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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

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

[Verse 1 ]
The paths just twist…
Turning across plains that no longer exist.
The sweeping winds roughen the skin…
Scraping the debris from the disease.
What will we find?
When the echoes of the past fade away.
A silent night with twinkling stars
But no sounds to remind us of our past.
[Chorus]
So what do you hope to gain
If that is what we gave
You can’t ask for redemption
Once all is gone
[crowd] (YOU ARE THE DISEASE!)
[crowd] (YOU NEED TO GO!)
[Verse 2]
The pot holes we left…
From all the ores we found…
What were their use?
When all that is left are holes on the ground.
You’ll have to walk past them…
Feeling the dust hanging above ’em.
Where nothing now grows…
And just the winds sweep
The scraps of the ores.
[Chorus]
So what do you hope to gain
If that is what we gave
You can’t ask for redemption
Once all is gone
[crowd] (YOU ARE THE DISEASE!)
[crowd] (YOU NEED TO GO!)
[Bridge – stripped back, chanting rhythm]
[singer – low, spoken] You will sense the heat coming…
Reminding you of the eternal fires you created…
And every day the dust becomes ash,
The colours fade to the dust,
And all you have left are the greys around you…
Across the plains that no longer exist.
[crowd] (YOU NEED TO GO!)
(YOU NEED TO GO!)
(YOU NEED TO GO!)
[Chorus – band and crowd together]
So what do you hope to gain
If that is what we gave
You can’t ask for redemption
Once all is gone
[crowd] (YOU ARE THE DISEASE!)
[crowd] (YOU NEED TO GO!)
[Final chorus – extended outro]
So what do you hope to gain
If that is what we gave
You can’t ask for redemption
Once all is gone
[crowd] (YOU ARE THE DISEASE!)
[crowd] (YOU NEED TO GO!)
[Band – hit one final sustained chord]
But there is no forgiveness to be given…
Eventually the dust will scrap away the disease…
[crowd] (THE DISEASE YOU ARE!)

You are the disease you need to go

One second please…
That’s all I ask.
One second please…
Comes the gasp.
Gasping for air;
There isn’t much.
Everything whirling,
Twirling,
Curling,
Swirling…
One second please…
That’s all I ask.
One second please…
Comes the gasp.
Here, there…
Go everywhere…
Stop,
pause,
go;
Pause,
go:
Here,
there…
Everywhere.
Stop, stop, stop.
ONE SECOND PLEASE…
That’s all I ask;
ONE SECOND PLEASE…
Not much to ask.
Have you started,
Have you finished.
Have you done it,
Can I have it,
I need it,
Is it finished,
I am hungry.
ONE SECOND PLEASE…
That’s all I ask.
ONE SECOND PLEASE…
Comes the gasp.
Where’s the air,
Breathe, just breathe.
I can’t,
I can’t.
ONE SECOND PLEASE…
Comes the gasp.
Silence,
silence.
It’s nighttime.
Not again, please.
I can’t relax.
Is it over?
Here it starts again,
It’s the nighttime,
Not again, please.
ONE SECOND PLEASE…
Not much to ask.
But who to?

Pressure pressure

[Intro – soft bass drone, minimal guitar]
A barrier stands between me
And that which I am
Pushing and shoving me
Even though I want to reach out
It’s not a simple barrier to disguise
It tightens inside
Curdles my spirit
Sending sorrow through my body
[Build – subtle percussion enters]
A sinking feeling every time the barrier acts
You know it’s not real
It’s fear
Fear of nothing which actually exists
Just your mind’s lies
But real enough —
At least for oneself
To remove who I am
[Low, distant guitar swells]
Peering eyes that don’t exist
Critical words that have not been spoken
And probably never will
But enough of a mindset
Pushing and shoving you away
Even though I want to reach out
[Hook – whispered, layered vocals]
(Pushing and shoving me…)
(Even though I want to reach out…)
[Verse – steady groove builds]
A thousand stories roam in the head
Each one needs to be told
Created from blank sheets
But few will be shown
For the barrier impedes me
It stills me
Guides me away
Pushing and shoving me
Even though I want to reach out
[Bridge – rising intensity, drums build]
The barrier came once upon a time
But I do not know when
It froze me to a standstill
And never thawed
It’s coldness dulling the warmth in myself
Ridiculing every thought
Dismissing all I know
Pushing and shoving me
Even though I want to reach out
[Breakdown – bass only, heartbeat pulse]
The barrier bounced me
Making me run
Distant from where I wished to be
And with its push
And its shoves
Kept me from reaching out anymore
[Outro – sparse, slow fade]
But maybe one day
The cold will go
The fears will fade
And the peering eyes will close
And the push and the shoves
Will no longer be there
Though you know
The critics will never go
[End – single bass note fades into silence]

Running Away From Oneself

Lyrics

[slow, low voice]
Disguised in the words from men of peace
The ashes will fall upon the innocent
Draping their world
Cluttering their existence
[pause – soft echo of title]
(And from the ashes…)
[rising voice, drawn out]
Of the fires that rage across the horizons
Where no man will venture to
Will come the rebirth
Of the souls that never perished
But whose spirits were torn
[measured pace]
Disguised in the words of men of peace
Those who remain will linger
Aimlessly pondering where to go
Across the grey strewn ash-filled plains
Of extinguished fires
And crumbling rubbles
[gentle, almost whispered]
A child clasped in their arms
A toy held tightly
A doll a sole reminder of a past
[crowd – chant-like]
Disguised in the words of men of peace
[voice heavier, sharper]
The ashes will fall among us
No colour of skin
No continent to protect us
[slow, intense rhythm]
The fires will rage
The waters will no longer quench thirst
Books now turned to ash
Keyboards melted
Screens blank
And only reminders of the past
[crowd chant, louder]
Disguised in the words of men of peace
[voice softening, hopeful tone]
The ashes will fall
And only when the rains fall
When futures grow
And when the souls emerge from the fires
Will humanity once again emerge
[outro – whispered]
(And from the ashes shall come…)

And from the ashes shall come

[soft, reflective tone. slow pacing. background ambient/drone begins]

Yes… three minutes.
Is it much to ask for? [pause]
That is the time I’m asking you to spend,
to listen to what I have to say.

Just three minutes.
Is it too much to ask for?
Can you spare… just three minutes? [pause]

I understand if you can’t.
Nobody seems able to spend just three minutes.
Everyone tells me:
“Later. I’ll listen later.” [pause]
And I keep on asking myself…
when exactly is later?
Because it never seems to come.

[slightly firmer, but still calm]
Just three minutes.
I’m not asking much.
It’s not even having to stop,
to exercise your eyes and mind —
although you can.

But no.
I’m just asking you to listen,
for three minutes.

You can continue doing what you are doing.
Continue with what you have.
You can even just let me be… in your background,
not really listening.

But I am asking…
can you listen,
for just three minutes? [pause]

[slightly softer, confiding]
I know I’m not a trend.
Nor am I what others listen to.
But I am asking you —
yes… you.
Can you give me just three minutes of your time?

It’s not a test.
It’s not a challenge.
You don’t have to give me your three minutes.
You don’t have to listen.
And with this, I know you won’t now.
You’ll tell me:
“Later, I will.”

But I am asking still.
Can I have… just your three minutes?

[slight rise in intensity]
You know…
in those three minutes,
you will learn a lot of what a lifetime is.
And maybe understand better
who you have allowed to hear.

And maybe you will realise…
you never did listen before,
if you never gave me those three minutes,
but left me for “later.”

[lower, thoughtful tone]
Luckily for you,
I am still here to ask.
But maybe… I wouldn’t have been.

Is three minutes too much? [pause]

[soft, almost fading now]
I know there are so many three minutes you are asked for,
that it’s easier to say “later” —
especially to those you know…
and who won’t ask you again.

And if they do…
it won’t feel like a demand.

[fade out. silence lingers.]

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… it’s okay to not be okay… take the ride and let there be a tomorrow ….

Don’t matter how much you try

I’ve known sadness;
   Without tears.
I’ve known madness;
   Without fears;
Schools of scholars;
  Without knowledge.
Packs of politicians;
  Sharing ideas.

But never have I known;
   You.

I’ve seen zoos;
  Without cages.
Simple minds;
  Debating.
I’ve seen dogs;
  With a purr.
And preachers;
 Dressed in slurs.

But never have I seen you.

But never have I seen you.

I’ve known bravery
  Immersed with fear;
Battle hardened soldiers,
 Crying with real tears.
I’ve seen criminals;
 Helping old ladies.
Bankers going crazy.

But I’ve never heard of you

But I’ve never heard of you

So what makes you different?
  Is it the tales you will be telling?
Is it the promises you’ll make?
Or the cons from which you’ll fake?

I’ve known sadness;
   Without tears.
I’ve known madness;
   Without fears;
Schools of scholars;
  Without knowledge.
Packs of politicians;
  Sharing ideas.

But never have I known; You.

I’ve known liars tell truths,
But never have I seen anything like you.

[outro]
Never have I seen anything like you.

Nothing Stranger than you

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.

Weeping willow song

Stephen Ignacio

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