Hands

'Flow'

Falsestart: rhythm & bass
Scotty: lead, lyrics, vocals

I'm somewhere stuck in the middle.
I can't decipher these riddles.
I know I must but can't seem to let it go.
The strength to see through these billows
brings restless nights to my pillows.
Spiraling, I can't seem to let it go.
I'm digging deep into will, though,
or it continues to kill, slow.
Spiraling, spiraling, spiraling, spiraling, spiraling.
I must find a 'good' way to overcome.
Spiraling, spiraling, spiraling, spiraling, spiraling. 
I must find a 'good' way to overcome
or I will succumb. 

Society, I'm finding,
is difficult surviving.
It's in my mind, I just gotta let it go.
Inside, I feel I'm dying.
Can't stop these tears from crying.
It's in my mind, I just gotta let it go.
Although you see me trying,
can't keep myself from flying.
It's in my mind, I just gotta let it go.
I can't do so when I am feeling low.
It's in my mind, I just gotta let it go.
I can't do so when I am feeling low.
So, I rise again. 

Your influence; uplifting. 
I feel my spirit shifting.
Negatives; I know I can let 'em go.
My brain's begun its sifting
to keep my mind from drifting.
Negatives; I know I can let 'em go.
This strength, it comes within me.
My destiny's within reach.
Negatives; I know I can let 'em go.
Go, go, go, go, go, go.... 

Here I am. 
My own man.
With no plans.
Flow.


flow (with Falsestart)

As each November approaches I try to make my own little Remembrance-time tribute.  Seems more relevant as each year passes...

Following the huffing and puffing empire lunacy in the summer of 1914, the next four years would see 40 million casualties, half of them deaths and of those, half were civilian.  

40 million.

40 million tales of poignancy, pain, grief and human tragedy, through times that can often seem littered with coincidence, symmetries …. bookends and mirrors.

In the Military Cemetery of St Symphorien near Mons rests John Parr.  At only five foot three inches and several years under age he (amazingly) managed to enlist in 1912 - hoping to see the world, and get the advertised “two square meals” a day.  He was the first British Army casualty, killed in the battle of Mons aged just 17, his body left behind, fate unknown until much later in the conflict;  the army unable to answer his mother’s letters of enquiry about her “silent” son.

By pure coincidence, John lies just a few yards from the last British soldier to die in the great war.  George Ellison served for four long years including at the same first battle of Mons as John, and most of the famously grinding, attritional infantry battles of the conflict.  His working life bookended by military service, George had first enlisted in 1902, leaving the army in 1912, just as John joined, he became a coal miner, re-enlisting at the outbreak of war to dig mud not coal and fight from trenches he helped excavate.  George was killed just 90 minutes before the armistice took effect at 11:00 on the 11th day of the 11th month.  The futility of the conflict was cruelly illustrated by the fact that George’s war had started and ended at exactly the same place, Mons in Belgium.  They had literally gone nowhere.

As a postscript to progress since "the war to end all wars" the human race is currently reckoned to be engaged in 7 major wars, 15 significant ongoing conflicts and 21 “minor” conflicts (the latter defined as up to "only” 1000 deaths per year).  By way of another macabre bookend, the longest of these has been going on, unbelievably, since the year .... 1918.

As always, this simple ballad is offered as a live one mic one take effort - please excuse the fluffs and gaffes.
_______________________

Bookends and Mirrors

Sun turned cold ‘cross every sky in the summer of ‘14
The Good Lord shook his head, and he placed it in his hands
Braided declarations flying, whose like was never seen
Lunatics in feathers stockpiled lead, bagged their sand.
Slapstick Mephistopheles, unleashing of his flame
Spiral minds lobotomised in the waltz of the insane
Simple lives unknowing of the mud that would become
A mirror in the resting place of two Holy Mother’s sons.

Signed the line, five years young, fingers crossed behind his back
Chance to see the world, grab a future, two square meals.
At 17, John’s angels sung, first to fall in dawn’s attack
Abandoned and forgotten, deaf to all his ma’s appeals.
Never knew the miner, his bookend pal to be
Fighting down the line, many battles that he’d see
Full four years in trenches, George’s hell lived through them all
Cruelty was smiling wide at England’s last to fall.

In service time they travelled nowhere, nothing to achieve
Embracing 40 million weeping mothers left to grieve
The crime of puffing chest bravado beggared to believe
Hall of mirrors seeping others’ blood of the innocent naive.

Now John and George lie facing each to seek their mirrored peace
Raise my eyes and brim a tear for the lessons never learned
Pray God, don’t ever let them know man’s insanity but increased
The war to end all wars a mere sequel oft’ returned 
By comedies of leathered fools stuck on infinite repeat
Bemedalled and bejewelled, they prosecute their moral defeat
But here, on sallow turf twixt heroes, broken mirror in my broken hand
Met by my own broken eyes, I still fail to understand.
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Photo by Michael Yuan on Unsplash

Bookends and Mirrors

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“Drifting” is our new single featuring UK-based singer-songwriter Rosie.

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Written by Magik Motley, Rick van Meijel and Satori Rewire.
Performed by Magik Motley, Rick van Meijel, Satori Rewire and Rosie.
Produced by Rick van Meijel.

Lyrics:
Weight of the world on my back but I keep on lifting
Sixth gear, now I'm shifting
Wide awake, but everybody's drifting
Drifting into a deep sleep
I put it all on the line, I've been risking my sanity
Wondering what's the point of existing
Still I keep persisting
Still I keep resisting
Storyline twisting
Now I see what's happening
Higher self tapping in
Spiritual war been battling
Spiritual war been fighting
Deep in the dark but I'm tryna bring light in
Deep in the depths I've been diving
I'm surviving
I can't stop til I'm thriving
I can't stop til I'm on top
And that's why I write rhymes non-stop

All this chaos and despair
The weight is too much to bear
It seems like no one even cares
So I’m drifting, I’m drifting
Let me stay unaware
Blur out the noise and the flares
I’m too numb to even care
I want to keep drifting, drifting away

I keep drifting away
For what seems like a million days
It used to be a dream, now I live it today
I don’t wanna be a cynic, I was living with hate
And I used to be digging my grave 
Now I’m digging in crates like J Dilla
And I’m tryna turn this to an 8 figure wage
Going round in circles like a figure of 8
And the potential’s infinity, I can’t let a bright spark fizzle away nag
Seeing colours like stained glass windows
Nowadays I’m living through the same dark limbo
So I’ve gotta spray bars, spit flows
Living off the radar been ghosting
I say rah, it’s dope
When I hear the beat and vocals
Can I find peace? I’m hopeful
Underneath the moonlight
And I can see that it’s so full

All this chaos and despair
The weight is too much to bear
It seems like no one even cares
So I’m drifting, I’m drifting
Let me stay unaware
Blur out the noise and the flares
I’m too numb to even care
I want to keep drifting, drifting
I want to keep drifting, drifting away

Wide awake, but everybody's drifting
Drifting into a deep sleep
(I want to keep drifting)
I keep drifting away
For what seems like a million days
(Away)

All this chaos and despair
The weight is too much to bear
It seems like no one even cares
So I’m drifting, I’m drifting
I want to keep drifting, drifting away

Drifting (feat. Rosie) - Single

Drifting (feat. Rosie)

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