The Sound Of The Stream (Oct, 2015)

You Are Holy (Jan, 2016)

It came to me the other night
When I was in the bath
Floating in the bubble tub, stroking my beard 
and Gandalf staff

That the crazy band 
That we all know, 
and those two words we've all planted 
in cerebellum: seeds sown

One Direction, is that where we must go? 

And don't you be worrying about a New World Order.
When your whole damn brain is stuck in disorder 
and you're hanging around waiting for her to adore ya
or for him to waltz in and be your soldier

And the winter may be coming and it's getting colder
but the spring brings the sun and then the summer smolders
and in this mild november, where the world's been turning
and the people been crying, and we're tryna learning 
to prayfortheworld, hashtag prayfortheworld

but in all honesty, we got children trying to see 
their reflections, their understandings of their own sanity 
in the cold, bitter, irreflecting shade of barbed wire.

and we've all let this conspire
whilst we're chilling with our netflix, or we're moaning about our lipsticks
or we're disappointed at the price of the latest flicks
and we were seriously worried: about the size of our.... clicks.
on the web, and what we were doing, and in the same time, we were forgetting 
the truth looming: that we all need three things: 

food, shelter and water. and some have taken it in abundance, and in abundance
they have progressed, up Maslow's pyramid-shaped chest
and if you're actually being YourSelf
then your identity is lying to you
because without identity there is truth 
without fear there's no need for a phone booth
to call the cops, or a superhero.
Or to run from your belly of tearsssss-oooohhhh.


New World Order (Dec, 2015)

Because You, You are Golden. (x2)
And you are dissolving;
and you are frozen.

You Are Golden (Nov, 2015)

This is the final song of an Open Mic set at the Swan in Hampton Wick on the 22nd of March, 2016.

I called Tish up to the stage (an incredible guitarist); we looked at each other and agreed to just do something fresh on the spot. 

After, he told me he had used Kendrick Lamar's 'Bitch Don't Kill My Vibe' as an impetus. Cool. This is spontaneous combustion of human creativity. Have a listen... there's a big note at the end that I am proud of. 

Lyrics: 
sometimes 
i get so tired
I get so tired of this little old earth 
and so I like to go
so I'd like to go 
way up high 
way up (x5)
high

take me to the sky
You make me feel like I'm never gonna die
Make me feel like, all the tears, all the tears you cry
mean nothing
I wanna get so high

I've heard in all of my science lessons
when i was at school
those clouds
they're just water droplets 
dancing underneath the sun 

isn't that all we are
just clouds, floating on a star

i wanna get so high

how many of you think I'm just talking 'bout drugs?
getting trippy, 
getting parties with the town, 
ooo
---
in fact i like to dance without the booze
i like to sing the bluesss

i wanna get, get, get so high 


I don't wanna be there alone. 
Come on let's make it our home. 
They're never gonna stop us, no never, 
we got legs to run forever!

I wanna get high.. I wanna get high.. 
Wanna touch the sky.. 

and sometimes.. late at night.. I wake up in a fit of rage. 
But, I always remember, babe, that I can..
turn the page, 
i can turn the page
start a new chapter anyday
i wrote my own book, 
i am the author of my own life
don't give no shits, 
no, no, no time 
for all these players and their games, 
i'm here to tell you, i'm not here for fame. 

i said it before, everynight, i wanna get.. 
wanna get so high, never come down. 

wanna be a pyroclastic flow, coming down vesuvius you know,
rolling into pompeii, and cover everybody
in a vocal ash cloud

how about a little guitar solo now? 


I'd be nothing: without the strings underneath. 
And I'd be nothing: without the souls, on my shoes, underneath. 
And, Lord, I'd be nothing: without my lungs breathing. My lungs breathing. 
I wanna get so high. And I really hope you like it. 

"We made it up on the spot, cheers."

*laughter*


Bench: Swan Open Mic Freestyle, 22nd of March

Lyrics: 
i'm sure Heaven is pretty calm 
of course i still miss you 
and all of your charms 
your fingertips and your dry and parched lips
as you 
sip on the red drink that i have, 
that i have, made you 

oh Maryanne, oh Maryanne, 
along with my mother: 
taught me all a Woman can: do for Man

and i'm so happy that
i was a Snowboy 
in a West Side Story..
and on the night you died.. 
I was on stage. 
Just being me. 
And you became ohhh so free. 

oh Maryanne, oh Maryanne. 
I love you and remember you; 
whenever I can, 
whenever I can. 
When-ever I can. 
Whenever I can. 

oh, Maryanne. 

---

What are we? 
Are we clouds? 
Are we sounds? 
Are we vibrational, frequency?

Kanye West said it so simply to me; 
Probably leaves this song redundant?

Waves don't die!
I said: "Waves don't die!"
They just go on & on & on & on & on & on 
They go on & on & on & on (x2)
.. a little bit like this song, 

that I made in the moment, on Good Friday, 2016, for my Grandma, she left me, and I love her, and I tell her, that Old Mary, I need to know.. that the golden waves of her lifetime.. go On&on.. 

*on&on&on&on&on*

Vocal symphonies. 
TGI. 
Thank God Immediately.

--- 

outro



Maryanne > Waves (On&on) (April 10th, 2016)

Oh: fly.

Sound 2

Sound 1

River Thames

Have a listen to the sound. Starting out with roughly-recorded-acoustic jams. 

Usually spontaneous. Rarely unconscious. 
Always ravenous, chomping at the bit, like Lazarus. 
Astounding lyricist, with a lack of self-belief twist. 

Have a listen, and leave a comment.

Natur Nurtur

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