another june w/ Alex

feel my days cover

Te Rina

Alexander King parachuted into our town from New Orleans via Brisbane and set up a recording studio. We combined on this song 'Collect the Moment' which I'd just written on piano.
Alex: rhythm track, bass, some guitar, recording, production, mixing
Steve: Vocals, keyboards, guitar

Alexander King soundcloud site - https://on.soundcloud.com/PkSYD

Alexander Ross Music (ARK)- alexanderrossmusic.com 

Collect the Moment

You in sintered glass buildings - trapped in recycled air
And I the frequent advisor - holding a too long stare
Do hormones control decisions – I ruminate in silence
While you the puppet’s mistress - are still non-compliant
As a gaggle collects - a space encroachment    
And I brush your arm to collect the moment 
Is it just I who’s a physical poet?
Did you brush my arm to collect the moment?

Now here’s the start of something - a fomenting act two
A party has erupted and lava like here’s you
The music creates a wall – an easy place to hide
To move the chess pieces – silently they glide
Randomly dancing – it’s I the proponent
And I brush your arm to collect the moment
Is it just I who’s a physical poet?
Did you brush my arm to collect the moment?

What do they mean these tactile encounters
Just a small hill or a range of mountains

And naked by proximity – alone in a lift
This accident of timing – embarrassment or gift?
We blurt it out together – something about today
And then an awkward silence – my courage gone astray
But we’re squeezed together through the door’s opening
And I brush your arm to collect the moment
Is it just I who’s a physical poet?
Did you brush my arm to collect the moment?

COLLECT THE MOMENT (Feat. Alexander King)

Kind of musical irony in a way with a horror theme immersed in a jaunty beat: an unintentional result where so often a song writes itself and you decide not to change it.

Caught up in a War

Hear the words why me
See fiery horizons
Eating up ground are black caterpillars
We’re shrinking near the door
They hardly gave a reason
Sleeping is acid raw
Forever is the ceiling

Cause everything we made 
Will be shattered by the day of reckoning
All the icons of love 
Will be broken on the grass just weathering 
We’re caught up in a war

Thinkin’ bout religion
The randomness of Gods
What’s it about us that’s undeserving?
We’re watching on the news
The march of our dementors
We’re lying close and squeezing
Neath fragility of walls

And everything we made 
Will be shattered by the day of reckoning
All the icons of love 
Will be broken on the grass just weathering
We’re caught up in a war

If we could turn back time to days of peace and laughter

Te Rina

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