A Call to Light
Remember the minarets of the Blue Mosque, six missiles aimed straight at the heart of God -- I wondered at the shape of the space between them, and you said, not meaning it, “I’m not like you, a fucking bodhisattva; the only anxiety I give a shit about is mine” --
Five times a day, the men in white there sing to the Great Mystery -- in Rome, the same song is sung with different words by different men --
-- humid Istanbul and the sunset, that sticky garnet trickling --
-- the world exhales in its not-knowing of what is to come ...
- Antonella Gambotto-Burke
Photography: derekridgers.com
LYRICS
COMMERCIAL ROAD
Shared a bath in turns with an itinerant like me
Jamaican psychic had the rooms on Airbnb
There was a bible on the desk, by the key
Left open to Isaiah 43
You're not the only gypsy born in Hackney
Two fingers to the aristocracy
With their daughters, a careless pornography:
Ophelia in the back room of Hamley's
Nothing was left of who I used to be
I'd given up on everything
But life was never the same again, oh God
After I saw you on Commercial Road
While your wife invoked a demon
I was working dowsing rods in Rome
Outside the library that was once a home
for boys who screamed as they were raped until broken
Nothing was left of who I used to be
I'd given up on everything
But life was never the same again, oh God
After I saw you on Commercial Road
Commercial Road
After I saw you on Commercial Road
I’d given up on everything
Copyright Antonella Gambotto-Burke
A CALL TO LIGHT
Let me tell you of the way the world could be - the way of love - this is the way of all things:
In darkness, even water becomes one with sky.
Together, we are liberated from the pain of those abandoned by their forefathers; together, there is no resistance to our scope.
in the distance, a call to light -
- dawn is the opal in which all colours burn -
- dawn is the emptiness of all things -
- and you are loved as the black-headed gulls are loved by the currents, as the deepest trenches of the oceans are loved by silence - one of seven billion human organisms, you are loved.
Copyright Antonella Gambotto-Burke
MORNING
On the bones of whores, I lay in clover
Just to feel a little closer to my soul
As in the distance, great ships pulled over
With their cargoes of sugar, Zoloft, and coal
There's no morning
There's no morning
Without you
My heart is calling
Yeah, it's calling
To you
Butterfly sluiced in petroleum, I flew
Through the glitter of salt water dawns
Waking in the arms of men I thought I knew
Until the sun was swallowed by sandstorms
There's no morning
There's no morning
Without you
My heart is calling
Oh, it's calling
To you
Your face, your name
Hold me and never let go again
Your face, your name
Hold me and never let go again
Hotel window unfolds into a car park
Night and its diode light intelligence
That cylinder of flames above your heart
Blazing blue and white in vengeance
There's no morning
There's no morning
Without you
My heart is calling
Oh, it's calling
To you
My heart is calling
Oh, it's calling
To you
My heart is calling
Out to you
Copyright Antonella Gambotto-Burke
A RIVER RUNNING WILD
Have you ever been under the thumb of a man
Known the hand and the arm of a man
Even white girls can be black and blue
And you thought it was only you
Have you ever known the anger of a man
The cruel phantasmagoria of a man
I was his but he was free
Only rich girls get to tag #metoo, you see
It’s a river running wild, I tell you
For a woman and a child
Have you ever taken the name of a man
Had your body changed by, borne a child to, a man
He took all my swag and repaid me with deceit
I took a suitcase and his baby, and I voted with my feet
It’s a river running wild, I tell you
For a woman and a child
No more will they pump my stomach 'cos of a man
No more will I be kicked down the stairs by a man
Maybe I’ll disappear over the horizon
But until I say I’m done, I won’t ever be done
It’s a river running wild, I tell you
For a woman and a child
It’s a river running wild, I tell you
For a woman and a child
It's a river running wild
For a woman and a child
Copyright Antonella Gambotto-Burke
GHOST
Sometimes I think I have a jones for losing
I didn’t know it could extend to you
Oh, yeah - so I’ve a history of using
I like to fly ‘cos when I land, I’m blue
I can’t see straight for crying
Don’t know where it hurts most
Every day, I wake up dying
I’m a ghost, I’m a ghost, I’m a ghost
Candle on the table never had a wick
Why don’t you light the propane? you said
I’d’ve turned the world over if you'd wanted it
But now you’ve gone, I can’t get out of bed
I can’t see straight for crying
Don’t know where it hurts most
Every day, I wake up dying
I’m a ghost, I’m a ghost, I’m a ghost
Oh, I'm on the ropes
My eyes are closed
Ain't nothing left to see
Why did you shake me free
Oh, why'd ya, why'd ya shake me free
Skin is mute until it starts bleeding
Bathroom’s too white and the lights look like teeth
I’m colder than the walls from needling
Through to all that lies underneath
Copyright Antonella Gambotto-Burke
BLOODLANDS
It was always you
I watched a man fall and die burning
In the light of a pitiless sun
Car radio playing Led Zeppelin
Enter the dragon
That fish twisting for air
You brought a rock down on its head
A yacht, a pharmaceutical heir
The scorpion on my bed
It couldn’t last
It couldn’t last
Blood on your hands
These were our blood lands
Bloodlands
Bloodlands
Bloodlands
Bloodlands
Highway a river of methadone
Tears on my iced Coke
The way the light caught your cheekbone
You said, if it ain’t broke
It couldn’t last
It couldn’t last
I lay in the red dust
Immortal, with a halo made of broken glass
You were all that was left of me, of us
The unforgivable had come to pass
Blood on your hands
These were our blood lands
Bloodlands
Bloodlands
Bloodlands
Bloodlands
Blood on your hands
These were our blood lands
Bloodlands
Bloodlands
Bloodlands
Bloodlands
Oh, man of war
Man of hate
Oh, man of desecration
Blood on your hands
Blood on your hands
Blood on your hands
Blood on your - blood on your hands
Copyright Antonella Gambotto-Burke
LOVE'S HAS-BEEN
Do you remember my hand in yours
A naked man with the head of a horse
That balcony over a sea of remorse
And the jealous god in me, of course
Maybe that was the day we died
Fugitives under a dog rose sky
Lingering as the trains cried
Your fingertips, nicotine butterflies
Maybe you always were love’s has-been
The intervals you scorned, and my dreams
On a bridge too fragile for anything but light
You were Agamemnon, a hundred feet high
Forgiveness, you said, is a right
But where I come from, it’s an eye for an eye
Maybe you always were love’s has-been
The intervals you scorned, and my dreams
Maybe you always were love’s has-been
The intervals you scorned, and my dreams
Copyright Antonella Gambotto-Burke
SOME LOVE
She picks you up in Kensington Park
Strung out on sertraline, she stares out the sun
Never trust what comes alive in the dark
Hey, she says, you look like you could do with some love
Some love, some love
Yeah, if you can call it love
Some love, some love
Only you could call it love
Truth, to her, is a moveable feast
Your wand’s over a cup, gentle defeatist
I watched you drown in the weeds
She flickers in the spaces between your needs
Some love, some love,
Yeah, if you can call it love
Some love, some love
Only you could call it love
You love the astigmatic smear of meteors
You love the silver filigree of scars
It stops you remembering the night your father
You only come alive in the dark
In the dark
In the dark
Some love, some love
Yeah, if you can call it love
Some love, some love
Only you could call this love
Copyright Antonella Gambotto-Burke
IF I CAN'T HAVE YOU
Your mouth is a Venus fly trap
Your eyes are glacier blue
I want you even though I know
There ain't no badder boy than you
The way you move, just like the serpent
That broke Adam and Eve in two
Everything I got - oh, baby, hammer it
Lust is the anvil and my heart, the horse shoe
If the road of excess leads to wisdom
Then I'm Solomon times two
Forget all pain when you call my name
Ain't nothing I wouldn't let you do
Guess I shoulda learned my lesson
Guess I'm a slow learner, too
Lies are the trademark of the Lord of Flies
So you know, I gotta live in truth
Ah oh
Rise and meet the wave
As Mama used to say
As Mama used to say
Oh, I, I, I
Swear I'm gonna die, die, die
If I can't have you
Oh, I, I, I
Swear I'm gonna die, die, die
If I can't have you
Oh, I, I, I
Swear I'm gonna die, die, die
If I can't have you
If I can't have you
If I can't have you
Copyright Antonella Gambotto-Burke