dolcelambo

REPUBLICAN.2

republican .CLEAN ❤️

If there is a place called heaven, it would be here!

Southern Island

Southern Island (南の島)

Over Yonder

In a world where self-absorption reigns, our song delves into the depths of misanthropy. With haunting melodies and introspective lyrics, it confronts the darkness head-on. Join the introspection.

LE PET

BUSY

Humanity progressed with apparently small steps, and a lot of pitfalls. For better or worse. 
And the history of mankind shows with all desirable clarity, that our current situation as a so-called civilization is only a consequence of that we let again and again,  catastrophically failed leadership of humankind, that led us all the way, full circle, from the man in the stone cave to the man in the cardboard cave. 

So shame on us all, our so-called leaders, but perhaps mostly on ourselves for tolerating / electing / supporting them, over and over again throughout our history.... It is very tempting to burst out in one, over our world, for a long time, violently resounding primal scream. I'm Mad As Hell!!!!

Music & Narration; Our wonderful guitarist; David, https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203
Vocals; Soundcloud's most wonderful voice; Oddrun, https://soundcloud.com/oddrun-eikli
Lyrics; Our dear poet Peter, https://soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Compilation, Mix and Production; Seagull, https://soundcloud.com/farout-music-studio

A Shared Horizon

Oddrun;
Lead us on
To a golden dawn
A warming place
Of hope’s embrace

David;
And lo! Established as it was, the platform of our species from caved ashes so to rise
Though needs of leaders quite because of traits depraved that good Gods may despise
But why in aeons’ sequence led you must as always to the route of social harms?
We placed therein our sacred trust of democratic fruits within your grasping scaly palms.
Each brave insanity’s crooked generation of your leadership has truly failed
As the slave galley of humanity to the devil’s veneration unto hellish waters duly sailed.

Oddrun;
Save us now
Help us breathe somehow
You sate your greed
While our future bleeds

David;
On every front we count your preachers labouring ‘neath our own travails
Freedoms, equity, justice, truth, each our moral sense assails
Education, nurtured health and social care just as with security, were never profit counted there
All ghosted children’s wealth stolen with impunity whilst you, despotic, thrive on bountied fare.
No plans for the good, the safe and caring, where parental ties ever fearful, are left despairing
For every future you have raped, baring lies bequeathed upon the tearful bible of your swearing

Oddrun;
Buried alive
‘Neath your craven lies
Your cataract eyes
The blinding fog of our demise

David;
And now the circle is complete on its infinity of broken planal points
As to the murk we fall replete, a trinity of cloven hooves profanely to anoint
And yet, as poverty defines this shrine, wherein within, there’s naught that’s mine
Not even of old bone and stone, or painted ochre fine
But whilst my furry forebears appreciated well, all that on their back was theirs
I smell the consequence that all your works regressive lack, for we, the caveman’s heirs.

Developing Man - David, Oddrun, Peter & Seagull

'Windrush' An intended soundtrack for a yet to be made documentary on the Imigration, (which was often "forced" or "coerced") by the British govenment of the mainly Jamaican population over to England after the 2nd world war in 1948.
The HMT Empire Windrush was the ship used to carry these 1027 West Indians, who were later housed in often abominable conditions, including unused underground stations. They were sent out to service type jobs for a pittance in pay and more or less used as "slave" labour.
This is my tribute to these extremely proud people, many of whom I have met over the years, whilst living in London. All of them I remember with fondness.

A Cupboardful Of Hats

Windrush

Skirting

You Know It Is

i'm healing sløwly

Indian nights

Recliner Pilot, Agent Provocateur, Songweaver. Psychedelic Burt Bacharach Island style.

Skirting

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