Out by a shanty where the dust hangs high
Far from a river where things grow green
The flowers weep and they lean away
From the blood stained soil beneath my feet

The thorns outnumber the petals on the rose
And the darkness amplifies the sound of printers' ink
On propaganda page
That will rule your life and fuel my rage

I tried to bend my knees
But my knees were already bent
I haven't stood like a man for such a long time now
I called to my god but he was sleeping on that day
I guess I'll just have to depend on me

Shall I tell my children if they ask of me
Did I surrender forth my right to be?
Y'see my daddy died to leave this haunting ground
And this same ground still haunts me

The cool September blows the seeds away
The harvest blown again this year
But I'll return a stronger man
I'll return to me my homeland
No grave shall hold my body down
This land is still my home

I said:
But I'll return a stronger man
I'll return to me my homeland
No grave shall hold my body down
This land is still my home
This land is still my home

Meanwhile, on the other side of the world





edited because I finally found it
[Edited 4/29/08 13:00pm]

like your poem, but it belongs in the "Org Artists" forum.

Sananda!!!
Its a beautiful song!

CJTJ said:

Beautiful...

Sananda .
He's not only an amazing singer, songwriter and performer, but also a poet .

Serious said:

and boffable

Terence Trent D'Arby!

I like that song! Lots. Played that record to death!

did he write that
or just make an amazing song out of it.


he gets a lot of flak because back in the day he didn't know how to handle the press.

I really want him to get musically ambitious again
My favourite voice!

Rightly said:

He wrote the lyrics and the music like he always does.

I love his last two albums
i cant wait till the 3rd part of nigor mortis comes out

Serious said:

Hi
always?

"Angel...aaangel, when will that sadness disappear?"

Rightly said:

Apart from maybe 8 or so covers he has done in his life .

noimageatall said:

what a voice.

Love me some Terence, but his voice ain't what it was when he recorded this. A great talent though.

raveun2thejoyfantastic said:

He writes all his own music except covers. Still writing, still performing. Still gorgeous.

2003 interview
http://myspacetv.com/inde...d=29500413

A beautiful, hauntingly sweet song, and one of my favorites with Des'Ree.


From Symphony Or Damn

Delicate by Sananda Maitreya

Delicate like rain
Delicate like snow
Delicate like birds
Delicate just so
Delicate like air
Delicate like breeze
Delicate like you and me

A delicate advance
A delicate retreat
Delicately planned
Delicate like peace
Delicate like a touch
That's delicately brief
Delicate like you and me

Delicate like trinkets on her bracelet
(Like trinkets on her bracelet)
Delicate like a bracelet on your arm
(Like a bracelet on your arm)
Delicate like sweet arms around me
(Your sweet arms around me)
Delicate like me on top of you

Delicate like words
Delicate how time
So delicately runs
Then delicately dies
Delicate how eyes
So delicately breathe
Delicate like you my dear
Delicate like me my love
Delicate like you and
Delicate like me and
Delicate like
Delicate like you and me

Critics said his second album was too ambitious. I just think he was just way ahead of his time. Should have been released now...songs about homophobia, war, God. We need some damned substance today, instead of most of the crap I hear on the radio. We need some real raw, non-lip-synching emotional talent.

Billy Don't Fall by TTD

Billy was a young boy
Who's fate did decree
That he would like only other boys
So being with a boy came to him naturally
Billy was a green boy
His thoughts so naive
He wondered why he was so victimised
And his fear brought him close to me suddenly

But

Billy my friend
Don't fall in love with me
I'm not that kind of guy
But I'll stand by your side
If you need me to be

But

Billy my friend
Don't fall in love with me
Though it can't be wrong to be
To be what you are

Billy was a sick boy
His life fading to grey
He tried to grab for straws of family
But his loved ones turned young Billy away
Billy died a young man
His face to the wind
And of the things I regret the most
Was seeing how hate and fear killed a friend

But

Billy my friend
Don't fall in love with me
I'm not that kind of guy
But I'll stand by your side
If you need me to be

But

Billy my friend
Don't fall in love with me
Though it can't be wrong to be
To be what you are

Neither Fish nor Flesh, Symphony Or Damn, Vibrator and Wildcard are all amazing albums and would have deserved major success.

how is the new stuff?
is it multi layered like his earlier albums
or demo-like like his angels & vampires albums?

noimageatall said:

Sananda speaks--2008


The problem with most religious publications today is the lack of a centrefold.
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What happened to the American dream? It got leased out to Saudi Arabia.

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Being an artist in the corporate world is like being a cat burglar. Each job could be your last, and you are amazed each time you get away with another act of art. You may at any point be captured, and made to forswear your conviction as the price of avoiding theirs.

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2 guys walk into a bar, and blow it up. They were members of the ‘Joke Liberation Squad’.
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Had I been attuned to this realization earlier, I might’ve summed up the essence of ‘Post Millennium Rock’ like so: Once upon moving to Europe as a much greener man, I got a hold of a rare beauty which couldn’t exist today. An album (yes, vinyl!) that on one side had Jimi Hendrix. Doing his set at Monterey, and Otis Redding on the other side, presenting his Monterey set. Explosive on both sides (and it needs to be reissued, I’d buy that on CD!), and having seared itself into the music box in my brain, had to, at some point, begin leaking out, and bastardizing itself as a pureed portion of this beast I call ‘PMR’. I figured it out a few days ago, that I was only trying to fuse in some way, the impact that record had on me. A few more salmon swim in this sea, (there are Stones and Beatle seeds and other wild root enhancements) but these two guys factor hard into the music I’m bleeding now.
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Whatever your instrument, the more ‘effects’ you play with, the less effect you will have. By all means use a few necessary toys, but trust your own tone and grow used to it. Sometimes ‘effects’ cover up our natural voice. The more direct your sound from the source, the more effect it has on the human heart.

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The root of all guilt is in suspecting that life is against us, and that therefore we deserve to suffer it.

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This same esteemed colleague also warned me not to place much stock in a particular period of my work, as no matter what you do, or who you are, standard whispered wisdom will still insist that all of your best work was done before the age of 35. We are not classical or jazz musicians, so it comes as no real consequence in pop (according to the ignorance which passes itself off as ‘conventional’ wisdom), to be doing great work after a certain age, and to protect the work of yours that the record label has already, it behoves them to smear any of your work which they themselves do not own.
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For almost all artists throughout space and time, their best work (as considered by numbskulls) was naturally at that point when influences converged whereby many people were seduced by its newness. The idea of ‘creative growth’ in the industry is laughable and very discouraged. THEY are the ones who judge the work and disseminate to the rest of the industry what they are to think and say about it, and there is a strong prejudice which goes against accepting as vital, and valid, anything done AFTER they have moved on to your clones. You are placed into the ‘do not disturb old clichés’ file and quickly forgotten.

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The irony of course is that by the time an artist has arrived at a point of discussion with the world, no one wants to hear it, lest it drown out the new 14 year old with nothing to say but ‘I like placing my finger in my butt’. Without even hearing it, people will go into monkey brain, unthinking, ‘repeat after me’, mass hypnosis mode and claim that your stuff (your artist name here), was better when you first came through. It seems that forces wish to tempt all of society into a deadened sleep whereby they accept that only youth has the valid claim. Total and complete bullshit, but our business uses bullshit for diesel.

To protect their monopoly, all music which isn’t accosted and stripped bare by their corporate filter, is rendered suspect, when by and large the truth is the total opposite. For every idiot whose ear the companies own, and brainwash, there are now 3 who are open to the music that music herself inspires her troubadors to create and share with the downtrodden.

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If you saw the history of Western music as two hands on a keyboard, Bach is still the left hand. For whatever his rhythmic and harmonic innovations, he expanded the emotional space in music for both deep pathos and profound joy.

…..and all of western music’s advances have yet come upon what is still the skeleton laid down by the master Bach. Even his integration of African harmonies and rhythms has yet to be recognized as the ‘Cubist’ event of it’s era. Still today modern Rock and Funk bass have a connection to counterpoint from Bach’s left hand.

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I also learned from the church experience that, often when you have no voice is when you really learn how to sing. The church does not care as much about your voice as your heart, and can spot a fake, a mile off. This to this day is still my template, whether I sing in a concert hall or studio or dense smoky club, to sing it as if it matters, as if it is a matter of life and death itself. I know no other speed. If it isn’t real, it doesn’t count. I also rock like this. Once one has been bitten by the ‘gospel’ spirit, it is damn near impossible to shake, so you surrender to it, and just transfer it.

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I was always told by my culture as a child that chronic masturbation could lead to blindness. Since I was a huge fan of Ray Charles, Stevie Wonder and José Feliciano, this was never a big deterrent!

Rightly said:

See for yourself.

http://www.myspace.com/sanandamaitreya

From 2007...

[Edited 4/25/08 11:28am]

midnightmover said:

The voice still gives me chills...

When he does perform live, does he perform the songs he recorded under Terence Trent D'Abry. Or does he only do songs he recorded as Sananda Maitreya?

DiamondGlove said:

When he was touring as Sananda for the Wildcard album he did a lot of the old songs as well .
On the last tour he hardly ever did I think .

This cat was close, real close, to being compared favorably to Prince...

His lack of playing skills (Does he play anything?...Don't shoot, but if he
does, he sure doesn't get any credit for it) plus the short amount of CD's
to his credit have limited him.

His voice hasn't though

Revolution said:

http://www.sanandamaitrey...e_180.html





He also writes all his own songs. I think after his second album he pulled a Dave Chappelle...said eff the music industry here in America...and left to do his own thing.

This Side of Love~~~TTD

We're on the negative side of love
I'm subject to all bizarre whims she fancies
I'm running escape to find the handle
Of the door she locks me up in
She's on the laughing side of sin

What have I done in all my past lives
(To end up on) This side of Love?

We're on a permanent twist of fate
She has dominion over time and torture
I'm pinching myself to convince me that
I'm in a living nightmare
The killer attraction of a dare

What have I done, emasculation
(To end up on) This side of Love?

If I should stay
(Will the beat go on?)
I must be strong
(We tell you every day)
Will I return
(To normal lovers again?)
Please peel my skin
('Cause my soul is burning)

We're on a roundabout whirl of scorn
The demons are smiling and the angels snoring
I feel like a stepchild Caeser that's been
Beaten and bruised to please her
Wearing a rusted ring of thorns

What have I done to piss the Gods off
(To end up on) This side of Love?

If I should stay
(Will the beat go on?)
I must be strong
(We tell you every day)
Will I return
(To normal lovers again?)
Please peel my skin
('Cause my soul is burning)

We're on the negative side of love
I see my condition as a sign of service
I'll snuggle up close to her knowing
That I'm practising my religion
Warming the barrel of a gun

This will be the deed that finds me next time

(On this side of)
(On this side of)
(On this side of) This side of Love