Vocal: Julie Willis
Piano, Clarinet, Glockenspiel: Michael Willis

Lyrics:

Look toward the mountainside
blanketed by snow
The leaves have fled
No tears are shed
The brooklets cease to flow

But ere long comes a day
with warm sunlight aglow
Bringing new life
and watching it grow


Grow, little flower
though nights are still so cold
Look toward the sun
Your fears to shun
Your story to be told

For the time has now come
as in ages ago
Your kind may now bloom
violet, crimson, and gold

Bloom

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Chipchop Intro BOMBSHELL BLITZ

A journey through fractured timelines and forgotten warnings — where old ghosts rise with new machines, and history loops like a broken riff.
This track moves between tension and release: awakening, resistance, the fog of propaganda, and the weight of a world that never learns.
Echoes of war, courage on treacherous seas, and the relentless question of what tomorrow brings.
A progressive tale for dark days — and for the hope that still flickers beneath them.
All in a summer's night fierce argument with my friends Andrea and Wilma, supporting Gaza.

Honored to host Lorenzo Miniero with his amazing solos and riffs.

https://lminiero.bandcamp.com/


LYRICS
While we look for the answers 
for a new nightmare unravelling
it’s incredible how we forgot
all the lessons from the past 
from a broken symmetry 
to hate and vengeance 
since the awakening of time and space 
to the lull of reason, and war, and genocide
we are called to resist for what lies within our reach 
showing thunder and light to an army of slothful ghosts

and the story goes on vacant words
for vacant screens 
from vacant minds
you tell me you want a fight 
you tell me you can’t help anymore
here it is, for both of you after months of challenge
the enemies walk in 
can’t imagine a better offer
at a stance distance their last resort is propaganda
weapons of the age 

and while we wait a new Dunkirk is on the way 
a peace fleet and the tyrant’s cruelty 
so much bravery
upon a peril and treacherous sea 
but bow to them stands the real abyss 
we dwell in the darkest of days 
when the sorrow of the past was a warning
and the signs were there to see 
we didn’t learn maybe 
we’ll never learn
until tomorrow