#karl steven

[audioculturenz]

As part of an ongoing series, filmmaker Ross Cunningham interviewed singer, composer, bandleader and very much more, Karl Steven, for AudioCulture. From his early days, through his time with pop superstars Supergroove to the present day, it can be found here. 

[sweetstothesweetas]

Can't Get Enough

Perchance I wonder'd 'pon a kindly star Of whether thou couldst render me some aid. I caution thee: mine's a conundrum rare That maketh men scream out, their will decay'd.

My drummers now return with yen to beat. A lutenist vaults a theorbo grand And like a nimble hare is quick of feet - So says the mistress of the beetle's band.

A moth sticks by a trancing, flick'ring fire As masons guilded labour at their toil. I call to them, "O brothers, let's retire! A warrior back-flips like a launchèd coil."

I will consume thee like a cream-filled puff! Can't get enough, no, I can't get enough.

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And here it is, for hers, or his, or hers In bick'ring sim'lar to their marriage vows! Alas, I will be, in this second verse, Having an abundance of platonic relationships reminiscent of my man, Mike Plato.

I walk'd the street and scream'd "I'm blind!", and yet No soul remark'd my agonising woe. I must have lost my mind; I couldn't get Another, couldn't get another, no.

And like a praetor's guard, an oath I've sworn To keep secure this humble village green. The dogs of war have savag'd, ripp'd and torn This land. I now keep home a normal scene.

These sweet rhymes fashion I straight from my cuff! Can't get enough, no, I can't get enough.

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An obstacle! Oh no, these sonnets run Until the author findeth how to scale Their height, their width, their depth; oh no, not one Direction can he take to end this tale.

Oh rock my soul! These words turn stranger still; By now the author's standards are less picky. Who cares now for precision words to fill? A thing'majig! A what's-its-name! Doohickey!

Doolittle speaks of rain in Aragon That parachute-like pantaloons can't touch. And then I, euh, um, euh, no words anon! My stammer pounds my aching head so much.

This groove I've dress'd in Jacobean ruff. I think, by now, we've fin'lly got enough!

[sweetstothesweetas]

Scorpio Girls

Ooh ooh ooh, what am I suppos'd to do? I'm baffled by what motions are in train. Is one my star-cross'd lover fated true, Or are they too debauch'd to entertain?

Suck'd by the strongest current of the sea, I swim against their charms like finless cod. Oh, were I unconcern'd! A monkey free Would never cry despairingly to God.

Astrology compels them to my door. Magnetic luminàries, Devil's fruit! I try to hide but they return once more; These strumpets play my hungry enzyme's lute.

Despite my plaintive cries in verse and prose, They rock my world, these Scorpi-orpi-os.