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Heads Up 
A Collaboration of Alpha Roots & Ver2xif (Martin Jones)
      https://soundcloud.com/alpha-roots
      https://soundcloud.com/ver2xif

Alpha Roots
Original musical concept & arrangement
Technical mix and mastering support
E piano, Bass and Guitar

Martin Jones (Ver2xif
Original lyrics and lead vocals
Background vocals and harmonies
Post mixing and mastering

Once again working with my friend and talented producer whose insight and patience is amazing.
We hope that everyone might find reasons to be encouraged and by all means keep your “Heads Up”.

Heads Up
      Lyrics by Martin Jones

I've got to say that it's quite disturbing
Time and time again
Same old thing is occurring
Sometimes it seems 
No matter how hard I try
Same old illusion
keeps poking me in the eye

I want to stand up 
And defeat this creepy feeling
Each time I stand 
My head just keeps on reeling

Heads up
Stand up
Got to move to higher ground
Can't get distracted
Every time I take a look around

What I see
A lot of pain and misery
I'm so convinced
That's not the way it's supposed to be

I see a brighter future
One that's good for you and for me
Only comes with understanding
And a little bit of empathy

You can't see when you close your eyes
And you can't hear when you cover your ears
And you can't cry
When they're no more tears

You can't see when you close your eyes
And you can't hear if you cover your ears
You cannot cry
When they're no more tears










Heads Up (A collaboration of Alpha Roots & Ver2xif (RIP Alphio my friend)

As the cluster bombs rain down on the poorest of the poor....the innocent  ones left in Aleppo.....
There is enough food, money for housing, warmth and kindness for everyone i this World, if we could spread it about evenly. But the rich, greedy, and fear mongers will never allow that. The Australian government  thinks the country is too small, too poor, and it's people too fearful to open the doors. There but for fortune go you or I.

I couldn't quite get this arrangement or mix how I wanted it to be (this is a dry mix).....so if anyone wants to have a go at covering/reworking it, give me a call and I'll send you the lyrics.

Photo from the UNHCR

Flotsam and Jetsam ~ Chris O

I call my two sons my "golden boys". 
Jonathan Beckenstein sent me a deep & emotional soundtrack to write lyrics and vocal lines for and I was very moved. Thanks for the music Jonathan
https://soundcloud.com/jonathan_beckenstein

This story asked to be retold, https://youtu.be/bvijYSJtkQk

His Mum let him go on a holiday down to the Lowlands.
He went to the shop to buy sweets and soda with friends.
He didn't know the danger.

This song is written as a tribute to the very very brave ones who stood up to testify against evil murderers. Their lives changed forever ~ Wilie Reed, Add Reed, Amanda Bradley, Walter Billingsley, Moses Wright....Witnesses for the Prosecution, and of course Mamie Bradley.
Black lives matter to me ~ in the USA and here in Australia.

The Lowlands ~ lyrics Chris O      music Jonathan Beckenstein   2016

Beware, beware, little golden boy,
Baby I'm fearin' for your life.
Take care our darlin'  boy,
'Cos there's something dark and deadly
Here in the Lowlands tonight.
Ah in the Lowlands tonight
It's brewin' in the Lowlands this night.

Some know well the danger, 
they know the danger
but they can't pull down the blinds
But your Mammy, Willie, and Moses, 
Lord they're gonna' stand as heroes
They'll be our heroes
Heroes for all time.

But beware beware, little golden boy
I'm feelin' for your life
Take care our darlin' only boy
'Cos rank poison's spreading
through the Lowlands
Through the Lowlands, this night.

Here there is no love nor law
No care for fellow man,
But shoots of freedom are gonna spread out
Spread out across the land.
Yeh, the shoots of freedom are gonna'
spread out across this land

So beware beware, little golden boy
I'm feelin' for your life
Beware, beware our darlin' golden boy
Because tonight white evil
haunts the Lowlands.

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