The Blacksmith from Skoda Mluvit by Schneider TM

The Blacksmith
(Max Turner)

c´mon!
miners of soul
servants of rhythm
farmers of sound
and slaves of melody.

down pounds the hammer like the bolts of zeus,
pointing to heat he pulls weight like a tooth!
melting-pot ironing-sun sub-substance-
he leaves all doubt swept of abundance.
utmost concentration no rust in this blood,
the thrust of a hammer falls down like a thud.
just thinking of this puts a dent in my thought,
up for lead belly the blacksmith of my soul:
tall he stood to the hate of his time,
strong they kept through the strings of gods mind,
give me faith while i have to work in these mines:
tm, mt ahead of their time again...

the blacksmith, miners of soul
the blacksmith, servants of rhythm
the blacksmith, farmers of sound
(he beats black the steel that now stands at your door step)
and slaves (beats back and shines proud) of melody

sparks wheeled the wheel as he puts forth his shoe,
a giants little finger in all of us! only a blacksmith can bond us,
force the metal to melt upon us and unite us.
finger snippin´ pipe dippin´ africanism!
spitting the chips like a bucket of wisdom,
a grain of lead and pocket of prophecy...
...what makes the music roll
like blue rocks in the sea? what does?
grain upon pearl upon turn upon swirl,
grain upon pearl upon turn upon swirl,
pain upon world upon turtle ´pon world,
grain upon swirl upon turtle pond world,
stand by me!

we all take our burns in the branding of time,
better ask the smith to hook us up with thick hooves:
cos the blue planet will forever sing the blues!
i´ve heard it sing black holes in broad day light,
i´ve felt it play happy when it knew of bomb-fright,
but the blacksmith undoes this by melting to one:
smelling in check of god´s one-ly thumb,
dropping the might with the head of soul guns.

miners of soul (a well´s depth backbone of thunder)
the blacksmith, servants of rhythm...
... (weds souls in the darkest of moments)
the blacksmith...
(stands tall let me melt this down)
farmers of sound
(he beat black the steel
that now stands...
at your door step)
and slaves of melody
(beats back and shines proud)

if there´s hell below
we´re all gonna go
see the blacksmith!

• Experimental
• Indietronics
• dirk dresselhaus
• electro
• electronic
• electronica
• freeform drone
• future pop
• indie
• krautrock
• max turner
• psychedelic
• schneider tm
• Berlin