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Music By:
Mike Willey (Bass Guitar)
Cameron McGowan (vocals)
Paul DeSousa (Drums & Percussion)
Scott Burton (Guitar)

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*** RISE ***

Can you see the dawn arising
Can you see the light inside your mind
Can you feel it ?
Love will never die !

Be majestic like a phoenix 
You can be as golden as the sun
You can reach it
Nothing ever really dies !

RISE 
Shine like the sun
Make real your dreams
Realize it's all just make-believe 
Take time and take space
Shape with your hands
Your life's your own
Your master plan...

The universe it has no corners
There's no boundary 
You are not alone 
Are there edges to the oceans' waves ?

So the grass it may be greener
And the rivers may run clearer
So - How'd you know -
If you can't look to the other side ?

RISE
Shine like the sun
Wishes and dreams
And watching them all come true 
You'll see
That finding your way
Is all that it takes 
If you can wait for them to be...

RISE MAJESTIC 
RISE PHOENIX
YOU CAN BELIEVE IT !

RISE 
Shine like the sun
Make real your dreams
Realize it's all just make-believe 
Take time and take space
Shape with your hands
Your life's your own
Your master plan...

Rise

THE ROOF

A quirky little number!  This is the first initial trial instrumental mix for our new song Mirrors.  There's a way to go yet but we're working on it... :)

Mirrors

So on this one we have Jim Sanders on the drums, Dave Toolan and Charlie Villiers on guitar, and myself on the bass and singing (it’s Dave you can hear adding some lovely high harmonies here and there as well). I wrote the music and words. As usual it was recorded just with the ipad on a shelf in the corner, hopefully you get the jist.

~Lyrics~
I’ve been running around all day
From London Bridge to Grand Parade
And the one thing that spurs me on
A promised land where I belong

A band of legends in my mind
The most esteemed and much maligned
And I thought I was alone
To think I nearly stayed at home

You were the one with the rueful smile
I was the one who could run a mile
It’s all coming back to me now
Your joie de vie is infectious
So carefree that it’s reckless
Ha, it’s all coming back to me now

Music and dancing, and the joy of laughing
And crashing through the decades as we fell
We took a moment right there on the floor
To marvel at the evening’s carousel

And I know I might only say it when I’m drunk
but it’s true never the less
I love you with all my heart and soul
And there’s only one thing that really breaks my heart
…my biggest regret…
I just wish we saw each other more.

All Coming Back To Me Now

Memory

I’ve been stirring the waters into wine
Send your leather-bound scriptures for me to sign 
Close your eyes and your ears and march into line

I’ll do what I want to do
I’ll say what I'm going to say
It doesn’t matter to me
As long as I have my way
I always need to have my way

Bend the knee and glorify my name
Take the leap. I’ll give you power and fame
Follow me and I’ll leave you all of the blame

I’ll do what I want to do
I’ll say what I'm going to say
It doesn’t matter to me
As long as I have my way
I always need to have my way

Kiss the ring in obeisance
While I stoke anger and fear
All the truth has been forsaken
The skies bleed with the angels’ tears

The False Prophet

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Cage City

An Islander's Progress; being a song concerned with empire and imperialism, and their consequences, and reincarnation.

". . . false accounts of the role Britain played regarding colonisation not only misleads students but supplies them with a false sense of pride. This filter on reality may then be applied to view topics concerning race, discrimination and equality in their adulthood . . . (as a result) . . . racism is embedded in Britain’s history and society."
― Martin Greenwood: The Impact of the Past: How British Colonialism Affects the Modern World: May 4, 2021

Lyrics:
Over the seas and far away (and far away)
When I was young, I joined the ships leaving from the harbour
“Fair winds and following seas” went cries to each and every boat
We hastened down to Africa, then caught the Trade Winds west
With foul holds full of sad lost souls to toil in lands remote
But I drowned off the Florida coast in a raging hurricane
My body lost forever, but my soul it did remain

Proud Islander I was my friend, one of our doughty sailors
Whose cargo to America brought us wealth and God’s good favors
Proud Islander I was my friend
Though hard these days to comprehend
Proud Islander was I . . . Proud Islander was I

Over the seas and far away (and far away)
When I grew up, I yearned to be a brave strong soldier lad
So, I upped and joined the army, and sailed east to India
When the sepoys rose against us, we strapped them to our cannons
And blew them all to Hell and back in the name of Queen Victoria
But cholera came to claim me in a ravaging blue death
My body gone forever, but my soul it would not rest

Proud Islander I was my friend, proud of our mighty regiments
That did our people all inspire by seizing lands and continents
Proud Islander I was my friend
Though hard these days to comprehend
Proud Islander was I . . . Proud Islander was I

Over the seas and far away (and far away)
When good Queen Liz attained the throne, I joined the colony police
And fought the Mau-Mau brutally, with torture and fell murder
Yet in truth I’ll willingly admit to a conscience slightly stricken
When I forced a poor young Kenyan girl to couple with her father
Years later they avenged her fate, strung me up by a noose
My body left for animals, but my soul it still was loose

Proud Islander I was my friend, proud of our glorious history
That encompassed many centuries, albeit often bloodily
Proud Islander I was my friend
You may find it hard to comprehend,
Proud Islander was I … Proud Islander was I

My friend I’ve lived for centuries, seen the rise and fall of nations
I’ve seen bright mornings shining while a dark night duly lengthens
For all my sins it is my fate to be reborn again
I’ve not atoned! Proud Islander, I still am my friend!

Proud Islander I am my friend
Though I find it hard to comprehend,
I’m never going to die . . . I’m never going to die
I’m never going to die

Vocabulary:
Sepoys: The term sepoy referred to all native soldiers in the service of the British East India Company's army. For a number of reasons, many sepoys were involved in the Indian Rebellion of 1857 against British rule. It's fair to say both sides committed atrocities during the Rebellion. It was repressed by the British and quite a few sepoys were executed as described in the song.

Mau-Mau: militant African nationalist movement that originated in the 1950s among the Kikuyu people of Kenya. The Mau Mau advocated violent resistance to British domination in Kenya. The British suppressed their rebellion by means of war with the Mau-Mau fighters and the use of detention camps for large swathes of the population.

Music: Michael Sellers; Sergio Aguilar
Lyrics: Michael Sellers; Gerry Verdier
Vocals: Michael Sellers
Guitars & bass, keyboards, & musical arrangement: Sergio Aguilar
Drums: Sergio Aguilar
Sound engineering & production: Sergio Aguilar
Album Cover photo: Image originally from cottonbro studio on Pexels
Cover design: Michael Sellers; Loretta Sellers Fortuny

One Singer Left to Mourn

An Islander's Progress

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Set amongst the surfers on the north Cornish coast, two contrasting approaches to loss collide dramatically; leading to a preposterous plea.

Fistral Beach

Blinding bright crest – briny mist stings – emblazoned in the sun
The peeling shouts, a crashing blaze – stifled by the din 
Vain furiously crawl to intercept the rolling peak
Picked-up by Neptune’s spear and carried fleetingly

Cannot shake hands, familiar friends, somehow they meet again
The vibrant pulse conversation waves the hours away
As they round the wriggling coastal path, they walk in step (but)
A distant observer sees just one young man walk alone

As the evening light begins to fade
His spirit friend declines the ask to stay
And ghosts into the rising headland spray

A double take, a mock jaw drop, the spirit’s fiancé 
What chance encounter, delicate perfuming embrace
Once they stood together under purple shroud of grief
Her corporeal manifest of his perfect life so brief

Her restless team, her life rebuilt with stunning granite towers
They are not armour to the past but glow with zest for life
Join us in the bay they say with radiating faces
And glances from the Captain show that he is her new beau

Gripped with fear he stumbles. What to say?
He knows his spirit friend must stay away 
Or drown within the truth of what became

Don’t go down to Fistral Beach.  The endless sand is just too golden
Don’t go down to Fistral Beach.  The beach bar beer is much too cold – and
Its rosemary skies are still too blue.  Fistral Beach is not for you, my friend

Fistral Beach

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