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Anthony Joseph - Blue Susan

Stream Download: Stream here : https://idol-io.ffm.to/bluesusan Taken from Anthony Joseph - "The Ark" forthcoming album April 24th 2026 produced by Dave Okumu pre order the album: http://idol-io.ffm.to/theark Directed by Chris Beschi Anthony Joseph: Vocals Dan See: Drums Dave Okumu: Guitars, Bass, Programming, Percussion, Background Vocals Aviram Barath: Fender Rhodes, Synthesisers Colin Webster: Saxophone Eska Mtungwazi: Vocals, Vocal Arrangement #poetry #afrofuturism #daveokumu All lyrics by Anthony Joseph Engineered by Nick Powell and Dave Okumu Mixed by Dan Parry Mastered by Shawn Joseph @ Optimum Mastering photos: Mirabelwhite & Bunny Bread @icreatenotdestroy Artwork by Chris Beschi Lyrics Susan had seen the chrome towers of the spirit world. She had moved through each room in darkness, like an illicit vapour. She had heard the sorrowful blues of the South, the narcotic rumble of its lowest frequencies. She had stepped with bare feet upon the wooden floor, and cold it was cold it was cold. She had bent her head back to stare at the impossible back of night. But the door to heaven would not open. Horror upon horror. She wept hard and punctured the fabric of the sky lid, was torn out of momentum, was sudden burst to bone and feathers in a house of birds with wings threshing. She had broken to water upon the banks of an inconsolable river. Her lungs were full of grapes. She had crept with the skin of vipers, through moss and silt, cool in the underbush after the flood. She had opened every window in the house and turned each photo around. There was morning, there was music in the morning, there was music in the two-step out new morning, someone humming in the street, piercing the stillness where light leaked in. She stood on the liminal gap between her shadow and her reflection, agonising upon her own death. In Stockholm, upon that ship of sound, she had again met the saxophonist. And she had for the first time listened carefully to the truncated beauty of his obbligatos and was spirited away and spread open to possibility. But she did not see his dark and melancholy eye upon her, over the reed. He saw the naked flesh of her neck, the white beads of her necklace, of glass of beads and insect bone, her shoulders, the bones of her sternum, the sex of her mouth. That night he would examine each limb by limb by limb. He would roll his tongue along her skin. In the morning the hills seemed to lung them both to breath. He sat naked at the edge of the bed with the hung horn between his legs. The melody he had composed held several smooth corners, notes of Don Byas, hints of Turrentine’s ‘I Told Jesus’. Blue Susan. She listened, as if it was the last song sung in heaven. They embraced. The wooden louvres rattled in the rugged dawn. The swimming pool in the courtyard below was deepest blue and barren within the fading summer light. Follow Anthony Joseph   / anthony.joseph_poet   https://www.facebook.com/ajpoet/?loca... https://anthonyjosephofficial.bandcam... © Copyright: 2026 Heavenly Sweetness