Whatever confusions life surrounds us with, we should still be able to confidently way "I am". At the same time we should still recognise our insignificance in the face of eternity.

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The balance of my mind is disturbed. There’s a feather on the scales of the one who sails me home. I can say nothing. Wending through the wonder of the one. Two can play that game, and some go deeper than the call that comes from nothing. I am nothing.

East of west I searched without within. The moment of my doubting took the sums I’d paid you out into nothing. For any shade of peace I’d paint this in. Out has subtle meaning hidden in the brazen sun shining at nothing. I am nothing.

Dim the darkness of the weary way. Lay me in the purest stuff. It all comes down to waiting for nothing. I am nothing.

Though they say that victory will come to those who hold their ground, I know that any ground I’ve held has been another’s. I’ve been port outward starboard home, but still the water flows to wider seas and drinks me empty.

Nothing

SideSister - Nothing

On the afternoon of Tuesday 23 April I set out to write my Fedivision entry, and the song took about half an hour to complete. Both the lyrics and the music took me by surprise, as in my head I was looking for a more introspective, guitar-based composition.

That afternoon I created a project in my DAW and put a demo down with electric guitar. When I wrote it, I knew the song would depend on the bass and vocals; apart from drums, the other instruments and voices are incidental. So the next day I removed the guitar and found the acoustic bass sound I was after, then I built the drum track and went from there. I've had other commitments, but I've worked on the song between times, and got it pretty much where I wanted it at about the point Fedivision 2024 submissions opened.

I was, of course, delighted to have been selected by The Cabaret Republic as their champion in this year's contest. Being sentenced to long nights in smoky cellars to achieve the requisite vocal tone is a small price to pay for the honour I have been accorded.

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LYRICS
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I don’t care if it’s the blues
Or the two step dancing on your doorstep
It could be the hep funk jazz on the street
Give it to me sister brother
Only make it tap my toes

I don’t care if it’s a slow dance
Or E D M made from MIDI stems
It’s the mayhem rhythm that I need
Beat me to a syncopated
Pulp while I tap my toes

Words may caress me
But rhythms obsess me
I have no resistance at all

I don’t care if you play bass
Or piano, baritone or alto
Rap or calypso, it’s all a joy to me
Swing it with that tempo so the
Vibrations tap my toes

[INSTR]

Choirs may be classy
Orchestras brassy
But rhythm is all that I need

I don’t care if it’s a short song
A long song, it can be a swan song
Any kind of song if it keeps me on my feet
Beat it square or make it groove
Just make it tap my toes

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