F-Strength of Olden Ocean

Ancylus Lake is a name given by geologists to a large freshwater lake that existed in northern Europe approximately from 8,750 to 7,850 years BC, being in effect one of various predecessors to the modern Baltic Sea.
Traces of the Ancylus Lake can be found today at the exact spot where I live, at the West Coast of Sweden close to the Norwegian border. If you know where to look.

ANCYLUS LAKE REIMAGINED

Started out as a Rhumba Guaguanco experiment. 8 hours later!!!  LOL. Some serious bottom here!

Funky Space Rhumba

Pretend Life

When Im out walking in the countryside I often look up & see The Common Buzzard that as made an astonishing come back.
The "comeback" of the common buzzard refers to its successful recovery as the most common bird of prey in the UK, after being persecuted by gamekeepers and declining due to pesticide use in the mid-20th century. Legal protection and a reduction in pesticides have allowed populations to rebound, and they are now found almost everywhere in the country. This recovery is considered a major conservation success story. 
So back to the idea of the song which was recorded June 2024.
Crows pursue common buzzards a behavior called mobbing to defend their territory. By harassing the buzzard, the crows try to drive it away from their nest site, which is a common defense mechanism for many birds. 
I can never understand why the powerful buzzard just doesn’t turn and take the crow out with it’s incredible sharp talons. 
The idea I have linked to dating and trying to free yourself from the worst  brief two dates of your life yet she still persists in pursuing the third one.
Chasing you down just like the Crow with the Buzzard.
Hope this makes sense as my imagination always tries to think outside the box with lyrics.
Conscience Of Kings gives you ….

The Buzzard and the Crow 

V1
Just like the scratches you left down my back 
There a reminder of our brief past 
I turn my  talons to be a  lethal assassin 
ever time I looked up that never happened 

Chorus 
You are the crow
Me I am the buzzard 
Fly away from me
My brief lover x2
It’s time to let me go
Cause I am the  buzzard 
And you, you are the crow 

V2 
The first night we met the  warning signs were there 
Sharing platter not shared you  got tequilaed and fell of the chair 
I gave you the benefit of  first  date nerves 
I anit saying what happened second date was  absurd 

Chorus 

Lead break 

Outro 
The carrion crow 
who just won’t let go 
As I try and fly 
into the open sky
Your in pursuit 
following my route 
The buzzard and the crow 
Is there something that they know 
That’s me and that is you 
It’s over we’re done we’re  through 

Original Artwork picture by Owen Brown

Buzzard & The Crow ~ Conscience of Kings

Berimbau Way (2025)

Cyclic Cycle

go on

This is the 13th track made from my Grandad's poetry.

The others are here👇🏾
https://on.soundcloud.com/7RWUlc4x5lMqOxNecd
🧓🏼Papa's Poems ▶️ Songs ♾️

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Tuning 432Hz A Standard
Capo 6

Instruments
-Vocal and acoustic live
-Additonal backing vocal runs x 4
-Acoustic lead
-Acoustic picked rhythm
-Piano played on keys
-Native Flute played on keys
-Lost Reverse Alchemy pad played on keys
-5 String bass
-Marimba played on keys
-Cajon bass & snare played on keys 

To do
-lower bass in mix
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Papa 's notes on the poem are below the poem 🍃🍁🍂❤️
It's another real gem to have and I really adore how laser focused to nature he was.

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Sentenced without Trial (A poem by Bill Stapleton)

The executioner has come to cut thee down.
I know not for what crime.
The human race needs living space
And you have little time.

No counsel for your defence
No witness to your beauty
No guardian of your civil rights
It matters not - you're guilty!

Where are the lovers you shaded
When summer hearts were wed
Speak now for your leafy friend
Before his life is shed

Did no one see you in Springtime
When your buds were awake in bloom
Did no one pass last Autumn
On your golden carpet, strewn

Why don't you run away?
The humans are coming fast
Don't just stand there and be acquired
Your security is past

Dumb innocence give me your seed
And let me away to sow
In some undeveloped land
Where the crocuses can grow.
......
Where are the lovers you shaded
When summer hearts were wed
Speak now for your leafy friend
Before his life is shed

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23 February 1975
Bill says, " A considerable time had lapsed since I had written any poetry probably due to the shock of my heart attack. In fact I was not sure whether I could still do so. It was a great comfort to me therefore to achieve this poem after an elapse of nearly five years.
The theme of civil rights comes from the northern troubles. I got the idea while out for a walk around Silverpine, the lovely little roads now sadly changed by housing development. Many lovely old trees cut down while others await their fate with 'Security' and 'Acquired' boards ignominiously nailed to them.
The last verse is a lesson on how we can co-operate to save the situation by planting a new tree"

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Bill lived for nine more years after writing those words. It's interesting how the health shock effected his creativity and so nice he re-found it. Maybe a nice reminder to use our time well 🔆


I really love the third stanza. "Where are the lovers you shaded?..." Bill is looking at these condemned trees and wondering about the beautiful unconditional love it showed to people who are now no where to be seen when the trees need them. For me this wraps up what I've learned and had confirmed from Papa's poetry. Humans use the planet but get lost in our own pleasure and forget about what actually keeps us alive and what makes this such a wonderful planet to be on and that we do get to share. We share it with all the trees and eachother. We are however the only ones with either the intelligence to save it from ourselves or stay blinded and condemn it like these trees were condemned to their doom. Thanks Papa


This in my opinion is why laws against single use plastics and similar environmental saviours are so important. When idiosy decides to reverse them on a whim and because of only economics the indifference grows collectively and we lose our focus on the tree and the system as a whole. We then also forget that in focusing on the welfare of the tree, we focus on our own welfare. It's easy to forget this when we don't experience a direct relatable suffering however compassion towards the system still has our answers to a smoother future along side our dear tree friends 🫛

Sentenced without Trial

machine gun Photo by STNGR LLC on Unsplash
made with piano, casio, stylophone, metronome, NCH
i live/work by a huge military base, you never know what kind of war sounds are going to pop in
you otherwise mostly peaceful forest life
machine guns are a favorite, but droning mystery hums,  bombs sounds, and aircraft noise have staring roles. the best is TAPS at night 10 pm, a bugle thing in the morning 6 am (hard to hear over traffic sounds), and sometime meal time bugles.

when your otherwise peaceful life is punctuated by sounds from military practice

Outback (2025 Remake)

Love many kinds of music, try myself to bring out some spiritual and soulful tunes to reflect or simply to have fun in producing. Doing nightshifts so sometimes if I can focus and "enjoy" and when its a silent night I can listen halfway carefully or in the morning I repeat and hear via headphones without interrupt and in a very relaxed mood, often till my handy fell on my face 

go on

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