In the year 1980,
Melodic Energy Commission
released a second vinyl pressed, long play recording containing
Fables and Lyrical lore from the
Migration of the Snails
While exploring this page ou are invited to listen to
this classic album to warm your ears, while you chill with friend.
Whether you happen to be sipping a martini or nibbling on a mushroom
This musical journey is a treat.
The CD of this album is available here
Here is the story, as transcribed from the original liner notes.
far from the others,
inside it, is a
vine draped library.
With an entrance under a centurion oak, the cottage commands a hundred year view of the valley. The doorway, unmasked as such, is always open to travelers. Bees buzz through the flowers that hang about the feet of bushes which stay off of paths and tint their leaves with the colours of the air. Now stands a saddled zebra, tied to the porch post, a sign that a visitor is within.
In the main room are walls lined with shelves of spidery creations, nestled up to the highest corners. At the dark wood table, in an armchair carved to the shape of a goat, sits the lizard rider, a being clad in green satin and waistcoat embroidered with silver threads depicting scenes of dragonic conquests in the castled knight-days so bold.
Against the central wood stove rests the riders's alligator boots. It is there that they will dry on this especially cool wet spring morning. After the night's damp dark ride, this library seems a salimander's paradise.
From a small opening behind a stack of yellowed manuscripts, hopped the ultimate phrasiest one, the rabbit with sheer velocity of thought. She placed a lorish volume at the lizard's side, from where a slight nod of recognition preceded a curious fanning of the pages. "Obviously penned by an owl's beak sharp wisdom", thought the traveler, as the story began to flow from the inky scroll.
...and so the Dodo's were one of the races
to face extinction,
not from the hand of man, as on earth,
but from un-warranted interference.
It happened so suddenly that only one of the Dodo survived,
long enough to make his way to the nearest town.
These words were relayed to the race of snails
on the western shore.
I ride across the desert in the middle of the
I cannot stop to linger or to wait the rising light
I rode the fabled Galloop and it gallops and
I can never tell I'm dancing when there's no wind in my sails
And I think I must have risen in the middle of a dream......Galloop.
Otter, Xaliman & George - Photo by Cliff Baldwin
commonplace in gastropodal lifestyle.
Faster than the
speed of electrical transmission, the
message is carried
. . . ENTER INTO A GLOBE
OF SPACE . . .
MIGRATION OF THE SNAILS
Lyrics by Kathleen Yearwood
Music by Mark & Paul Franklin, Xaliman & Del Dettmar
I coaxed the seals apon the beach
They laughed and nosed my hand
We slid into a water flight
And bellied up the sand
Their backs were waxen in the dim
Their eyes as bright as spray
They played my flute of seaweed stalk
And never went away
I coaxed the snails to turn a dance
That only seasnails know
I blew my slowest wind-sea song
They whirled about their coloured coats
All billowing slow...slow
I fell into the water town
And slit eyed sailors say
The numbers rule this ocean now
We've got to make it pay
For cormorant's wing or snail's head
Or seal coat or sea bile
We'll forget we once were wet
In oceans free of guile
And so the sea lion arches head
From endless dreams he moans
I answered with a flying fish
I found gaping on the ground
Del the Sailor - Photo by Cliff Baldwin
Riding down the silvery trail
It's alright being a snail
Keeping wet it's death to dry
Gliding, Gliding, Gliding by
Taking curves at dangerous speeds
Celphics searching out their needs
400 Million years we've been around
Gliding, Gliding along the ground
Leave our songs on mucous slime
Eating mushrooms, feeling fine
They're gastropods, they travel far
Gliding, Gliding to Shangri-la
Mobile homes apon our backs
Everything we own is packed
Making short a lengthy tale
We're gliding, Gliding, Gliding snails
We're off on a current
So far from the mainstream
Horizons are changing
As fast as our course
We're finding our places
Fine tuning our dials
They're sending us message
From across the miles
We give you our trust
We open our ears
Alien beings greet the snails with wings of velocity. Above the ground they begin to drift on cloud lines and airwaves. Towards a portal of transition where the beast of 100 visions, observes the past, present and future with an eternally glazed gaze.
lizard's attention transferred from
the misty pages to a rapid scan
of the room.
conveyed from beyond the
likely a sattelite transmitter locked into a planetary orbit was
busily beaming this message...",
All lyrics ©1980 by the noted writers.
All compositions published by Misty Code Publishing,
registered with SOCAN
Unauthorized reproduction is prohibited, for permission contact:
This recording was produced by Xaliman & Paul Franklin, the project took most of 1979 to complete. The recordings were made during Commission gatherings in the Vancouver studio that occupied Xaliman's living room as well as in the living room studio at the Franklin residence in Richmond B.C.
In the middle of the project Xaliman aquired a two month occupation of the studio under the Soft Rock Cafe in Kitsilano. At the time the first MEC album Stranger in Mystery was selling very well and the excitement of recording a totally planned concept album had the commissioners' focus.
The MEC even staged a few very rare live performances at the Soft Rock Cafe, the New Orchestra Workshop, the Jericho Youth Hostel and a full scale multi-media event at Robson Square Theatre. Paul Rudolph had just returned from England and his musical adventures with Brian Eno, Robert Calvert and Hawkwind, he joined the Melodic Energy Commission for many of these live performances and even got recorded for the album tracks, Doorway into Summer and Perriwinkle Street.
By far the most adventurous live performance took place at the Vancouver Science Fiction Convention V-Con4 in 1980 where the Commission were the house band for the costume gala ball. Silver make-up and blue hair spray flowed freely as did psychedelic brainfood.