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Ever wondered what is god?
They tell me he looks like us.
Is it true?
Is he real?
Is he as powerful and almighty as they say?
I seriously do need to have a coffee now.
They keep on telling us that we have to believe in him,
But why?
All I want is to sit down and have my coffee.
There are so many questions.
If he made man,
And everything around us;
Or maybe it was just man alone.
And the universe.
Who made him?
(Can’t have caffeine can’t have fags:
I need a coffee)
And if someone made him;
Who made that someone?
(Like I said I need a coffee now)
So what is existence anyway.
How can we suddenly just exist?
How can everything suddenly just exist.
If there is nothing out there,
How can anything just exist?
(God its complicated, an americano, a latte, an expresso, a mocha.
I just want a coffee, with milk, please)
They say god made everything.
Everything?
But what if I don’t believe in god?
Don’t I then exist?
(A latte please)
Am I just a figment of my imagination?
Maybe a game someone is playing.
Soon someone will win and switch us off.
(Yes two milks and a sugar please)
Or maybe I will just wake up.
But then, does that not make me god.
(Black or white? You crazy I can’t take caffeine, I just want a white coffee, a decaf)
Could I be god.
And everything exists because of me.
(Not too black please add a lot of milk)
So are they all talking about me?
I truly don’t believe in myself then.
(A cortado? a cappuccino? Is that a white coffee? I just need a coffee)
(Seriously can someone just pray for me, I just want a normal coffee, that’s all)
Maybe there is no God. Maybe I am. Maybe I’m just tired. Maybe I just need coffee

God and the Flat White Dilemma

Lyrics

[Verso 1]
Un Dios perdido
en las tinieblas del amanecer
Ya nadie cree
Un dios perdido
Por su propio querer
No sabe dónde se fue
[Verso 2]
Ni la noche
Ni las palabras
Ya se creen
[Coro]
Sus palabras a oídos sordos
Sus visiones a mentes cerradas
Ya el libro que escribían
No se lee
[Verso 3]
Un Dios perdido
en las tinieblas del amanecer
Ya nadie cree
Un dios perdido
Por su propio querer
No sabe dónde se fue
[Puente]
Los inocentes ya no influyen
con sus mentes aún claras
Las palabras no se escuchan
Siguen siendo libres
Los dioses perdidos ya no lo ven
Ni lo tocan ni le hacen creer
[Verso 4]
La sabiduría de los años
De siglos de sangre sin creer
Ya no influye
Son inocentes
Sin dioses
Mientras los dioses sigan perdidos
Con sus curas y charlatanes de mentiras
[Coro]
Un Dios perdido
en las tinieblas del amanecer
Ya nadie cree
[Coda]
El libro no se escribe
La sangre ya no fluye
La vida es sin argumentos sobre nombres
Sin argumentos sobre cosas que no se ven
Ya solo hay vida
Por vivir el hoy
Y no el ayer

UN DIOS PERDIDO DEL AYER

Lyrics

Silence, silence
Don’t speak a word
For your words
They might linger
They might blend
They might inflame
Silence silence
Don’t speak a word
Don’t think
Don’t dwell
For they might lead to the unspoken
And it too might linger
It too might blend
It too might inflame
Even without words
Silence, silence
Don’t flatter those wings too hard
For they might cause a breeze
They might cause a thunder
They might cause an end
Silence, silence
Let those words build
Let those wings gather energy
For one day they will speak
They will flatter
They will act
With the power of eternity
And the tempest will come
But safe will be the ground you stand on
The place of silence
For it lets you standstill
Watch all around
Observe
And prepare
Without a breathe taken
Without a word spoken
Without an act display
Yet with the might of the tempest of silence

The tempest of silence

Lyrics

Cosmic relevance, i had my tea
I asked myself where is it I exist,
Am I not just in the universe.
But part of it.
Am I not the one unfolding it (tea or coffee?)
In the infinite layers of existence, (tea -please)
Is it not as important I have my tea here (two sugars please and a biscuit)
As it is to think and bleed (make that sweetener instead)
A cosmic act of all — grounding, present, alive. Intelligence, vastness, even the stars and atoms — they all meet in this moment. ( don’t pour the milk in until it’s brewed)
So I ask myself is it not time to enjoy my tea.
I am the universe taking a sip.
A part of it
I asked myself where is it I exist,
Am I not just in the universe.
But part of it. (tea or coffee?)
Is it not true
That when I feel fear, the you somewhere might feel a storm.
(Time for tea)
Is it not true
That when I imagine,
Reality shift
A new star if born from it born
Born is. New dawn because I exist
(Time for tea)
I asked myself where is it I exist,
Am I not just in the universe.
But part of it. (tea or coffee?)
We exist in a vastness of space
The distance seems so great (not too much milk please)
Yet everything is so dense (it’s earl grey)
Is it not true that
My reality is yours just like it’s mine (no milk please just a slice of lemon)
But we see differently
But none can deny (I prefer an ice cold one please)
I asked myself where is it I exist,
Am I not just in the universe.
But part of it. (Tea or coffee?)
So I shall have my tea and talk about biscuits
My reality is fine
My calm is mine
Through eternity harmony will come
As I sip my tea,
And sigh

Cosmic relevance - I had my cup of tea

Lyrics

What’s the colour of your skin
Target practice is for free
Turn you heads towards those on foot
Calls are ringing every three
Mindless idiots on the run
Thinking freedom is their will
Come down says the voice
The hunt is on
Come before their gone
Let the others know
Target practise is for free
Dumb as you know
They are here for the joy
Nothing to do with your skin
Mindless idiots on the run
Those on beat chase and yell
What’s the use of their commands
When they are here for the fun
What’s the colour of your skin
Don’t care less if it you need
Mindless fools bring their wives
Have a pint have a slice
Hunting we will go on after
For we British and we are white
Says the idiot dressed in black
With the skin as dark
As mine
Don’t be fooled by their prose
Simple minds says it all
When the hunt becomes them
Call restraint victimisation
The beats to blame
No more ringing of the phone
No more threes will be moaned
What’s the colour of your skin
Have a pint have a slice
Let’s have fun
Beat racism with their own pun
What’s the colour of your skin
Why don’t you look
Yours is the same as mine
Dickhead

I’ll make the target you

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