Lyrics by Dr Russ Harris
Music by Dr Carrot

In the prison of resentment
I knew all the inmates well
We had built the place together
We’d created our own hell
We roamed the well-worn corridors
Of ancient fear and pain
And shared our tales of hurt and loss
Relived it all again
We talked about the ones who left
The ones that turned away
The ones that never had the time
To love, or laugh, or play
The ones that couldn’t see us
And the ones that let us down
The ones that threw us in the sea
And left us there to drown
The ones that liked to cheat us
And the ones that loved to lie
And the ones that mocked and beat us
And the ones that made us cry
In that prison of resentment
There was not a single gate
No guards, no locks, no iron bars
What kept us there was hate
And fear, and hurt, and shame and guilt
Those feelings held us fast
They bound us up like poisoned cords
And chained us to the past
But then, one day, a visitor
Who didn’t give his name
Assembled us, and talked to us (he heard and saw inside of us)
Of anger, hurt and blame (our anger, hurt and blame)
He said, “You cut yourselves with knives (Oh,no! You cut…)
And hope that others bleed
You give away your precious lives
To grow this bitter seed
You’ve suffered, hurt and lost so much
Your wounds are clear to see
But counting all the blows you took
Will never set you free
Resentment is like armour
That readies you for war
But underneath the chest plate
There’s a wound that’s red and raw
And if you want to leave this hell
That wound will need to heal
If not you’ll stay here, in your cell
Entombed in rusting steel
So seek that place within you
Which no knife can ever reach
That source of deepest healing
Of which all the prophets teach
And find that well of kindness
(Which has been there all along)
And from it, gently bathe your wound
And heal; and then grow strong."
In the prison of resentment
I thought all my love had died
But I listened to that visitor
Sought out that place inside
And I found that well of kindness
And I put it to the test
And I bathed my wound, and healed it
And I laid the past to rest
So now, outside that prison
I am living, I am free
And I know that nameless visitor
Was really part of me
And all those other inmates
Who shared my time in hell
I know that every one of them
Was part of me as well
And in the prison of resentment
There’s still a cell that bears my name
And at times I get drawn back there
Pulled by anger, hurt and shame
But now I know the way to leave
That dark and brooding place
With kindness, tend the bleeding wound
And show
The world
Your face

WYL Power

The Prison of Resentment

You say you love me, but suitcases 
You keep – so tightly packed 
They trip and trap us, mainly the corners 
Blood ámulets from lessons past
		
CH: 
Unpack your baggage 
Drag bag and rag that make up you 
We’ll manage damage as we rummage 
We’ll flag and tag when sifting through 
You show me yours and I’ll show you mine 
Enough of darkness – let in Sunshine 

I know you think you Have things you cant undo 
The weight of silence barred the locks 
Let it surprise you when you see rise through 
Our shared baggage – our bedrock 	 
 
CH: 
Unpack your baggage 
Drag bag and rag that make up you 
We’ll manage damage as we rummage 
We’ll flag and tag when sifting through 
You show me yours and I’ll show you mine 
Enough of darkness – let in Sunshine 

BRIDGE: 
Just like a plant that’s grown caged up 
When we break through, we – stronger grow 
By using bars and chains to get ourselves propped up 
With our cages – way down below 

	BREAKDOWN CH.
Unpack your baggage 
Drag bag and rag that make up you 
We’ll manage damage as we rummage 
We’ll flag and tag when sifting through 
You show me yours and I’ll show you mine 
Each crack in darkness – lets in sunshine	 
		(Let in Sunshine x indefinitely) 
END “If you came to stay – unpack”

Came to stay - unpack

I laugh it off and turn away 
I mumble quietly under my breath 
I get so awkward when they ask 
I hold your hand and say I love you to death

To look at us, you’ll misinterpret  
You’ll see two people from the start 
But near or distant, there is always 
There’s rare rhythm to our heart 

I lose my self to you
Our bond has always been so true  
You trust me with your soul 
Let’s take us to the dreams and through (my Zhu) 

Sometimes you question and I question, 
We both take pains to guard our dear 
Small steps aside parry or curtsy 
To miss each other sparks the fear 

I swear to you, you swear to me, 
We dance the moves through blink of years. 
Persistent, lost, and loving we have always 
Found each others’ face through tears. 

I lose my self to you
Our bond has always been so true  
You trust me with your soul 
Let’s take us to the dreams and through (my Zhu) 

I found myself in you 
My guiding light. A journey that I never knew 
Our spirits centred here  
A world we built that’s warm and colourful

Dark Album

Blink of Years

Элегантный как рояль (Песня из пьесы) Геннадий Шпаликов cover by Dr Carrot 
По запросу, более постоянный вариант песни с Youtube: https://youtu.be/DRJv90RUqP0 
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Наслаждаитесь!

Элегантный как рояль (Песня из пьесы) Геннадий Шпаликов

Элегантный как рояль

Lyrics: 
One Millimetre 

Sometimes momma told me stories about woods, and bears, and porridge 
Said to surrender to your loved ones – real deal and takes courage 
When you say ‘sorry’, you choose people over always being right 
And that there ain’t no beast to slaughter, and there’re no winners in a fight 

“You! Coward! You Traitor!” You’ll hear them say 
When you muster up your courage 
Put the gun down… And try another way 
Put the gun down
Put the gun down

When my daddy told me stories, they did not always make sense 
He would tell me that attacking is the best form of defence 
Small syndrome puppy loud and yappy insecure scared and tense  
That compared to a large one, its offence is a pretence 

“You! Coward! You Traitor!” You’ll hear them say 
When you muster up your courage 
Put the gun down… And try another way 
Put the gun down
Put the gun down

My teacher told me stories about centuries of wars 
Bloodshed ending with agreements to unite across our shores 
That the 'us-and-them' division leads us back into bloodshed 
That when we 'fight for peace'... we… 
manufacture bigger wars instead… we…

Steal, rob, invade, and colonise. Set stage for tyranny, for torture, genocide
Leave generations hurt and traumatised. So that our markets grow, rule of the rich spreads worldwide
We reverently spin same wheels. Loyal fiends, blinded by our HD screens. Frozen-hypnotised by scary-pleasant lies 

My cousin told me of the toil, sacrifice bring up her son
Doctors, tutors, nights and football, and the fluid in his lungs 
He worked hard became a leader, learnt new ways, and took a stand 
To tear him down – a millimetre - pull of a trigger on a gun 
	One millimetre, he was gone 
Decades of nurturing. Holding-breath watching him. One millimetre – all undone 
First person shooter fears, drones in the stratosphere, one-millimetre age begun 
One moment u re having fun. Next u re on the run. Fire-forget, game over, BAM I won! 
One millimetre, only one 

“You! Coward! You Traitor!” You’ll hear them say 
When you muster up your courage 
Put the gun down… And try another way 
Put the gun down... Don’t destroy, stop spreading hate 
Put the gun down… And refuse and demonstrate 
Put the gun down… And urge to negotiate 
Put the gun down… And cry and show your pain 
Put the gun down… Learn of the strife and offer aid 
Put the gun down… And bring about more peaceful days 
Find strength to love and to create

One Millimetre

Love Generation - Bob Sinclar -feat- Gary Pine- Cover By Nik Kotlarov Aka Dr Carrot

I woke up and saw the rising sun 
I knew then straight away 
That it’s gonna blow me away 
It will be my brightest day 

Full of joy, I felt alive 
Flung the curtain, asked the sun inside 
A letter on my desk about my priors 
Creeping to my throat, I felt the fire 

I won’t let no darkness trouble me today 
No I won’t – I’m ok 
I don’t wanna know what you have to say 
This sweet music in my head continues to play 

On my list to do – there was the bank 
It still is my brightest day 
Here’s a gorgeous couple, here’s a monk 
Children’s eyes, grandma’s crochet 

I don’t mind if you don’t like my joy 
And I accepted that the banker is a liar 
But then I heard annoying little boy 
Creeping to my throat, I felt the fire 

I won’t let no darkness trouble me today 
No I won’t – I’m ok 
I don’t wanna know what you have to say 
This sweet music in my head continues to play 

As the safe clunks open, I agree
That this is my brightest day 
Standard sirens scream, tyres screech
I guess, I must be on my way 

I look around and see those children’s eyes 
I glance again at the monk and the gorgeous couple 
I fling the door, invite the sun inside 
Cock the gun and step in to the fire

Brightest Day

Hold my breath. Hold my breath 
I’m out of my depth
Keep my curtain closed 
Hold my breath. Hold my breath 
Be someone else 
Don’t let me be exposed 

Bubbly and fun 
Solemn and subdued
I know how you like me 
And that’s exactly what I’ll do

Hold my breath. Hold my breath 
I’m out of my depth
Keep my curtain closed 
Hold my breath. Hold my breath 
Be someone else 
Don’t let me be exposed 

So I’ve had a good run 
And I’m wearing perfect shoes (And I paid my dues) 
Then, why does it always feel 
Like I’m not good enough for you 

And sometimes as the day is done and gone 
I look around and feel – so alone 
When I care so much, I’m afraid to disappoint 
But hiding from you leaves me alone – what’s the point?
All this time, hiding from you
And never asked the question – what’s the worst you could do 

And if you aren’t the threat I fear, then who? 
And if I can be mean to me, then what is it I do? 

When I cringe and say 'so stupid', is that a bad thing to do? 
When I look and say ‘pathetic’, is that a bad thing too? 
What if I learnt it and it helped me, can I learn something new? 
And if I learn to be more kind, can I... to me too? 

Hold my breath. Hold my breath 
I’m out of my depth
Keep my curtain closed 
Hold my breath. Hold my breath 
Be someone else 
Don’t let me be exposed 
Let me be exposed 
Let me be exposed

Contextualiser

Hold My Breath

Thank you checking this out. I called this song “Sandpainting of My Life”. This song was inspired by the tremendous amount of work that goes into creating a Mandala, which is then scattered by the wind. For me, it resonated with the amount of work we do during our life, which… ends. And although, billions of lives end, those alive today are either pushed down or propped up by the people from their past.  

I guess, it’s an appreciation that I have no choice but to pass. The only choice left then: what do I leave behind?  I could leave hurt. Or I could leave love.  So, maybe, we can let go a bit more, and instead of worrying about rights/wrongs, re-focus on the joy that comes from working on a piece of art – your life. Just like the creators of Sandpaintings.  Your life is your Mandala! 

One for all – all for one. It’s still war – lost or won 
Show up, hang out, play, have fun 
Help grow love before you’re done and gone 

Sand painting of my life 
What will it matter the choice of colour 
Scattered around by the wind 
What’s left is love you gave another 

One for all – all for one. It’s still war – lost or won 
Show up, hang out, play, have fun 
Help grow love before you’re done and gone 

My moment flair for the Universe 
My happened life, like a Mandala 
To-do lists swell and quickly fade 
What’s left is love you gave another 

One for all – all for one. It’s still war – lost or won 
Show up, hang out, play, have fun 
Help grow love before you’re done and gone 

Sometimes I get caught up in the work 
Mainly at stronger gusts of wind 
Harder to see my love through the murk 
Push all aside, straining to win 
Then, gently notice with a grin and do a 180 spin 

One for all – all for one. It’s still war – lost or won 
Show up, hang out, play, have fun 
Help grow love before you’re done and gone 

And then Georgie would make the fire light 
As it was, love would burn in through the night
My fear is my only courage
So I’ve got to push on through, and what I’m gonna need…

(Imagine all the people, living their lives in peace 
You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one 
I hope one day you will join us and the world will be as one) 

One for all – all for one. It’s still war – lost or won 
Show up, hang out, play, have fun 
Help grow love before you’re done and gone 

Sandpainting of my life

Sandpainting of My Life

Lyrics: 

Question:
“How should we treat others? 
And I wonder if you’ll remember this answer. 
It is always the same:
“There are no others” 

So unique like a snowflake 
A droplet shaped by the journey 
So very same like a snowflake 
Shaped love and fear and yearning 

Just right here where you stand 
Find a face of another (go on, look around)
You see a neighbour, a friend 
A baby came from a mother 

You’ll see their life wasn’t planned 
AdUlt that child discovered 
Like you, there’s love and there’s pain 
So let them in past your cover… and say…  

So unique like a snowflake 
A droplet shaped by the journey 
A droplet shaped by the journey 
A droplet shaped by the journey 
So very same like a snowflake 
Shaped love and fear and yearning 
Shaped love and fear and yearning 
Shaped love and fear and yearning 

If ways of birth and ways of death 
And ways of all things in between 
Depend on joining with eachother 

If love alone is what makes sense, then
“How should we treat others?”

And I wonder if you’ll remember this answer. 
“There are no others” 
Only all-of-us

Snowflake

Cheerleaders! Cheerleaders!

I don’t hold back, I give it all
For stars, the game will take its toll
I live the match, do as I’m told
I bring the win, all others fall

All my love – to the spectator
You drink and eat, and boo and cheer
You breathe in chorus with the others
Plastered grin from ear to ear

Cheerleaders! Cheerleaders!

Stumble in vain around the ball
But dare to get it through the goal
I live to block – to stop and stall
Greats only score, unworthy fall

All my love – to the spectator
You drink and eat, and boo and cheer
You breathe in chorus with the others
Plastered grin from ear to ear

Cheerleaders! Cheerleaders!

All of you busy, inside your role
I live above, teach, judge, control
Applaud convention, point out the fault
Shadow of days, before my fall

All my love – to the spectator
You drink and eat, and boo and cheer
You breathe in chorus with the others
Plastered grin from ear to ear

Cheerleaders! Cheerleaders!

Spectator

"If you want to change the world, start singing when you're up to your neck in the mud" Naval Admiral William H. McRaven 
I cannot take credit for the name, Dr Carrot. I've had this bestowed on me, and I couldn't be more grateful. Yes, I'm a redhead (once a redhead, always a redhead) - hence, Dr Carrot. I'm a clinician in the health industry, hence, Dr Carrot. But mainly, I believe rewards (carrots) work better than punishments (sticks). Primarily, when applied to people motivating themselves. Hence, Dr Carrot. I want to see a world that is driven by people's hopes for their lives, not their fears.

Dr Carrot

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