Led Zep's Houses of the Holy, A Continuation, Meaning Explained Part II : Casting out of the Garden of Eden, Wishing He Could Go Too

On to some more crib notes for my new lyrics to the Zep's Houses of the Holy. If you're like me, you're thinking Robert Plant wrote them when he was on something. But hey, the lyrics make sense in a cool kind of way. So do mine, if you don't think about it too hard. If there's anything I hate, it's talking about the meaning of a poem or story. However, a little background might provide useful information. It might not. Again, Led Zeppelin's lyrics to Houses of the Holy are below, followed by some crib notes to Part II. (Recall in the first part, Michael the Archangel readies to vanquish the hosts of Lucifer, former shining star of God. Part I: Sending his brother away)

In this next chapter, Michael must again banish someone from somewhere. This time: Adam and Eve from the Garden of Eve. I got this picture in my head from listening to:

There's an angel on my shoulder, In my hand a sword of gold

Let me wander in your garden.

a few too many times too many. Seems that someone is always being banished for something, this time, our progenitors for eating of the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. I don’t like it that the woman gets blamed, since curiosity is a good thing for progress. If you consider what has really picked the world out of poverty, disease, famine, and the dark ages, it’s science (not religion), and the curious scientists that move the world. Nice that the Church put Galileo on house arrest or Leonardo DaVinci had to sneak to the morgue to dissect a human body. All condemned by Religigos (pronounced Reli-jigos, like “Gigolos”) who enjoy the benefits of Scientistas (you heard it here first, along with Religigos) conveniently forgetting to apologize for persecuting the curious scientists for being curious.

So, the end of Eden is Paradise lost as Adam and Eve are waiting for Michael to banquish (a combo of “banish” and “vanquish”, my goal is to create the most new American words of any person ever!) them for eating of the fruit of the Forbidden Tree of Knowledge (of Good and Evil). Don’t ask me why they’re waiting

There they wait with bags that match,

but Michael is a-coming.

Soon, we get to the famous scene where sword aloft and blazing, Michael drives the two East of Eden, another picture that has since cast the West as Good and the East as bad. (I’m glad I live in the Western hemisphere.) It’s a little overkill, I think, to light up his sword. It’s not as if Adam and Eve couldn’t be pushed out without a blazing sword. That’s where I got the:

Behind them Mike’s toy licks up hail

                    it’s really just for showing off.

He really likes to wow the females

Eve and Adam have their bags packed, waiting beside their nude bodies between two trees, the second tree being the Tree of Life. And here’s where I agree that Eve should be blamed: why did she eat from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil first? If it were me, I would have eaten of the Tree of Life first. Now being immortal, does it matter if I know everything? Then, at leisure, I could decide the benefits and costs of eating from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. (Some might counter that God would give humankind pain and that living forever would be a literal pain in the butt and other places.)

For if one lives long enough, one can learn a whole lot and not have to eat from the Forbidden Fruit of the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. Who needs it? 

And yes, I listened to the song the ENTIRE time I was writing the each chapter, which means that I listened to the song a lot!

Remember to read while you are listening to Led Zeppelin's song Houses of the Holy. The beat will make the story that much more fun and readable.

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Led Zeppelin's Houses of the Holy

Let me take you to the movies. Can I take you to the show

Let me be yours ever truly. Can I make your garden grow

From the houses of the holy, we can watch the white doves go

From the door comes Satan's daughter, and it only goes to show. You know.

There's an angel on my shoulder, In my hand a sword of gold

Let me wander in your garden. And the seeds of love I'll sow. You know.

So the world is spinning faster. Are you dizzy when you're stoned?

Let the music be your master. Will you heed the master's call

Oh... Satan and man.

Said there ain't no use in crying. Cause it will only, only drive you mad

Does it hurt to hear them lying? Was this the only world you had? Oh-oh

So let me take you, take you to the movie. Can I take you, baby, to the show.

Why don't you let me be yours ever truly. Can I make your garden grow

You know.

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Click here for Part I: Sending his brother away

Part II : Casting out of the Garden of Eden, Wishing he could go too

Again, Michael must banish someone from somewhere. This time: Adam and Eve from the Garden of Eve. I got this picture in my head from listening to:

There's an angel on my shoulder, In my hand a sword of gold

Let me wander in your garden.

a few too many times too many. Seems that someone is always being banished for something, this time, our progenitors for eating of the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. I don’t like it that the woman gets blamed, since curiosity is a good thing for progress. If you consider what has really picked the world out of poverty, disease, famine, and the dark ages, it’s science (not religion), and the curious scientists that move the world. Nice that the Church put Galileo on house arrest or Leonardo DaVinci had to sneak to the morgue to dissect a human body. All condemned by Religigos (pronounced Reli-jigos, like “Gigolos”) who enjoy the benefits of Scientistas (you heard it here first, along with Religigos) conveniently forgetting to apologize for persecuting the curious scientists for being curious.

So, the end of Eden is Paradise lost as Adam and Eve are waiting for Michael to banquish (a combo of “banish” and “vanquish”, my goal is to create the most new American words of any person ever!) them for eating of the fruit of the Forbidden Tree of Knowledge (of Good and Evil). Don’t ask me why they’re waiting

There they wait with bags that match,

but Michael is a-coming.

Soon, we get to the famous scene where sword aloft and blazing, Michael drives the two East of Eden, another picture that has since cast the West as Good and the East as bad. (I’m glad I live in the Western hemisphere.) It’s a little overkill, I think, to light up his sword. It’s not as if Adam and Eve couldn’t be pushed out without a blazing sword. That’s where I got the:

Behind them Mike’s toy licks up hail

                    it’s really just for showing off.

He really likes to wow the females

Eve and Adam have their bags packed, waiting beside their nude bodies between two trees, the second tree being the Tree of Life. And here’s where I agree that Eve should be blamed: why did she eat from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil first? If it were me, I would have eaten of the Tree of Life first. Now being immortal, does it matter if I know everything? Then, at leisure, I could decide the benefits and costs of eating from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. (Some might counter that God would give humankind pain and that living forever would be a literal pain in the butt and other places.)

For if one lives long enough, one can learn a whole lot and not have to eat from the Forbidden Fruit of the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. Who needs it?

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As for Michael, he continues his bland ways:

In the distance, hear the thunder

            and a complacent kind of humming.

And:

He looks clinically at the two that stand

                 but one a bit more than the other

Who knows? Maybe Archangel Michael will be able to feel one of these days? Catch the next installment if you want to find out!

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Part II: Casting out of the Garden of Eden, Wishing he could go too

Uh, oh.  Here’s Mike to rip asunder.

                   Eden’s ending with his coming.

In the distance, hear the thunder

            and a complacent kind of humming.

He steps lightly, feathers taut

                senses alert like a wide-eyed bug

going into an invisible knot

          sees nothing--continues with a shrug.

There they wait with bags that match

   ‘tween the two trees that let them know:

There are things beyond their green patch

              that their paradise would not show.

                                         You know.

He looks clinically at the two that stand

                 but one a bit more than the other

then peers at the lines of the man

                 places his hand upon his brother

                                  You know.

The man’s look comes from seeing things

                          that he wasn’t meant to see.

Alas, now does those things that bring

                       blights of that accursed tree.

                                            Oh – oh.

Cause it’s easier to blame the fruit

                        or even the serpent’s tongue

frankly all of it is moot

                      the promises his woman sung

                                            Oh – oh-oh. . .

At last, grudging Mike must glance

                at the female looking beyond.

It seems she prefers her chance

                    and looks forward to the dawn.

              

Behind them Mike’s toy licks up hail

                    it’s really just for showing off.

He really likes to wow the females

                        with his aching sword aloft.

                                             You know.

At the edge, Mike rests his arm

                       and stands just to the inside.

She turns and he sees with alarm

                      the gleaming eyes of a bride

                                 Oh-oh, Satan and Man.

Mike didn’t know but he would face

                         those gleaming eyes again.

Inscrutable in time or place

                     When he’d be ready to begin.

But for now Mike returns alone

                        to quiet houses of the holy.

Where only the mighty like he are prone

             to stare out longingly at the lowly.

                                     

                                          Oh – oh – oh.

The lowly were a-walking

       Dragging feet and stepping toes, then

One says a prayer and hand crossing

                       the other just says an amen.

                                 Oh-oh, Man and Satan.

Led Zep's Houses of the Holy, A Continuation, Meaning Explained Part I. Sending his Brother Away

Click here for the lyrical poem, "And now Here Comes Michael Walking," that I wrote after listening to Led Zep's Houses of the Holy one too many times late one night when I was cramming for a final exam.

Led Zeppelin's Houses of the Holy

Some people comment that my writing isn't transparent on a first or second (or third read). Here is some explanation of the lyrics that I wrote (that go in time with Led Zeppelin's song), after hearing this song one too many times. After reading these comments and the meaning behind my new lyrics, it might make the reading a little more enjoyable.

After extending the story of Houses of the Holy, which isn't really a story but I made it into one from a few of the catchy phrases in the lyrics, the epic story-poem, call it whatever you want, kept telling itself, so to speak, or so to write.

And yes, I listened to the song the ENTIRE time I was writing the each chapter, which means that I listened to the song a lot!

Remember to read while you are listening to Led Zeppelin's song Houses of the Holy. The beat will make the story that much more fun and readable.

I would like to note that I do not enjoy reading "critiques" or "analysis" of literature before reading anything. However, I did need to read Einstein's notes on his Relativity (the version for the layman, which is really too heavy duty for the layman) and found them useful and necessary, and wished the Maestro had written more, more more! Einstein is Maestro II in my Princess Boo Stories. Maestro I is Newton (or the other way around, I forget).

If you are a Led Zeppelin fan as I am, you no doubt love, luv, l-o-v-e Houses of the Holy. The lyrics are copied below:

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Let me take you to the movies. Can I take you to the show
Let me be yours ever truly. Can I make your garden grow

From the houses of the holy, we can watch the white doves go
From the door comes Satan's daughter, and it only goes to show. You know.

There's an angel on my shoulder, In my hand a sword of gold
Let me wander in your garden. And the seeds of love I'll sow. You know.

So the world is spinning faster. Are you dizzy when you're stoned?
Let the music be your master. Will you heed the master's call
Oh... Satan and man.

Said there ain't no use in crying. Cause it will only, only drive you mad
Does it hurt to hear them lying? Was this the only world you had? Oh-oh

So let me take you, take you to the movie. Can I take you, baby, to the show.
Why don't you let me be yours ever truly. Can I make your garden grow
You know.

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Part I. Sending his Brother Away

I got the pic of Satan’s daughter standing in a doorway to a bordello in Reconstruction Era New Orleans (don’t ask me why New Orleans, maybe because the Orleans casino is a large Southern estate-like mansion on its façade.)

Reconstruction Era, for you furreners (j/k), foreigners, internationals who I love because all seven of you read my writing, lol, is the period in American history after the Civil War. The South went through a very rough period, as after President Lincoln was assassinated, the Northern Congressmen were unforgiving in their policies toward the South. Some would say the deep South deserved such punitive measures. Today, many reenact famous Civil War battles and fly the Confederate flag. (These are the states that voted very red in the election this month, btw.) Evidently, most people did not espouse Abraham Lincoln’s view that:

“I have always found that mercy bears greater fruits than strict justice.”

If Lincoln had said “punishment” in lieu of “justice” I think I might have agreed with him more, in light of the word “always” also being in there. I think he meant: with “strict administration of the law, justice is not always served because no law is perfect, being either too over-inclusive or not enough, and not being able to tailor judgments to every single situation. But we all get the point.

Anyway, and she’s standing there (Satan’s daughter, sorry for the digression), much like Mae West in “Diamond Lil”. But of course, she has to be waiting for somebody or somebody has to be passing by that catches her eye, or vice versa. Satan’s daughter, not Mae West, or maybe both. J or all three, Diamond Lil, too.

Who else but Michael, since he’s got his flaming sword in hand. So the story begins, and soon I found myself daydreaming about famous scenes from the Bible, that are well documented in gilded paintings on doorway panels in Byzantine and Eastern Orthodox Churches, as well as ornately carved panels in Western Cathedrals.

Part I, posted earlier, tells of Michael readying for battle with Lucifer, who was the original bad-ass archangel, bigger than Michael back then. When Lucifer gathers his host of angels that are willing to follow him into battle against God, God sends Archangel Michael, God’s new right-hand man, er, angel.

In the first part of this epic poem, Michael is readying for battle. He’s donning his chain mail (don’t ask me why angels need armor) over his wings (feather, not rainbow wings). His chain mail is a bit corroded and stinky because Michael never bathes, as angels need not. However, chain mail does need upkeep even if angels do not. After all those battles, the perspiration and blood, if indeed angels bleed or sweat, must take its toll on Michael’s armor and garments. Since angels are sinless (except Lucifer and those who went down with him), Michael doesn’t need to shower, so the joke here is that pure Michael might be a bit stinky (only something that people who are sensitive to the slightest odors would think about, Eew).

That’s also why Michael might feel a bit bland, as some philosophical schools of thought would agree that good cannot exist without evil, since there would be nothing by which to compare the former (or the latter). How do you know what is good if there is no bad? (Or the idea of “evil”?) Thus, badness is not such a bad thing and a necessity. In my epic story poem at least.

Gabs of course is Archangel Gabriel, the Bearer of Good Tidings since he appeared before the Virgin Mary to tell her that the child she was bearing was from God. That’s why he’s all happy and has bouncy curls (that was in an older version). Michael has salon-fatigued curls (later chapter) because he’s unsettled in mind and spirit for some reason, especially after seeing Satan’s daughter.

Looking out to heaven’s blue sky (which is never red, btw), Michael sees the approach of his brother Lucifer, which makes him sad, Michael, not Lucifer. For although the Bible and most fire-and-brimstone religions are black and white, I cannot imagine brothers who truly love each other being happy about killing each other and never seeing the other again. Although the Bible tells of God being sad that Lucifer was lost, the general tone of the Church is pretty cold towards Satan.

That’s what’s behind Michael’s “queer mix of love” for his brother Lucifer, as Lucifer, knowing heaven and sin is the only of the archangels to know (in the Biblical sense of having lived) right from wrong, to be distinguished from Archangel Michael, who knows in theory what is right and wrong but has only ever practiced “right”.

I correct myself: On this day, if heaven is measured in such terms, heaven does bleed with red, so I guess the skies must have been pretty purple (or maybe lavender since heaven is light blue. Actually, you would probably get a darkish reddish purple. Merely wishful thinking on my part since lavender is a happier color.)

Lucifer’s nickname is Luz (no, not in the Bible, in my story), which means “light” in Spanish. That leads into my reference to the morning star, Venus, which some would not approve as some do not believe that devils should be referred to as guiding stars.

I don’t care because this is my poem. So, crank up Led Zep’s Houses of the Holy and read this poem to its tempo. You’ll see it reads pretty darn well.

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