From the album ‘Trust No Leaders’ by The Chronicles of Manimal and Samara. Released July 1, 2022. 

// Count the Dead
The events of 2020-21 have exposed the fragility of our global systems and the flawed foundations on which modern societies and economies are built. ‘Count the Dead’ brings attention to complex issues concerning the value of human life. The song draws attention to the social and economic injustices that plague society, and the violent health inequalities that have been further exacerbated by the global pandemic, which has now claimed more than 4 million lives worldwide.    

Continuing the themes addressed in ‘Love in the Time of Pestilence’, ‘Count the Dead’ is the second instalment of songs addressing the ongoing pandemic and global crisis. At a time when the world appears to be more divided than ever before, discourse has never been more important, and urgent.

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🎵  Lyrics 🎵 

The human race has been living in fear for years 
No one to trust, who do we blame 
Millions have died because their leaders gambled with lives 
Who are they to decide who lives and who dies 

They put wealth, over our health  
They count us dead, while we are alive 
They let bodies pile, then feed us lies 

Here,  
Don’t lie 
Don’t waste my time 

The culling of man 
The great divide 
Priority to the rich  
The poor die like flies  

Thrive and despise 
No more love for those demised 
You count the dead before they die 
You prosper on fucking lies 

A great chasm has formed within our societies 
A story of two nations, rich and poor 
Rising inequality and injustice 
The worst of human nature, amplified 
  
You let the masses congregate   
Knowing thousands will die  
You gamble with lives, ignore the science  
Your policy has cost thousands of lives  
You look away, as the bodies pile high  
You count us dead, while we are alive  
Count the dead, before they die  

Thrive and despise  
No more love for those demised  
You count the dead before they die  
You prosper on fucking lies  

Thrive and despise  
No more love for those demised  
You count the dead before they die  
You prosper on fucking lies  

Here,   
Don’t lie  
Don’t waste my time  

Now is time for the human race to rise up  
Our leaders have fed us lies for far too long  
What humanity needs is a great reset  
Find ways to harmonise, not polarise  

Follow no leader  
But leave no one behind


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From the album ‘Trust No Leaders’ by The Chronicles of Manimal and Samara. Released July 1, 2022. 

// Nothing but Dust 
‘Nothing but Dust’ addresses the theme of modern man’s search for his soul. The song revisits the ancient practice of desert hermitage as a means to confront and enrich one’s soul. 

The lyrics recall the sounds and semantics of the poems of the 13th c. Persian mystic, Rumi, while the music has Arabian influences. In this increasingly material world we live in, the song, to quote Jung, finds solace in the ‘desert of one's soul’ – through poetry and metal.

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LYRICS

Alas
It has begun
The tempest
It has begun
The hour of my great contempt is here
The day of my reckoning has come

I must leave the warmness of this womb
My spirit summons me on a journey
You must let me go alone
For my soul is now a barren desert

My spirit carries me over vast lands
I see nothing but sand and dust
Chasms in the scorched earth
Cracked open by a relentless sun

I smell the death of hope in the air
Heavy is the air
In my solitude and silence
I find my soul a lonely desert

Alas
It has begun
The tempest
Has finally begun
Engulfed in the bosom of the storm
A vortex of nothing but dust

In the eye of the storm
He sees
He is just one of us
In the eye of the storm
He knows
He is king of dirt and dust

King of nothing
King of dust
King of nothing
King of dust
King of nothing  
King of dust
He is nothing
King of dust

If I don't return
Tell my story
If I don't return
You'll know I’m nothing but...

For miles and miles
He searches the sky
With his eyes and with his heart
He toiled from rags to riches
To build a kingdom over sand and dust

His lands
Once a plenty
Now barren fields of dirt and dust
Gazing through his filth and despair
But alas
There is nothing but dust

Alas! It has begun
The tempest has finally begun
Engulfed in the bosom of the storm
A vortex of nothing but dust

In the eye of the storm
He sees
He is just one of us
In the eye of the storm
He knows
He is king of dirt and dust

King of nothing
King of dust
King of nothing
King of dust

King of nothing
King of dust
He is nothing
King of...

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�  About The Chronicles of Manimal and Samara

Hailed as “pioneers of a new form of expression” through the performance of poetry in music, The Chronicles of Manimal and Samara (TCOMAS) are a UK-based duo comprising Daphne Ang (Singapore) and Andrea Papi (Italy) who came together in London in early 2020 to record their debut album, Full Spectrum, which they released on 26 February 2021. 

The duo draws inspiration from many sources stemming from Tool through to Kraftwerk and Russian Circles, as well as absorbing the poetry of Virginia Woolf and Jim Morrison in their lyrics and ‘poetry performance’. TCOMAS's music strives to fill a gap in music by bringing literature and history together into an arena where rock and metal meets electronica.Their musical and lyrical themes are very much rooted in the duo’s interests in classical literature and theatre, as well as in the fields of philosophy, history, and psychology.

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Nothing but Dust

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YOGUR DE FRESA

Esta es esa niña bien
que por descender de familia
se cree dama distinguida
de la cabeza hasta los pies.

Como no es su fuerte estudiar
se acomoda en una revista
donde hará las entrevistas
a los famosos de verdad.

Tampoco le va madrugar,
por lo que resulta gracioso
contemplar su rostro a las ocho
haciendo la entrada triunfal.

Cuando llame el apetito
se comerá las galletas
y el ritual yogur de fresa
que componen su almuercito
y contará que el domingo 
se fue a una sala de fiestas
donde conoció a un atleta
a un cadete o a un médico.

Esta es esa niña bien
que aunque su mamá lo intentara
no pudo nunca ser nombrada
como la chica más fetén.

Fracasó la idea de hacer
de una infeliz una gran dama
haciendo que se codeara
con el retoño de un burgués.

Lo mismo ocurrió en la elección
de la reina en fiestas de barrio
soñó que vivía en palacio
y luego ¡ni aun dama de honor!

Ha de estar de manifiesto
que  esta ocasión los culpables
fueron los imponderables
que trajeron desarreglos
consecuencia de los nervios
y estar tan insoportable
para que se la mandasen
a tomar el viento fresco.

Esta es esa niña bien
que aunque se las dé de moderna
sus modos denotan la escuela
que la condujo a ser quién es.

Dice ser mujer liberal
sin ningún tabú ni prejuicio
y que al tener un sueldo fijo
pronto se independizará.

Y luego poderse marchar
por ahí buscando aventuras
sin pensar que esa “película”
es para mayores de edad.

Oye bien lo que te digo
niña tonta y consentida:
no te creas que la vida 
aceptará los caprichos
que hasta hoy has tenido
siempre a punto en tu alcancía
pues te sentirás perdida
en el más amargo olvido.
	
STRAWBERRY YOGURT

This is that well-to-do girl
who, because she comes from a family,
thinks she's a distinguished lady
from head to toe.

Since studying isn't her strong suit,
she settles down at a magazine
where she'll interview
real celebrities.

She's not an early riser either,
so it's funny
to see her face at eight
making her grand entrance.

When hunger strikes,
she'll eat the cookies
and the ritual strawberry yogurt
that make up her lunch
and tell everyone that on Sunday
she went to a nightclub
where she met an athlete,
a cadet, or a doctor.

This is that well-to-do girl
who, even if her mother tried,
could never be named
the hottest girl.

The idea of turning
an unhappy woman into a great lady
by having her rub shoulders
with the offspring of a bourgeoisie failed.

The same thing happened during the queen's election at a neighborhood festival.

She dreamed she lived in the palace,
and then she wasn't even a lady-in-waiting!

It must be clear that this time the culprits were unforeseen events that brought disorder,
a consequence of nerves,
and being so unbearable that they sent her
out into the cold.

This is that good girl,
who, although she acts modern,
her manners reflect the schooling
that led her to be who she is.

She says she's a liberal woman,
without any taboos or prejudices,
and that, with a steady salary,
she'll soon become independent.

And then she can go off
looking for adventures,
without thinking that this "movie"
is for adults.

Listen carefully to what I'm telling you,
foolish and spoiled girl:
don't think that life
will accept the whims
that until now you've always had
ready in your piggy bank,
because you'll feel lost
in the most bitter oblivion.

Yogur de fresa (Feat. Hugo Iglesias Olmos)

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©Adaptation by PHIL SWAIN

My Wonderwall - OASIS COVER

The printer coughs again
black smoke of bureaucracy
Paper jam number seventy-three
a graveyard of half-born memos
It whines like it's dying
but only when you need it most

Coffee machine blinking red
"Water tank missing"
No-it's right there
but the machine has decided
to unionize with the printer
We brew despair instead

Error 404: sanity not found
Temperature swings from tundra to kiln
balance is myth
comfort is folklore
On average, perfectly fine
in hell's statistics

The air vents choose violence at noon
hurling frost into spreadsheets
then molten wind into email chains
I shed layers like an onion
until only deadlines remain

We dream of revolutions
but the fire alarm
tests itself at random
reminding us rebellion
requires fresh batteries

Error 404: humanity not found
Restart, reboot, the wheel goes round
Error 404: courage can't be found
Look away fast, don't make a sound

Update complete
Nothing has changed

Error 404: Sanity Not Found

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SO FAR...

He's a victim of his own doing, he's got no one else to blame.
Who knows which one is bound for ruin? He just keeps on playin' the game.
When the battle lines get drawn, he'll be moving on.
Who knows where he's gone?
Just another one nobody knows.

She’s been searching but never finding, she keeps on looking her way back home.
Not the first one that needs defining. She is never left alone.
But it looks like she’ll be stayin’ with a needle in her vein.
Might be her last refrain.
Just another one nobody knows.

Out there in the valley there's a young girl standing on the street.
No one keeps a tally - no one knows how many they meet.

He knows better, but they can't stop him. He's laser-focused, he's on fire.
A real go-getter with hocus pocus. A rising star, a natural flier.
He's a rising millionaire, he's going somewhere,
But he forgot to care
Just another one nobody knows.

Out there in the valley there's a young girl standing on the street.
No one keeps a tally - no one knows how many they meet.
Out there in the canyon someone's searches for companionship gone wrong.
That's the way the story goes, another one nobody knows is gone.

He's a victim of his own doing, he's got no one else to blame.
Who knows which one is bound for ruin? He just keeps on playin' the game.
Just another one nobody knows.

Another One

She’d been walking on the wild side, started back in sixty-eight.
All that time spent getting freaky, took a toll on her, but it’d been great.
He was never one for diff’rent. Watch your step and toe the line.
When he saw her he was mesmerized, he could feel a tingling up his spine.
But when it comes to matters of the heart - you can’t stop that.

You can’t stop the waves from crashing on the shore.
You can’t stop the rain from fallin’ down.
You can’t stop the sun from shining anymore. 
You can’t stop the barking of a hound.
You can’t stop the wind from blowing ‘cross the plain.
You can’t stop the moon from rising ev’ry night.
You can’t stop spilled wine from making one big stain.
Is it true that opposites attract?
When it comes to matters of the heart, you can’t stop that.

He was intrigued with her collection. Lots of bangles, bows and beads.
He was somewhat dry and stoic, maybe that’s exactly what she needs. 
He had spent his life with numbers.  Making sure it adds up right. 
Numbers never really were her thing, just get close and it’ll be alright.	
But when it comes to matters of the heart - you can’t stop that.

You can’t stop the waves from crashing on the shore.
You can’t stop the rain from fallin’ down.
You can’t stop the sun from shining anymore. 
You can’t stop the barking of a hound.
You can’t stop the wind from blowing ‘cross the plain.
You can’t stop the moon from rising ev’ry night.
You can’t stop spilled wine from making one big stain.
Is it true that opposites attract?
When it comes to matters of the heart, you can’t stop that.


You Can't Stop That

Retired the beginning of 2023. Been writing music seriously for about six years. Thanks for listening - and sharing!

You Can't Stop That

Scott Orr

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