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Sometimes, Somethings, Somehow - Harmful if Followed with Carkiss and Dorian Elsewhere

Space-time bending plasma powered alien UFO-orb saucer technology.
Credits to UFO-artist Olof Röckner for the cover art:
https://www.instagram.com/olof_rockner/

Featured in Cecilia Songmaker Mixcloud mix entitled "Music Trip into the Wild & the Cosmic"
https://www.mixcloud.com/cecilia-songmaker/music-trip-into-the-wild-the-cosmic/

Flying Saucers on Spotify ---> https://open.spotify.com/track/24oSwm5RlJ5AzPPHDlOurM?si=e5f10a5843d84d5b

👽Flying Saucers👽 (free download)

SITTING TOGETHER

We can sit together, watch the sun shine through the window,
or stay in bed with the curtains closed.
Read to each other from a book of poetry,
anything you want to do is good with me.

I’m happy to give you all my time,
sent on the wings of a dove.
As long as I’m with you, you know I’m fine.
Sitting together in love.

We can get up, cook us something good to eat,
or wander to the cafe at the end of the street.
Drink a margarita or a cup of tea,
anything you want to do is good with me.

I’m happy to give you all my time,
sent on the wings of a dove.
As long as I’m with you, you know I’m fine.
Sitting together in love.

I’ve been without you once or twice,
never did like it from the start.
In the dark I had to turn on the light
without you I just fall apart.

I’m happy to give you all my time,
sent on the wings of a dove.
As long as I’m with you, you know I’m fine.
Sitting together in love.

We can go walking in all kinds of weather,
or stay home and watch a silent film together.
Laughing and dancing as our ideas unfurl,
planning how we are gonna take over the world.

I’m happy to give you all my time,
sent on the wings of a dove.
As long as I’m with you, you know I’m fine.
Sitting together in love.

Sitting together in love,
Sitting together in love,
Sitting together in love.

Sitting Together (acoustic version)

As each November approaches I try to make my own little Remembrance-time tribute.  Seems more relevant as each year passes...

Following the huffing and puffing empire lunacy in the summer of 1914, the next four years would see 40 million casualties, half of them deaths and of those, half were civilian.  

40 million.

40 million tales of poignancy, pain, grief and human tragedy, through times that can often seem littered with coincidence, symmetries …. bookends and mirrors.

In the Military Cemetery of St Symphorien near Mons rests John Parr.  At only five foot three inches and several years under age he (amazingly) managed to enlist in 1912 - hoping to see the world, and get the advertised “two square meals” a day.  He was the first British Army casualty, killed in the battle of Mons aged just 17, his body left behind, fate unknown until much later in the conflict;  the army unable to answer his mother’s letters of enquiry about her “silent” son.

By pure coincidence, John lies just a few yards from the last British soldier to die in the great war.  George Ellison served for four long years including at the same first battle of Mons as John, and most of the famously grinding, attritional infantry battles of the conflict.  His working life bookended by military service, George had first enlisted in 1902, leaving the army in 1912, just as John joined, he became a coal miner, re-enlisting at the outbreak of war to dig mud not coal and fight from trenches he helped excavate.  George was killed just 90 minutes before the armistice took effect at 11:00 on the 11th day of the 11th month.  The futility of the conflict was cruelly illustrated by the fact that George’s war had started and ended at exactly the same place, Mons in Belgium.  They had literally gone nowhere.

As a postscript to progress since "the war to end all wars" the human race is currently reckoned to be engaged in 7 major wars, 15 significant ongoing conflicts and 21 “minor” conflicts (the latter defined as up to "only” 1000 deaths per year).  By way of another macabre bookend, the longest of these has been going on, unbelievably, since the year .... 1918.

As always, this simple ballad is offered as a live one mic one take effort - please excuse the fluffs and gaffes.
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Bookends and Mirrors

Sun turned cold ‘cross every sky in the summer of ‘14
The Good Lord shook his head, and he placed it in his hands
Braided declarations flying, whose like was never seen
Lunatics in feathers stockpiled lead, bagged their sand.
Slapstick Mephistopheles, unleashing of his flame
Spiral minds lobotomised in the waltz of the insane
Simple lives unknowing of the mud that would become
A mirror in the resting place of two Holy Mother’s sons.

Signed the line, five years young, fingers crossed behind his back
Chance to see the world, grab a future, two square meals.
At 17, John’s angels sung, first to fall in dawn’s attack
Abandoned and forgotten, deaf to all his ma’s appeals.
Never knew the miner, his bookend pal to be
Fighting down the line, many battles that he’d see
Full four years in trenches, George’s hell lived through them all
Cruelty was smiling wide at England’s last to fall.

In service time they travelled nowhere, nothing to achieve
Embracing 40 million weeping mothers left to grieve
The crime of puffing chest bravado beggared to believe
Hall of mirrors seeping others’ blood of the innocent naive.

Now John and George lie facing each to seek their mirrored peace
Raise my eyes and brim a tear for the lessons never learned
Pray God, don’t ever let them know man’s insanity but increased
The war to end all wars a mere sequel oft’ returned 
By comedies of leathered fools stuck on infinite repeat
Bemedalled and bejewelled, they prosecute their moral defeat
But here, on sallow turf twixt heroes, broken mirror in my broken hand
Met by my own broken eyes, I still fail to understand.
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Photo by Michael Yuan on Unsplash

Bookends and Mirrors

There's a fantastic 70s leaning pop-rock album  Ticket to Shangri-La  released in 2023 (Young Gun Silver Fox) with a song called Starting Wars. I miss heard and mis-read the title as Starling Wars which seemed a great metaphor for something. It could have applied to a relationship - but the 2 wars going on became the theme

Starling Wars

You fly in to foul my nest 
Seeing red I puff out my chest
Aiming at your catacombs
Dropping all my guano bombs
Flit across and I peck at you
Cause my beliefs are the only truth
Starling wars it’s about pecking order 
Starling wars gonna bomb your son and daughter

I ruffle your feathers
You think that you’re better
Ethnically superior
The plumage of an emperor
Gonna peck my eye’s right out
Squawk about it loud and proud
Starling wars it’s about pecking order 
Starling wars gonna bomb your son and daughter

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Underneath there’s the dove of peace
Peeking out at the busy streets
I Wrap your eggs neath protective wings
Drop a flower confess my sins
Fleeting thought it just flies away
Revenge is sweet gonna make you pay
Starling wars it’s about pecking order 
Starling wars gonna bomb your son and daughter

STARLING WARS

You underestimate the scars you left
Left to rest within a sense of breath
I’m breathing yeah I’m breathing
More to adore you
And I’m breathing yeah I’m breathing
More to simply adore you
Save me from you
Save me from you
Put to rest any shame you claim
Shed the blame go on leave that pain
So I can see you
That’s all I want to do
Sitting in the darkness, I see no other end 
Seems that pretty little life you had has gone away again
Sitting in the darkness, you try and hide away
You try to leave the pain you try to find a way
Sitting in the darkness you’re falling apart
Losing you to pieces of a girl you never are
Sitting in the darkness, you’re all alone
A broken soul a broken home

I sit by myself and contemplate
Why I’m floating here under all this weight
Buried to my shoulders, I can't stand up
Everything has buried the man I once was

Break free

Break me

Buried

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PHASE
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124 BPM
Key: Fminor

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