisses on the walls and the flying roads as we race. Bridges and tunnels cut through cities, life cuts through death, we are rolling on something bigger than ourselves. I’m keeping a chrysalis of glowing time in my hand, and the night rocks out in waves through me, through you, sends us on our way.
I tear myself apart with a scream, tear the world into crumbling pieces, the heavy life is glued together with rot, sinking and seething, burning in fury. This is perfect, bombs fall all over, exploding time, explode the infinite spaces between us, let us fall.
A room stands still and the white wall hums, the air hums distantly like butterflies flying in patterns of sun. My sadness is as bottomless as my joy is topless. Vertical infinity enfolds me, blows me kisses from the future and caresses me from the past. With this step I create a melody, with my eyes I draw lines on the sky like the lines on my face that curl in silence. Your love lives in me, wherever you are, I am a spirit of grass and birds, asphalt and neon, a spirit of myself in a small moment standing hushed.
And as I drift lightly – do I dream or am I here? Here in the soft air, splashing on my cheeks like water. Things that disappear leave a shadow, a sad mark somewhere, causing a solemn gaze upwards and stretching out the gravity of our steps to past and future, all woven together. I stop and sit down on the edge of this country road to watch the twilight and the little pearls of dew on the high grass disappearing as twilight thickens into black. Where are you? Where is anything? I can only find myself, here in my home, in nowhere. Night falls cold, but I am half warm inside my body.
Memories travel through the electric wires, high above us in the night. Red and green gleams sparkle all around, flickering in the dark. A life left behind comes back again, smiles painted in endless folds, drinks and parties lost in fog, faces sinking through a sea, this is me. And I celebrate this moment as I celebrate the fire, still burning within me, as life falters, as life always falters. Dreams that lived and died and lingered like seagulls on the roofs lie stretched across the streets tonight. Cherish, cherish...
A box. Break out. Stay locked. Crash into yourself, a hell of bones, primeval blood and skin, the human condition that cuts your throat, smashes you away to the side. And we ride, we dance along with ruthless decay, amplify the sound of killing blasts until our ears are dead and immune. The truth that slashes your heart. I feel the venom running through the veins of the world, in harmony. Everything is already screaming in complacent panic...
The sea opens its eyes to a coral of red and green. You swim away to somewhere, I know the lands you search for. You are the queen of an island where colours are reversed, where we go when we’re drunk on the edge of normality. I swim with you, follow your trace under the sea, I search for the gems cast out in patterns, embroidering the ocean floor of our dreams and nightmares. This is the feast of our unlimited skies, we are the rulers with eyes of diamonds, speak now and your words will create a world. Speak... And we start spinning, and the world goes around, and we spin and the seas begin to dance... Into a blur. Complete without a shooting star, we close our eyes and feel the people, feel the city, feel the life around us, intensely zooming through, let’s join the fray! Here we are for all to see, I love you all and the world loves me, no matter what it says. I hold out my hand to rays of blaze, moving like a spinning top, drifting in the light.
I’m back in the room, against the white walls. A small line traces itself silently along the path in the dark. leading forward. There are voices at my sides, a ballet dancer in white and someone smiling, forgiving me for all the mistakes of the future. I’m just a creature in white throes, funny and true and happily lost.
The continents shift. The clouds change. The Earth around you wraps up and closes down and falls into a furious crimson. Something is tearing at the ground and the mountains are ringing with rolling thunder across the horizon. Explode! Run away screaming! Your steps are set in stone, pillars on a collapsing world. Your hand holds a glowing pact. Tearing at the sky, make this canvas crack, break out, break away. The reality must be attacked, with nuclear bombs and fighter planes, crashed with missiles and shattering shots. Everything melts apart into a cacophony and we stand in the broken debris, a hall of mirrors with reflections pale, distorted, up below around beyond. This is the new life... This is it.... And with a final move... SMASH THE MIRRORS, glass glittering falling like rain.
The stars are painted on the sky, comets and moons are painted on the sky. The journey leads us together , to stand in a circle, echoes of graffiti and moonlight, cigarette butts and unlucky love. We paint the road in silver and make it shine, our voices sing the glimmering into the city lights, the magic into the echoing music from inside. And we know each other by the eyes, a glance to a glance in a secret society of dreams and sly smiles.
When our painting is done, there is grass we can fall down on and let time turn sideways. You are an effigy of peace, the stardust falling choreographed on all my longing, turning my heart silent but for a breeze, like snow in the night. Your eyes are too big for life, I am so dazzled that you can even exist – a human being that should be a dream. I painted you with the brush of my intricate harmonies and disharmonies, and yet you can see, hear your favourite song, feel the cold grass under your back. And no words can capture you, you are free as the morning, light as a bird, a silver angel intertwining all the paths, hovering over even the smallest nodes.
When time has finally stopped short like a black and white picture from an uncertain past, I find myself at home with my wandering eye and the fumes of memories filling the dim light with strange treasures. I stretch out my hand to catch a melody from the past, floating like a bubble. Inside the melody I find a small piece of life and bury it in a garden where even the old trees know me.
And when the cold of the night’s end falls over a hushed world of empty streets, I walk to the top of a hill where my view stretches out over hopes and fears, flowing dreams and cutting nightmares. There is only me and the stars, arrived together at the end of a long journey. This is where I am, now. The wind blows from me through cities, over oceans, among people. I am alive, still. I am a body of life, free and drifting, blue and purple from life’s loving kisses and treacherous stabs. I am, more than ever.
The night evaporates, up a staircase into the sky, just a breezy fog, smaller and smaller, further away. The grass says goodnight, the waves say goodnight, the moon wishes you goodnight, the stars wave from their stands. In the city the streetlights bow and go out, the neon signs bid you au revoir, the last drunken dreamers’ thoughts go out to you. The way disappears like beautiful smoke into blue light, condenses into a stone white memory, vague in the corner of your deepest thoughts. The infinite sadness and the infinite glow. The choir exits the stage: Goodbye! Dreams have been, dreams have gone and they shall come again. Goodbye!