Lyrics
[verse]
A silent lonely figure sitting on a rock
Gazing at the pathway in front of him
With a cliff face slope
Of brushes and dried up leaved trees to his side
Staring tranquilly towards a far beyond horizon
Which he thought he would never reach
This was a young boy
Running away from the chaos of a family
Of the screams of siblings
The angry tones of stressed out adults
From the nagging of younger children
Looking for attention he did not wish to give
[chorus]
(It was a young mind
Struggling to find its space
Away from the chaos of ideologies of men
Whose lives were caged
By rules of locks and chains
That had closed gates)
[verse]
Only the chirping sounds of birds
Among the branches of the trees
And the rustling sounds of leaves
Swaying in the summer breeze
Disturbed his silence
The path lay dormant
Only the footsteps of the few
Would shuffle the stones
below their feet upon it
[pre chorus]
It was the calmness he sought
From his own home
To think and dream
[chorus]
(It was a young mind
Struggling to find its space
Away from the chaos of ideologies of men
Whose lives were caged
By rules of locks and chains
That had closed gates)
[verse]
A mind which searched to see
Beyond the daily motion
Drawing lines where no edges existed
Painting colours into grey skies
It was a mind looking for something
Which men had locked away from him
Without reason without say
Their actions interested in themselves
Their aspirations against wills
His mind searched for a today
The dried-up trees provided comfort
The warmth of the sun
Provided Waves of thought
Uninterrupted by the chaos
[chorus]
(It was a young mind
Struggling to find its space
Away from the chaos of ideologies of men
Whose lives were caged
By rules of locks and chains
That had closed gates)
[verse]
The rock by the path
Would remain his place
Where thoughts could linger in eternity
Transgress without disturbance
Dreaming whilst awake
The pathway would be his guide
Through the chaos and the loneliness
Through the solitude and sadness
[chorus]
(It was a young mind
Struggling to find its space
Away from the chaos
away from ideologies of men
Whose lives were caged
Away from locks and chains
That had closed gates)
[verse]
And so it would be
Until men changed their minds
Unlocked the gates and allowed to think
Those whose minds could meander
[verse]
For his was just a young mind
Struggling to find its space
Running Away from the say of men
Whose rulebooks
Made from fakes
Running away to
Become what he was meant to be
[outro]
Running away to
Become what he was meant to be

It was just a young mind running away

Don’t be fooled I’m no musician or singer, far from it I cannot sing since age of 12 since my voice broke and I had to leave the school choir. But I am a creative, and artist, better known for my drawings and illustrations than any other part of my art. 

However, my art is about communicating ideas, ideologies, thoughts, emotions and from drawing to installations, to sound I will delve through it and produce as I go. 

Word and sound have been two constants but never found a delivery vehicle through which I could reach a wider audience, particularly with my word art. I’m not into putting myself out and at the forefront, I am more the one at the back of the crowd. 

So delivery was always an issue. And then I found AI, not to create my art but to deliver. 
Original word art transformed into song tracks by having a voice and finding the right genres, styles, fusions of different styles and language.

Every piece is my original word art, for you that would translate to Lyrics, but it has a wider context for me. And AI assisted in creating the track.

So this is just one of my projects.

Importantly to me is bringing my word art into the public arena for once is a completion of successfully navigating past one of the biggest obstacles in my life. In school whilst I was not in the lower classes, yes tier systems suck, I was considered as someone who would fail English. If told enough times you will, so I did. It took a teacher I will never forget to pick me up and show me that others were wrong and he showed me I could do it. But the scars were always to stay. So language has always been my inferiority complex. Ironically my art took me to become a reporter although  always very much never believing my worth, and also hiding my written word art from the public, even the family. Things changed when at my later years I’m realising I have nothing to be ashamed of as I have achieved a lot and it’s time to take a plunge and let the words flow out into the public arena.

I have a voice, it speaks all day and like all my work I have stories to tell or wish to tell. Thoughts I wish to discuss, ideas I wish to have others debate, emotions I wish to describe, protests I wish to scream out, sounds I wish others to hear, whispers I want to send into the breeze, joy and play I wish to share.

As a follower of cybernetics art I believe I am just the delivery vehicle, original source, the prospect that others could use the sound and take it further is something which has not gone past me, hence this now becomes a collaborative work.

Sharing to make the art develop, grow, mature and spread wider than its original intent of putting words together to express something.

Maybe there are human singers out there who will use my words, or visualisers who will push the visuals further. All I ask is for the authorship of the original words and their composition to be respected and rewarded as deserved, respecting their origins. 

But take it on and take it forward if you wish and let me know where and how it’s gone so the connection and link is maintained.

On the simpler level I hope the words find an audience and provide something for someone, even if it’s just one person.

As I say I am not a singer or a musician just a creative doing his art. A whole lot of respect to those who have their own voices and talents in music, my words are mine and I use AI trying to find you with that talent to take my words on. Not out of disrespect. But Ai gives me a chance to reach out where I have not had a chance, and hopefully connect with others by offering my word art. 

You will find I’m one who stands behind the crowds, and I intend to stay there as that’s were I feel safe.

It was just a young mind running away

Stephen Ignacio