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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

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[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

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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

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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

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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

Money what the fuck
Who created it
Whose the bum

It’s crazy how it makes us so sad
It lies to you
And makes you run

Money what the heck for
An idiot on the turnstiles

Calling you to order
And demand

Money what the hell
A loaf of bread
Or you starve

Money here’s to stay
For idiots run our every day

Money sounds so good
When we are dumb and just fools

Money we’ve been conned
Told to pay up
Or get lost

Money pays the way
Ensuring we are enslaved

Money whose the dick
Who created it

Money is our death
Without it you can rest

Money… who created it

Don’t be a muppet, a puppet on a string …

Don’t be a muppet

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[verse]
Sat on her branch,
Looking out beyond the rooftops.
She let her hair;
Sway to the wind;
Brushing away the day.
Like a comb in nature.
There was no man to command her;
No rules to obey.
Just the innocence of nature;
Eroded by men.
[chorus]
The rules had chained them.
Shackled their will.
Eroded their grace.
This was man’s will.
[verse]
Pale through their presence.
Translucent in their innocence.
Features of harmony,
One in skin.
Another in breeze.
Praised for their beauty.
Robbed of their will.
Two ladies found their new belief.
Joined in their quest;
Harmonies sung through the mist;
Two girls danced in dreams;
Of tomorrow.
For there is today.
[chorus]
The rules had chained them.
Shackled their will.
Eroded their grace.
This was man’s will.
[verse]
And men ordered their way.
Robbing them of knowledge;
Denying them a presence;
But in their silence.
Two ladies found themselves.
United in struggles.
Celebrating their peace.
As they sought their way,
Far from the beast.
[chorus]
The rules had chained them.
Shackled their will.
Eroded their grace.
This was man’s will.
[bridge]
But no longer would the commands dictate.
[verse]
The ways of women.
For in their quest,
Their strength would prevail.
Once gathered in knowledge,
Once joined in strengths.
(Outro)
Two women found themselves.
One in skin,
One in breeze,
And showed that might,
Is not that of men.

Two ladies found themselves from shackles of men

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The willow wept up on the hill it stayed
Watching how beyond it men lay claim
With bricks and mortar and clays
Digging holes in the plains
The weeping willow sighed
Watching how the men played
Among concrete pavements
And solid glass
Reflecting light to the skies
Blinding where the grass once rose
Deforming the clouds’ soft forms
The weeping willow heard the sounds
That deafened the sounds of its leaves in the wind
They were roaring
And goring
Thumping and bumping
As they destroyed the rest of the plains
The weeping willow asked for its ears to be cut off
And branches were sawn to make for tables
And patio doors
It was the end of the weeping willow
As the black paths to nowhere
were dug around its roots
As it’s bark was torn apart
The weeping willow smiled
It need not watch what men would do
Instead it knew its wood would be polished
Made to shine
Adorn the diners
Or turn to ash
But no longer would the willow weep
Or watch what men undid
To quench their greed

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Weeping willow song

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Do you remember that day
When all came to a stop
And we wondered if this was heaven
A sudden swish,
A thumping sound
cracking glass
As belts whiplashed to a standstill
Do remember that day
When all came to a stop
Remaining jumbled for eternity
A sensation of being pushed
Which never seemed to stop
But just a soon
All was still
Dazed in other thoughts
Wondering what it all was
Our minds yet too innocent to understand
Do you remember that day
When it all came to a stop
When we watched the faces of worry
wondered what it all was
But nobody screamed nor smiled
Do you remember that day
When they looked at as with worry
As if expecting to see
But never came
Whilst we wondered why no one screamed
What was it we’d done wrong
A broken window
A crumbled piece of metal
With crowds forming around us
Rubbing gently whilst eyes stared in surprise
And no-one spoke
Do you remember that day
When all came to a stop
And they kept on telling its alright
But nobody explained
Do you remember that day
When all came to a stop
But not the dreams
Which came to visit for ever
Wondering if we had actually survived
Do you remember that day

Do you remember that day

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I hear your distant voice
But your too far to see
Brother dear brother so far away you’ll be
Winds sweep past us
Blowing the sands of the desert between us
The mirage haze distracts us
Giving the impression of a land with no desolation
But distant is your voice I hear
Without echoes
Or distortions
knowing that it’s words carried through the air
From the thoughts we bear
Brother dear brother so far away you’ll be
With tides pulling us further
Crashing waves between us
So as never to meet
And yet there is that sense of closeness
Of the touch and the whispers
Knowing that never to far you’ll be
Though distant is the voice I hear
It is clear
Drowning the noise around us
Pulling us near
No wind no tides between us
No mirages to distract us
Brother dear brother I am glad your near

Brother dear brother

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Walking through the mist of dawn
The screaming echos of the night
Wish to be gone
As the sun rays waken
The mist fears for itself
The haunting waves of air
Scatter and run
Finding the currents
Which they hope will keep em alive
A moment of clarity
A moment of light
A cold chill returns
And once again
The mist will blind the way
With its whites
Swirling, dancing through the chill
The grey screen brightens
with the morning light
Whitening the path
Keeping the distant further
Allowing us only to see the now
As the sun rays warm the air around us
screams of the night are deafened
The whispers of sleep fall silent
As chirping birds awaken
squalling seagulls greet the day
The blind whiteness of the morning
Opening the gates
To what lays before us
Making real the day
As the quiet of the mist evaporates
The roar of the city returns
No longer showing us the now
Opening the then and again
Until the cold chills return
This is the cycle of the cold of night
As dawn returns

Through the mist

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[verse 1]
you know we love you
You know we’ll follow you
My fine Englishman
and welcome you,
But why can’t you give me a moment of your time
pour you your tea And humble myself
Read your books
Learn your art,
my fine Englishman
I will try to be like you
But why can’t you see me
[chorus]
Why do you always look down on me
Enclose me and think that is what I want
Why do you think I will always step to one side for you
Why won’t you listen to me
[verse 2]
Ofcourse we look up at you
And listen to your words
follow you
Even drag ourselves behind you
when you beat us
[chorus]
But Why do you always look down on me
Enclose me and think that is what I want
Why do you think I will always step to one side for you
Why won’t you listen to me
[verse 3]
We stood up and took the bruises
Even when you threw the punches
We stepped aside
so you could pass
My fine Englishman
So ofcourse we love you
[chorus]
But Why do you always look down on me
Enclose me and think that is what I want
Why do you think I will always step to one side for you
Why won’t you listen to me
[verse 4]
So forgive me
fine Englishman
If I will not let you know my sons
Forgive me
fine Englishman
If I won’t tell my daughters
That you exist
If I tell them to ignore you
whilst you won’t listen
I will show them another way
my fine Englishman
[chorus]
But Why do you always look down on me
Enclose me and think that is what I want
Why do you think I will always step to one side for you
Why won’t you listen to me

I’ll like to be you

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[intro]
Let your tears flow
Let them turn to floods
Drowning all that is bad
Let those drops become
Wild rivers
Washing away the madness
Your sadness
[pre-chorus]
Why do the innocents have to die
Always to blame for our mistakes
We make them collateral
For our errors
Our greed
Our false complaints
[chorus]
Why do the innocents have to die
Always to blame for our mistakes
[verse]
Why do we have to watch the hunger
Of children whose skeletons show
Even before they are allowed to die
Without dignity
Without memories of a life
[chorus]
Why do the innocents have to die
Always to blame for our mistakes
[verse]
Not knowing the feeling of true childhood
Not tasting fruits of peaceful existence
Not allowed to nourish
Not allowed to play
Just survive
Never hearing the words of wisdoms of those who cared
[pre-chorus]
Who told us of their plight
But yet we didn’t care
[chorus]
Why do the innocents have to die
Always to blame for our mistakes
[verse]
Why do we have to watch our children die
Starve, alone in the destructions we create in the dark
Why do we have to make them our collateral
For the errors we created
the nonsense we preach
[bridge]
Born to our world
Where we owe them our protection
Our children our future so
[chorus]
Why do the innocents have to die
Always to blame for our mistakes
[outro]
Give them a life
Give them a future

Why do the innocents have to die

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There’s a path we all head to,
we think all is a given.
But when we get there
It’s just misgiven
There’s a path we all know.
With stars above
we think it’s our haven
But at the gates
We know
It’s the path of others not our own
And where we thought we belong
We find
no-one knows us
[chorus]
It’s our path it should make you wonder
Now that the people have all gone
Don’t let others tell where your path leads you
Look at the signs on the road
Listen to the words of those who faded
And the letters of the man who waited
Don’t let the chimes and the chants lead you
Ask yourself where your own path goes
[verse]
You see a man walk the path
He waves
gestures you to come
Yet you ignore
As he walks in the wrong direction
As you watch he fades away.
no longer there.
You question what you know
For the man you know
Yet continue to follow the path to nowhere
The one woman down the road told you
Would lead to heaven
Where church bells chime
And still the evening chants continue
But the woman closed her door behind her
[chorus]
It’s our path it should make you wonder
Now that the people have all gone
Don’t let others tell where your path leads you
Look at the signs on the road
Listen to the words of those who faded
And the letters of the man who waited
Don’t let the chimes and the chants lead you
Ask yourself where your own path goes
[verse]
And down the path a postman waits;
With his letter and his bag.
Yet you shrug him to one side;
before he heads in the wrong direction,
and no longer there when you turn.
Passing the snakes,
dripping venom.
On roads cobbled with bone
you follow the path to nowhere.
For posters on walls signal the direction.
And you believe them.
A young boy walks past.
As he sings he fades away.
No longer there as you turn.
He was the boy in the streets
Playing ball all day
The boy you know
[chorus]
It’s our path it should make you wonder
Now that the people have all gone
Don’t let others tell where your path leads you
Look at the signs on the road
Listen to the words of those who faded
And the letters of the man who waited
Don’t let the chimes and the chants lead you
Ask yourself where your own path goes
[verse]
As grey skies close,
You turn.
There are the crowds
That now walk past you
Muttering that the woman had not come
Whilst one man you know opened a letter,
and run past you
The gates now beckon
With your name written in neon
Speaking of a woman whose door remained closed
[chorus]
It’s our path it should make you wonder
Now that the people have all gone
Don’t let others tell where your path leads you
Look at the signs on the road
Listen to the words of those who faded
And the letters of the man who waited
Don’t let the chimes and the chants lead you
Ask yourself where your own path goes
[outro]
It’s our path it should make you wonder
Now that the people have all gone
Don’t let others tell where your path leads you
Look at the signs on the road
Listen to the words of those who faded
And the letters of the man who waited
Don’t let the chimes and the chants lead you
Ask yourself where your own path goes

Don’t listen to the woman with the closed door

Screamer

Here comes the bull again
With its horns ablaze
(Are you mad)
(What have I said?)
Run don’t stand.
(The horns are sharp)
Damn what have I done?
Here comes the bull again,
(With its horns ablaze)
[quartet chorus](Carpets flying all around us)
[trippy drug induced tone echoeing] Standing from the ceiling’
[scream] It’s all upside down!
(It’s okay)
[trippy drug induced tone echoeing] The horns are too short
(What the heck have I done this time)

[trippy drug induced tone echoeing] No purple markings
[trippy drug induced tone echoeing] No red bruised skins
(It’s okay it’s just screams)
[scream] Are you mad!
(Or just crazy)
[trippy drug induced tone echoeing] Can’t catch me I’m flying
Stamp your hooves
Don’t worry 
[trippy drug induced tone echoeing] I’m flying 


Here comes the bull again
[trippy drug induced tone echoeing] With its horns ablaze
[scream] Are you mad!
(What have I said?)

[trippy drug induced tone echoeing] Run don’t stand
[trippy drug induced tone echoeing] The horns are sharp
[trippy drug induced tone echoeing] Damn what have I done?

(Why’s the fungus growing on the ceiling)
Moss on rocks have been gathering
(But I’m flying)
[scream] So I don’t know!
(Didn’t I boil em)
Or they raw?

Here comes the bull again
[trippy drug induced tone echoeing] With its horns ablaze
[scream] Are you mad!
(What have I said?)

[trippy drug induced tone echoeing] Run don’t stand
[trippy drug induced tone echoeing] The horns are sharp
[trippy drug induced tone echoeing] Damn what have I done?

[spoken] Who cares I’m flying
[spoken] Out the window I will travel
[spoken] Bye

Screamer

Lyrics

[ a slow starting intro with guitar riffs ]
[ verse ]
There was nothing to justify what you had done
You couldn’t say I had been wrong
You punished me for doing right
It was you who changed
And were wrong in your ways
Don’t apologise I won’t be listening
[ chorus ]
There is nothing out there just my reflection
So don’t look for me now
That person I left behind
And is now gone
[ verse ]
I had closed my doors to my own life
Given everything I had
So you could grow and have some pride
So when was it your confidence grew so much
That no longer did you see me for who I am
[ pre-chorus ]
There is nothing to justify what you had done
Don’t worry my life has now begun
[ chorus ]
There is nothing out there just my reflection
So don’t look for me now
That person I left behind
And is now gone
[ verse ]
Just please don’t forget
That I did nothing wrong but give
Allow you to find your way
Whilst holding myself back
There is nothing to justify what you did
But that person is now gone
You never saw me for who I am
[ outro ]
But that person is now gone
Don’t apologise there is no one to listen to you

I did nothing wrong but I’m gone

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[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

Strapped with a dagger to his side
A bayonet to his waist
And a pistol by his chest
A young boy stood by the door
Ready to walk his path
Away from the terrors that rain
On his home
And unto the battlefield
Created by the politics of men
[chorus]
The young boy was ready
to follow the mistakes of many
Believing that war brings Peace
Remembering the lost
Ignoring those who remained
[verse]
His innocent smile
Wiped from his face
Now scarred by the metals of man
His eyes blurred
From the tears of lost friends
Of broken homes
Of sisters never born
[verse]
Memories of debris
Crumbling walls
And damp mattresses on which he dreamt on
Under the chill of humid night skies
No longer hidden by tiles
[chorus]
The young boy was ready
to follow the mistakes of many
Believing that war brings Peace
Remembering the lost
Ignoring those who remained
[verse]
His focus to bring the same deaths
To those who had brought it to his home
Forgotten the innocence of play
The young boy
Forced into manhood by the bullets of others
Whose only reason were mistakes
[verse]
Men who sent legions
Believed the words of others
Pockets bulged
But bullets never passed
Whilst youth lay bare
Rotting in fields
In potholes among entangled metal
Burning
to be scattered by the wind
Forgotten
[chorus]
The young boy was ready
to follow the mistakes of many
Believing that war brings Peace
Remembering the lost
Ignoring those who remained
[break]
The young boy
Was ready
to avenge his fate
Cast blood onto fields of others
For generations of men to come
Never forgetting those who had left
Ignoring those who remained
[outro]
It was the power of man
Looking to avenge those who had left
Believing the words of men
Who would never feel the scars of war
It was the fate of man
Whose weakness was their failure
In peace
[chorus]
The young boy was ready
to follow the mistakes of many
Believing that war brings Peace
Remembering the lost
Ignoring those who remained
Strapped with a dagger to his side
A bayonet to his waist
And a pistol by his chest
A young boy stood by the door
Ready to walk his path
He paused at the gate
Wondered if peace was still possible
But the gun felt heavier than doubt



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Soldier Boy

[voice ] Sunken hopes
(Drowning in the doubt)
Heavy legs that won’t walk
[hallucinating echoing background voice] Confused mind
Blood pumping
(Like a crashing dam)
Flooding the body
[hallucinating echoing background voice] Tightening the breathing
(Gasping for air)
A lonely feeling
Starts to return
(Alone in the middle of a crowded street)
The bustling sounds
(Deafening the thoughts)
[hallucinating echoing background voice] The silent whispers screaming
[hallucinating echoing background voice] Rattling the mind
Speaking tones you don’t understand
(Confusing thoughts)
[hallucinating echoing background voice] Creating their own sounds
(None of which is real)
(Yet they grow)
[hallucinating echoing background voice] Stopping the air
Which now does not flow
Like slow motion steps
(You struggle to move away)
(Scream in silence)
[hallucinating echoing background voice] Which no-one heard
Alone in a crowded place
You wish it to stop
But I won’t go away
You wish for help
(But cannot call)
You wish for an end
But it does not come
[hallucinating echoing background voice] Confused in your darkness
Even when bright lights show the way
(Your heavy steps seem long)
[hallucinating echoing background voice] Tiresome
Taking you nowhere you want
Alone in a crowded street
Where many doors seem closed
[hallucinating echoing background voice] but everyone enters and leaves
But not yourself
Alone in a crowded street
You wish it to end
But it does not come
Until tiredness beckons
And you wish not to awaken
For you wish not to return

[outro]
[hallucinating echoing background voice] The never ending battles
Telling yourself all is your minds lies
Telling yourself all is your minds lies
[hallucinating echoing background voice] And there is tomorrow
(Just get past today)

Confusion

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.

Siggy

Stephen Ignacio