Klak Score and info.

Progressive Ears is probably the only web-site I actually spend a lot of time with and through it I have met many interesting and very cool people. There was a thread on it awhile back where a several poets and people of a similar bent, posted their surrealistic stuff. There was a wealth of stuff and one in particular really struck me as a perfect song lyric.

I approached the author, Geordie Robertson, about using the words in a song and he gladly agreed. I also asked him if he had others and he sent me a batch. I wrote Klak using the original poem that caught my eye and also added another that he subsequently sent, as the chorus.

I posted the lyrics earlier, but I'll re-post them here as I also have the score ready to post so I might as well have one spot for both. So....the words first.

Klak

My baby klaks,
like the teeth of a shotgun cow,
dead meat, hits the killing floor.
My baby ticks,
like a deathwatch beetle,
waiting patiently beneath,
linoleum.


My baby fucks,
fucks like a hurricane,
tearing up the coastline at,
break-neck speed.


The other poem (whose name I have forgotten as the poem proper was subsumed by the song)

I dreamed I was homeless, wandering the strange avenues
In a daze lost and lonely, I called out for you.
I dreamed I was home lying in, your arms like a child.
Until laughing and loved I, kissed you awake.


When I put them together it came out like so:

V1
My baby klaks,
like the teeth of a shotgun cow,
dead meat, hits the killing floor.
My baby ticks,
like a deathwatch beetle,
waiting patiently beneath,
linoleum.

C1
I dreamed I was homeless, wandering the strange avenues
In a daze lost and lonely, I called out for you.

V2
My baby fucks,
fucks like a hurricane,
tearing up the coastline at,
break-neck speed.

solo section

V3
My baby fucks,
fucks like a hurricane,
tearing up the coastline at,
break-neck speed.

C2/3
I dreamed I was homeless, wandering the strange avenues
In a daze lost and lonely, I called out for you.
I dreamed I was home lying in, your arms like a child.
Until laughing and loved I, kissed you awake.


and the score:









As promised, I'll soon post various examples of bass playing our revolving door bassist policy has yielded.