In the early to mid 80s, I wrote bucket loads of songs of my own, most of which were nothing special, though every now and then, I think I managed to nail one. Several weeks back, while looking through an old box for some completely unrelated stuff, I happened upon a couple of sheets of lyrics to some of my old songs. I've forgotten how to play most of them — for which some folks would probably thank me — but there was one in particular, titled Scan in Progress, that I thought was okay when I wrote it and it seemed to hold up. After a bit of struggling, I finally figured out how to play it again.
The song came about from working in the font compilation department at Alphatype Corporation, back in Chicago. To encode font characters on computer disc (those big 8" floppies), we had this big honking scanner with lights and wires all over it, and it made a noise like a gargantuan hydraulic press. Scared the crap out of me, this thing. So, I worked it into a song. Threw in some dark philosophy, a bit of almost Lovecraftian cosmic imagery, and there it was. Now that I think about it, I think I printed the lyrics in the first issue of Deathrealm back in the day.
Anyhoo, here's the lyrics to Scan in Progress. Pray you'll never have to hear the thing.
SCAN IN PROGRESS Human life, electric coils in a song that passes through the wire. Charged by man, holding out his hand to touch the work of the scan. Thunder rolls as the sky unfolds, electric language of the earth. Ancient words in altar robes are bound — the failure of the mind of man. Locked and shackled in a shuttered room, all systems fatal by the scan. Clouds within blur the eyes again, circuit open, mind complete. Contact broken, energy exploding, and the voice replies again. Lightning is a knife that cuts like water flows like blood that runs like tears of mine. Older than the earth, the eyes of heaven watch and hold on man the common bond of fear. Enter scan with fear. Mortal words in blood are written in the body of eternal man. Systematic mind confusion leads the power of the waiting hand. High above rests the word of love, striking out in lethal beams. Breath of life, unending dark and light, wisdom knows no bonds of time. Protection costs the life of man, the time is right to scan the eyes that lie above. Living light that cuts the threads of life as on our knees we pray in fear. Lightning is a knife that cuts like water flows like blood that runs like tears of mine. Older than the earth, the eyes of heaven watch and hold on man the common bond of fear. Enter scan with fear. "Scan in Progress" ©1983, Stephen Mark Rainey |
