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First song I worked with Henry on in 2016. Many more songs were made after that but this is a cover and a tribute to David Bowie. We thank you for listening!

Henry Robeen: Vocals, Bass, Synth
Me: Guitars
Jonathan Bell: Drum set

This song is the property of the David Bowie Estate

The Man Who Sold The World (with Henry Robeen)

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

“Coffee and Weed” is the new single from Dynamo-P and beat maker Jay Fehrman. From the upcoming album “Anxiously Calm” that’s slated for a late March release!

Mixed and mastered by Micodin

Coffee and Weed (beat by Jay Fehrman)

From the legendary 
Glastonbury 
Imaginary 
Master the Berry hunt
Search for plenty
Rummaging in the foliage
Green from sun energy
Having a forage 
Enter the forrest
Trees point to cosmic rays
Setting starlight ablaze 
Trapping the memory of our ways
Enter gates naturally formed
By bushes with thorns
Pushes you on
The light the otherside calling you on like when you was born
Now all at once
Breathe a new breath
A nuance first baby steps
Correct your footing 
Accordingly adjusting 
Bring about a new way
System interruption 
Feet walk Earth touching 
Fingers caress the leafs 
A stress release 
A fresh belief 
Pressed to seek 
Speak and see 
so that we 
can manifest more easily 
Be at one with the science imagery 
You couldn't bite my lines 
Prickly spines make the process tricky
You couldn't spell illusion for the confusion and trickery 
Slippery slope, you're on I hope
You cope, Misty Avalon 
Full scope gritty war smoke 
Murder she wrote
The broke stumbling bag of nerves 
Shaking shadow
Braking arrow broken 
Nuclear device slam down like a judges' gabbil 
The Scribes the rabble at your door
With pitchforks strip horse of saddle
If this the final battle then light a candle 
Got you cornered like a right angle
I ain't concerned I'm quite thankful 
Why, thank you
Dismantle the chain and ball from your 
Tired ankle
For life as only gave you a dire sample 
There is hampul enough just a handful 
Ia all that's needed
The tranquil preceed it
That's how Eden was seeded only water  to feed it the process repeated,
greeted by the Sun's rising pattern 
Thrive the atoms rise the son's of Adam 
Bloodlines of Seth facing dragons 
Cities of Cain laid to ashes
In the higher classes, there's clashes
Over food rashions, then the crude happens ruthless actions
The truth crashes down
And in the heavy flood waves we Drowned 

Scribes making waves for that UK scene
Try and set the stage for our family overseas 
Avalon origination grow like trees
A new leaf we branching out spread the knowledge seeds

In the conquests someone had told Rome 
The British Isles was paved with gold 
And over our lands dragons roamed
Horse and cart Fryer Tuck with wine flagon to load
Perilous ride on this road with bandits to go
But our banner says 
We live by King Arthur's code
Travel into the fold, the cold dead of night
Wipe my runny nose
We have valour and character 
You amateurs simply strike a pose
Treading on toes but we twist our foes like a kaleidoscope 
It would be wise to know
Try this flow and it is likely though
That you will need patching up like a bikers coat
We strike, when needed most unseen as the ghost that resides at my side 
Abide or flee to the coast
Freedom is chose but the demons are close 
They interfering with my dreaming as soon as my eyes are closed
Until the minute I've awoke
In the battle smoke I choke with dry blood in my nostrils 
A battle cry no fallen Scribe apostles
Entered in the chronicles achieving the impossible 
So you better dig deep, bring your best shovel for obstacles 
Cos it's probable your inoperable 
Remain froze in the cold like a popsicle 
My pen game heat, its climate tropical 
With its own forna and flora 
Natural Rhyming formula 
a force of water that's unstoppable 
Crash to shore in waves 
Horus and Isis transform of a crisis Logical 
Into the horns of the lifeless adorned as the mightiest born of a Pisces
Prodigal student
Philosophical movement 
What are your optical in tune with 
It is not human it is obvious it as got confusing
A Subliminal war on self 
hard knocks we choosing 
With an inevitable conclusion that is not solution
But instead.....no fete but what we make
We just lay on a bed of ruin
In the dead of the gloom of night
Beneath a silver moon 

lyrics and beat written performed and produced by Codex Scrolls 
Scribes of Avalon 2024

Scribe apostles

Navigate the nexus of mind and time collective
You shall find that when we combined a brand new directive 
Navigate the nexus inner most objective
The freedom that directs us
The reason that Eden reject us

Let the negativity slide over like sea tides onto rock
Collectively it gathers batters bodies into shock
Respectively most people have had quite a lot
But can't correctly adjust just too hard to shake it off
You couldn't make it up
They took all you hold dear and started making off
Break me off a piece of the feast
What's the baking cost?
Did you not make enough?
Take it up another notch
My Rhymes leave you whipped like butterscotch 
Fry that microchip when You just a bot 
Kush in tbe pot rolling Zoot smoke the fucking lot
Good will hunting confronting 
The problem..
Where you cunts been
Call your husband 
Bludgeoned by the so called masculine toxicity 
Scribes in your proximity 
Airdrops into the lost city
Of Shang Ri La
Mind projection cross dimensions 
My rhyme intentions are 
The right perception takes you far
Flight direction or fight inspection expecting a rising of the bar
Yall stay limbo 
Ducking way bellow Elbows drag the floor
We stretch from atmosphere to seabed floor 
The scope is so, 
vast in form, mask the fall or grab the bull by the horns 
A metaphor 
A metric score on repeat have we met before?
Settling storm, prayers of warmth said at dawn
Travels on breezes meet trees in Ecuador 
Ever soar higher/
No elevator door
Go back before Younger-Dryas 
My tongue is tireless 
My thoughts reach yours 
We was already wireless 
He who endures more
Doesn't seek its prizes
Or hide from wiseness 
Retired like Concord 
Snake eyes on fixed dice
Treading that thin ice
Like twice before
Walking the breadline with a deadline on this life keep score
Get mine and get yours
Bed time and next dawn
To the next war
Navigate the nexus raw

Navigate the nexus of mind and time collective
You shall find that when we combined a brand new directive 
Navigate the nexus inner most objective
The freedom that directs us
The reason that Eden reject us

In the contour of mind and mental
A detour from pure essential 
E.T.A on your potential 
Way too late may the Lord be gentle
Cos in the great debate hate intentional 
On a spate where the weight is stencilled 
Cos you couldn't take this underhand with eight of your tentacles 
If you a warcraft octopus 
Got a omnibus that isn't obvious 
But you will find your body needs it like phosphorus 
I'm spinning blades like the rotary dial on helicopters
Fell to doctors when they all played Harold Shipman 
With your children Vaccinations given
If you didn't listen then what's up?
Wash up them hands pharma got big plans 
Dwindled have the farmers lands
And Tesco is where is harvest lands
An army advance unseen 
Cloak and dagger grey this matter as been 
read between the lines and fine print
Say goodbye to steak and enjoy your fried mince
The vile Prince as got his defiled mitts
Fingerprints in your diets list
Requirements 
Dire is the quietness 
On who owns all for he his acquiring it
The benefactor and his entitlement 
Better I search for enlightenment 
Taking my own advice again 
If its a war of mice and men
nitrogen and hydrogen 
Breath me in oxygen 
Leave me in.......  free to spin
The fortune wheel the fortunate feel
The fortune teller read my prints
Further to fathom into the phantom mist

Beat and lyrics, produced written and performed by Codex Scrolls 
Scribes of Avalon 2024

Navigate the nexus by Codex Scrolls

Disco Electro

Snake-like Moves

'Xotic Impulse

Time And Space

PHONEHEADZ is a dark, emotional dive into late-night thoughts, broken phones, and the versions of ourselves we only face when the world is quiet. This album blends hip-hop, alternative rock energy, and melodic emo influences. Each track is built around heavy feelings, glitchy moments, and raw storytelling — the sound of trying to keep it together when everything feels like it’s falling apart.
Written and performed by DROOL VS, PHONEHEADZ reflects grief, insomnia, heartbreak, healing, and the pressure to grow up faster than you wanted to. Guitars, synths, and atmospheric trap drums create the world of the album: lonely, cinematic, and honest.
Released independently through Broken Records.

Sorceress

Glass (Cfwm)

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Navigate the nexus by Codex Scrolls

Codex Scrolls. (Scribes of Avalon)