(outta here...)

Disclaimer:
 So back in 1968 - 1971 it was a very hostile/violent/environmentally degraded world. Like many aware young people ensconced in places like suburban New Jersey, I could see that the American Dream was turning the future of our planet into Hell on Earth. So I wrote this fantasy about a fossilized Pteranodon springing to life. He flies up out of the rock and off into the sky to observe the world of  human self-delusion and, of course, to run his mouth.

It strikes me today as a little naive, but so what, I was 20.  Anyway, it is indubitably the most  
self-indulgent chunk of apocalyptic and excessively melodic paranoia  I've ever written. Unfortunately, it may be more timely than ever.  Needless to say, it is not what you would call "Easy Listening". And it is 14:38 minutes long (apologies in advance to all my A.D.D. friends  :-).   Sound like fun? Click on the "<<play the tune>>" link below. That is . . . if you don't mind being proselytized by an extinct flying Animistic reptile.

U.nder S.aurian Skies
© 1969
Ron Perrone
Poem and  Music by Ron Perrone

This was only a dream . . . I hope.

(the following recording has uncompleted percussion tracks for now -  stay tuned)

U.nder S.aurian Skies
<<play the tune>>
In a dream he took flight
Dragon glider, full moon flier
A prescient wraith of time
And he arose transformed from stone to sail the sky.

The world that we know may be gone by the dawn
Atomic firefall, red rain . . .
Dreamers of dreams gone insane.

So here we stand beneath Saurian Skies
Their laughter floats over our world
Their voices, the sun in our eyes.

He said,
"Busy wee beasts rushing off to appointments
Bright little builders with clouds in their hands
Blind with ambition and faith without reason
Your ignorance cuts,  spilling blood on the land."

Behold I sing you a tale
Of a long-ago world
Of a paradise failed
I warn, heed a voice from the past
A message from stone
This world will not last

"I teach only what I have seen
Of how a saurian kingdom
So much greater than yours
Was cut off with a scream".

And now with the firefall demon whispering in dreams
And on media screens he blinds us
Ancient flier drift homeward
The saurian calls out a warning, the cry of extinction,
"Your time is at hand! I, Pteranodon beckon to thee!"

He said,
"And so it has come to be that  humans inherit the world
And now that they call it their own,
They set about to Streaking their minds
And their bodies in crimson.
And thusly crouched in the encircling primeval darkness,
By the darkness behind their eyes,
They carve their brutal totems to know their fates.
Though their fears find them time and again.
All through the desperate years ,
The tears fall from their star spangled masks.
And where these spatter the earth,
It is there that prowl the blood demons
Feasting as they crawl!"
He said,
"Iron Makers! Fire Shakers!
"Fear the night and curse the day!
Maim the earth and shame the wild
Drive the living things away!"

He said,
"A coffin nailed with bullets
And a funeral crown of distorted sunrises
Hate and plague in the old home town
(you could close your eyes to it)
Filth and fire on the burial grounds
And for each and every
A grave digger digging you in deeper
With automated claws."

This earth is the Living God
Once neglected, once rejected
She will be gone from us forever
Lost to us for evermore.

And what will we do? And where will we go?
Orphaned all, we surely all should know

He said,
"Fire Shakers, Murder Makers . . . all fall, fall, fall."

Perhaps great titans will crouch by the sea
Again in a world of Saurian seed
And virgin lands again will be
Home to the flying and running free
Home to the flying and running free
Home to the flying and running free

"Agreed!", he said.
"Home to the flying and running free."

-Ron Perrone 1969