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Composed, performed, programmed & produced by Wavesword "Marsy" Mars

Lyrics Reproduced by the Artist:

“How many times have you
Woken up upon a horse?” the beggar
Cried, his Force 1s lifting from the ground
In visionary delight, when I asked him
Where in this town, that is its own world, could I find
Those with the unswerving determination to serve,
And not submit to immoral wills or abusive regimes?
Who hurt and heal as the path of what’s right demands?
“Well, my Mickey Mouse de Sade,” said he,
“If you’re looking to catch a cache of those
Who might break your youthful hide in useful ways,
Down E1 moonlit lanes congregate those
From whom you might learn something:
These millennial-perspective-dyspeptic 
Analect expressing 
Crocodile-of-balkanised-opinion wr-wrestling kinds of girls n guys,
Looking to the future with history’s eyes of ripe-world brown”

This was no club for those enticed by
The sign on the door saying “Come for muffins,
Stay to become a god by participation” nor if in your estimation
This town waiting outside’s a harbour of honours.
Now, for role-call
If you would just
Maintain your silence
Til I read your name out
What are knights without horseplay?
And who are they if not those
Who give lost causes hope?
Pledging by this pledge universal:
“Whether we’re Inuit, Korean in scope or Ethiopian
Ivory, onyx or heliotropian
Manly, womanly, of neither, of both
We swear to chase the makings of a knight”

We swear to chase the makings of a knight
We swear to embrace what we don’t yet understand

We all know what brought us here: loneliness,
The crop this burgh’s second most fond of,
Or else the steed we ride through its fields
Full of the first

So what’s a knight? And then what makes one?
Is it all these vast conceptions that seethe in the mind?
Is it to clank at dance, crusade and piss ale?
Is it getting to the point like me in your life, where
You’ve survived four, five proverbial trials for
Forgoing what’s easy, what dulce et facilis est,
To do what’s right; to say “comfort be forgone;
Under my eye, all life will be dignified”?
If to risk ridicule’s to risk a bullet peace permits,
Then I’m doing as a revolutionary should,
Riding out for my beliefs, seeing how many times
I can get myself hit; I am my time against. (From my wounds, your blood)
To live in unreason, rent-of-responsibility free in a duplex of sentiment,
To live in the most fashionable modern ignorance
This ain’t enough, it ain’t enough, it ain’t enough for me,
There must be more to come than life of the mirror born.
A man that looks into that world, a Grammified mirror
For the mysterious self, and figures that the only
Way to see his reflection is to look away from it;
That’s the one and only making of a knight

We all know what brought us here: loneliness,
The crop this city second most fond of,
Or else the steed we ride through its fields
Full of the first – money;
I’d like to invite our esteemed listener 
Who is our honoured guest, now to open
The book of Londonium, peep the survey,
See precisely what philosophy the burgh lives by; 
In other words, play the Perseus within our Verseus.

Verseus

The Makings of a Knight

"Like a Dostoyevsky novel you can dance to..."

Baroque-hop, London blend

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