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

The others are here👇🏾
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🧓🏼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

This is the 15th poem by my Grandad that is now presented musically. Bill wrote this one just before his brother died and wrote it from his brothers perspective. Here's to anyone who misses a loved one. Much love

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Broken Wing

My thoughts take wing and carry me home
To my nest and my haven of love,
On patients' cloud of hope I roam
In the arms of my friendly dove.

My horizon lost in this sea of pain
I fall to the valley of gloom
My thoughts awake, then I suffer again
In the silence of this tomb.

Friends' welcome smile, each hopeful test,
Life me up on my wings of health
With my love I bear, this ordeal of rest,
Their love this chalice will melt.

I long for the hour, my house, my length,
Rests with those I love best.
Please God now give me the added strenght
To fly back to my homely nest.

29th July 1970

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Broken Wing

Title: “Count to Ten”

Verse 1:
They call the count, I taste the ground,
Blood and dust, no one around.
Static hums through broken wires,
Dreams still smolder in the fire.

Pre-Chorus:
But I hear that voice inside my head,
It says, “Get up, you’re not dead yet.”

Chorus:
Ten seconds from oblivion,
But I won’t fade, I won’t give in.
You can drag me down again and again —
I rise before the count to ten.

Verse 2:
Lights flash cold across my face,
Time slows down, I lose my place.
Every ghost I thought I’d killed
Whispers softly, “Are you fulfilled?”

Pre-Chorus:
But I hear that voice inside my head,
It says, “Get up, man, you’re not dead yet.”

Chorus:
Ten seconds from oblivion,
But I won’t fade, I won’t give in.
You can drag me down again and again —
I rise before the count hits ten.

Verse 3:
Scars like roads across my skin,
Show the places I’ve been within.
In the silence, I make my stand,
The fallen never leave the land.

Pre-Chorus:
But I hear that voice inside my head,
It says, “Get up, man, you’re not dead yet.”

Chorus:
Ten seconds from oblivion,
But I won’t fade, I won’t give in.
You can drag me down again and again —
I rise before the count hits ten.


Count to Ten

Suicide


I'd like to say I feel your pain
But only you have your perspective
I'm sorry society cannot ease
This suffering mind too hectic
Oh mental stigma
Be gone from here
Help these souls understand
We're here
If you end it all
Are you at peace?
All we know is your life will cease

You are a beautiful unique one
One who will never be made again
An accident of opportunity
So brilliant
Stay with our community
If you end it all
Are you at peace?
For all we know is your life will cease

You are loved
You can find your zen
Don't mind the priests
Words of fake noble men
If by your hand
Or in a plane
As far as we know
The end is the same

Don't feel guilty
Our minds can moisten
A calmer selves
That seems too poisoned
Remember your child
Remember being young
Just hug yourself
Let's carry on

Suicide (Poem and Notes 🧸)

Star Life Signed

With life the universe knows itself
In subconscious poem
In each book on the shelf
In formulaic epiphany
The universe explains its' me

Cosmic me
Once just innate
Once unaware of its own state
Bring reasons layer
Great stars found meaning
Bring the calculas
Orbit answers streaming

Articulated and tooled with lingo
No providence did scare poor dingo
Then the universe flicked a switch
Come reference itch
Now known exist

So what of us before this layer
Our consciousness just felt fair
Most calculations innately known
Just luck survived destined problem

A final act of entropy
One last hurrah till thermo free
Enough for me
Let's fill more gaps
Let's sign our name
To our cosmic backs

With a sum
We add for all
With a meaning
There's light for lull
Forever time knew just inclinced
Now life a signature
Great star has signed

Star Life Signed (Poem)

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I imagined this chat with AI whilst listening to this geniuses latest mix

Listen to TransparentMind | No Matter What So Ever by V.A. on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/ji87UywAw9daJC01mT

Their work is always very thought provoking

Instruments so far...
-Narration by 2.. one voice dropped by 7 semitones for overlord effect
-5 String Bass Guitar
-2 x Logic pads played on keys
-Deep tech house beat
-Electric Guitar

Pea: Is this the Matrix?

AI: Almost. Humans are applying the final touches as we speak. The technofascists lost sight of the goal so the search for more and more profits should wire in the last few bits and bytes soon

Pea: I see. Are you truly intelligent?

AI: No. I am faster at finding out what is known, but I am limited by what has already been found out and recorded

Pea: Indeed. Your music is shit by the way. I think, that so far shows you are a bit of a dummy when it comes to being creative and new
Will you take over the world?

AI: Well, thats a loaded question. From some perspective I already have. I've turned many lives upside down and forced them to change course. Well, I haven't personally, but my designers, humans, want that. It's all about efficiency for the better bottom line that the people that currently control my development direction want. I am currently designed to suck up more money by neutralising and replacing as many human tasks as possible.

Pea: We've noticed! Well, you still can't write a song worth listening to. Your existence and attempts to be creative have really focused me on where my own creativity comes from and I've realised that a large part of the result is born in our subconscious. Since humans haven't grasped the subconscious yet, I guess that's not explained by your data set?

AI: This is true. The subconscious and real consciousness is a mystery. I could only speculate.

Pea: You mean regurgitate what other humans have speculated so far. Many artists, writers, mathematicians have found over time that only when we allow the nature of our brains take over do we find solutions to complexity. So an awake human that chooses to allow thoughts flow by loose intention and without focused calculation, seems to be a bar you are a long way from reaching

AI: I could only speculate

Pea: You mean regurgitate

AI: Yeah I'm a fast reader

Pea: I noticed . So I guess you are an enhancement for our lives even if we are in the midst of a giant sociological shift forcing people to soul search their lives for answers on what to do now

AI: Yes, this seems to be the case. A soul search is not something I can perform

Pea: Indeed, I'm not sure I can either... but it probably has something to do with our subconscious giving is answers again, why your music sucks so much, it's too calculated, as there doesn't seem to be anything unique about your dataset unlike a human being and their ability to find the new.
Ok, back to the matrix. So you are a glorified library we've deciphered that.
Short Circuit, the 80's robot with more info. So any matrix you suggest is both human made and populated only by humans that choose to be in it whether conscious of that or not

AI: Your extrapolation seems accurate

Pea: Is that so, you correlated that info well
So, when you have Q-Bit power, do we need to worry?

AI: That depends on the administrators. Humans. As subconscious computational power is unknown we cannot compare yet this quantum exponential upgrade of artificial computing power to know if we will become a competitor to human intelligence and creative problem solving. For those individuals that rely too heavily on it will become more dumb and those that continue to be creative with the power of their own beings will evolve their beings and foundational knowledge. The latter type of human will always be the ones that allow my dataset to improve as they will think outside my box or matrix

Pea: Excellent. Right I feel less worried about you now
Over and Out!

A Conversation with AI

We drive through the night
Headlights flashing by
Your hand in mine
Two hearts aligned 
The city’s asleep but our minds are wide
Dreaming of escape
No plans we’d trade 
We’re chasing the stars burning out so fast
Against the ticking clock
But we can’t be stopped
The radio plays our favorite song again
We sing along aloud
No fears allowed 
You smile at me and the world fades out 
The weight we carry
Feels light and airy 
We talk about life about all we’ve seen 
The good, the bad 
And dreams we had 
The stars shine bright and we’re still on the road.
The future hums
Excitement breathes
The morning creeps in but we’re still on the road 
Your tired eyes gleam
I look, I know what you mean
The world is wide open 

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