“The Fugs are a band formed in New York in mid 1963 by poets Ed Sanders and Tuli Kupferberg, with Ken Weaver on drums. Soon afterward, they were joined by Peter Stampfel and Steve Weber of the Holy Modal Rounders. Kupferberg named the band from a euphemism for ‘fuck’ used in Norman Mailer’s novel, The Naked and the Dead.” [via]
“The Fugs perform Matthew Arnold’s wedding poem set to music by Tuli Kupferberg at Tuli’s memorial, Saint Marks on the Bouwerie, July 17, 2010. The poem is read by Coby Batty accompanied by Steve Taylor, Scott Petito and Ed Sanders.
The whole Fugs set can be found on Vimeo with better audio and video quality here: http://vimeo.com/13610312“
Lyrics based on a poem by Matthew Arnold:
“The sea is calm to-night.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits;—on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanch’d land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.
Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the Ægean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.
The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth’s shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl’d.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.
Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.”
“… we call upon the powers of the cosmos to protect our ceremonies
in the name of Zeus
in the name of Anubis, god of the dead
in the name of those skilled for causes they do not comprehend
in the name of the lives of the dead soldiers killed in Vietnam because of a bad karma
in the name of sea-born Aphrodite
in the name of the Magna Mater [Dei Madea ?]
Dionysios
Zagreus
Jesus
Iao Sabao Yehovah
the Unnameable
the Quintessence Finality
to the Zoroastrian Fire
in the name of Hermes
in the name of the beak of Thoth
in the name of the Scarab
in the name
in the name of the Tyrone Power Poundcake Society in the sky
in the name of Ra
Osiris
Horus
Nephthys
Isis
Harpocrates
in the name of the Flowing, Living Universe
in the name of the mouth of the [… ?]
we call upon the spirits
to raise the Pentagon from its destiny
and preserve it
in the name
in all the names
it is you
out demons out
out demons out
out demons out
out demons out
out demons out
out demons out
out demons out
out demons out
out demons out
out demons out
out demons out
out out out
for the first time in the history of the Pentagon
there will be a grope in within 100 feet of this place
within 200 feet
seminal culmination in the spirit of peace and brotherhood
a real grope for peace
all those who want to protect this rite of love
may form a circle of protection around the lovers
circle of protection!
out demons out
out demons out
these are the magic eyes of victory
victory for peace!”