wicked track mate not been here in ages- really digging this 👍

Vocal Copyright Nat Daniels 2022
Lyrics and Melodic Composition Copyright Andy Hall & Gary Brown
Produced by Andy Hall

I was thrilled when Andy and Gaz invited me along on this collaboration.  The Lyrics are beautifully written and sung by Gaz and lends itself to great story telling. It was lovely to join him and to bring my creative spirit in harmonisation to the table.  Andy wrote the beautiful melody and created the gorgeous Instrumental track (which has a hauntingly beautiful Guitar solo) and then brought it All to life with his incredible Production / Mixing skills, breathing life into the song,  and giving it a depth of sound to make it "sparkle". 

I urge you to check out these talented folks' individual page links below..
Ladies and Gents.. I give you the Conscience of Kings.   

Noobly :  https://soundcloud.com/noobly-1?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing
Gaz Brownie :  https://soundcloud.com/user-755327533?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Lyrics:
Our Devine intervention - Gary Brown and Andy Hall.

Standing on the bridge
Staring into the water
(I’ve kept you waiting
An hour and a quarter )
My Head tells me to leave
My hearts a little more naive
(We’ve had 27 days apart
To rekindle this flagging heart )

Chorus
Our Devine intervention
When we had each other’s attention
To were I love being yours
And you love being mine
Our Devine intervention
Needs to work for us this time

V2
Finally you arrive in your own chaotic style
(So my car went and broke down
And i walk the last 3 miles)
I get the big puppy eyes
And a cute little sorry sigh
(What lies beneath in this rivers deep
Are the same things in the
secrets we keep)

Chorus
Our Devine intervention
When we had each other’s attention
To were I love being yours
And you love being mine
Our Devine intervention
Needs to work for us this time

V3
(Let’s stand back to back
Walk in a different direction)
If we just keep right on walking
Then we have lost all affection
(If we both look back and then we stop
We won’t lose what we’ve got)
Well I stopped and looked back
(I kept walking down the path)

Chorus
Our Devine intervention
When we had each other’s attention
To we’re I loved being yours
And you loved being mine
Our Devine intervention
At least we know now this time

Divine Intervention - Nat Daniels & The Conscience of Kings

Influenced by the brilliant work (Dark Sitar) of The Pharmaceutical Phaggot, some Sitar in this track. Main stringed is mandolin. TPP refused to transact a ludicrous deal I proposed some weeks ago, by which I offered TPP,  in part exchange for his Sitar, a banjo playing rodent (so far as he knew). Following the collapse of what would have been a transaction to remember, I therefore had to make my own Sitar.... from commonly available household items (mostly stuff found in a drawer marked 'pieces of string too small for use'). The link to TPP's brilliancy is here: https://soundcloud.com/pharmaceutical_phaggot/dark-sitar

First Rock On The Dune

A Kinsâme touch
https://soundcloud.com/kiyotoyoshihara

All lost memories
Into the empty hands
Of some sun sobs

All lonely dragons
Into the smoke of duty
Forging tomorrow embers

All this always clouds
Creating new skies
In the name of blues
 
All strange peoples
Revealing the mass flow
In order to agree on a truth

Ruddy Remembrance - Kinsâme

self examination

I am ME, and I am You-min. Anything else within these two lines is simply... All Good. 

Making up boxes, no matter how one frames it, is just prop-a-gating the same ole' divisive cracks under a fresh coat of bad faith-paint. So stop marking up tribal bounds, and instead, let's all BOND within the only Spectrum that should really matter: this gorgeous You-n-I-verse that we all share.

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LYRICS

How do you grope about
with eyes popped wide when there's no view 
of what stretches behind the salt suss-pression of 
your sticky-sweater skin?

Do fingers ball up, full exploratory-like
Flail away in fistfuls
Fuzzy flurry of Punch & Ply
Do digits dance delicate 'twixt the dunes
to dowse what fiery diary swells within?

***

Why do we trope around
Big Lies plopped down wide open, peer-review
a spectrum skew molded by-the-bi trap within?

Genitalia vibrant stroke impressions
Hexadex or Binary, veiled hue expression
'Box be box' in spite of facets or dimension --
it still walls us in...

***

What makes a fellah-fellah
...stakes a sistah-sistah
...slakes a mallow-yellow
...wakes a mistah
Whoda howda whyda focus on special 
kindsa tribal lines and gloves?

What fakes a feelah-feelah
...cakes a mistah-sistah
...shakes a twistah-listah
...breaks a blistah
why wouldn't ya want an all-encompassing 
kinda it's-all-good full life to love?

***

Why do the hokey-pocus
...lose the larger focus
...choose the lie that chokes us
...rue the roost with spose-dahs?

You R you N you Are you-min
time to toss the tribes
and share one

LOVE

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Gro(w)ping Thru The F(l)og

ᚎ Shadow snakes in the jade of the foliage kissed by the lunar light and dances the pixie poured by your creative breath, vital vice, violent virtue, like these fangs in your sudden smile ᚎ

Komorebi No Tsuki

Dear Winter

Leave Something Behind

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The poet Paul Valery said in a poem, The deepest thing in man is the skin. The skin is the surface that others see or touch; it is a presentation of the self to others. And that is where we believe, feel and suffer everything that happens to him. As if this were the great organ of sensibility.

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