Monday, 28 March 2011

The Ruins of Cezerans

Broken stone testaments to lives lived up here before
Quite simply put the men were called up for the war
With the lure of the city money, the hardship of the land
This village became deserted now it's houses barely stand

Broken roofs, moss covered, fallen walls in thorny briars
Tall trees have crashed down upon where once were family fires
A sense of melancholy, a bitter taste of loss
Neon lights invited but what was the true cost?

Oh, the Ruins of Cezerans
Oh, the Ruins of Cezerans

The winter times in the mountains were known to be severe
Bears and Wolves were still around which brought it's own weight of fears
People worked the sunlight hours, their only food came from the land
Turnip soup with nettles and no electricity's helping hand

Taxed by distant ministries, oppression stories rich feeding on poor
Their animals, land and dwellings were what these families lived for
I recall their times to live again in rhyme
Wonder at their tenacity, would have loved to have shared their wine

Oh, the Ruins of Cezerens
Oh, the Ruins of Cezerans

I touch the crafted masonry and silent spirits move
Cobwebs of a former time that instil a sombre mood
Yet I also see them joyous when harvest time did bring
Food for all their children, I can almost hear their voices sing

But a persistant state of misery a sad and stifled pain
Hangs here in the forest, comes once again like rain
If I could lift that sorrow like I lift this stone
Build from all our yesterdays a way that is worth going

Oh, the Ruins of Cezerans
Oh, the Ruins of Cezerans

!!Calling Captain Okano!!

A Pok O' Lips was born at 20:12
That's twelve past eight in the evening
We scattered my Mother as Fukushima blew
March the Tenth in the morning (English Time)

Sunspots pulled the magma beneath the
Techtonic plates in the Pacific
We saw the tsunami on the TV and
It looked really horrific

Are we looking through a bleak portal of doom?
At a radio-active future?
Is technology really killing us
Or will we do something new yeah?

Planet Earth is hurtling back in time
Back to the womb she was born in
Got to get in rhythm with the mighty cosmic core
We're heading straight into a strange old door!



Calling out to the Rainbow Tribe
Calling across the ocean
Calling over from Britain to Japan
Can you feel this emotion?

Centering in on a prayer to heal
Straight to the heart of the problem
Music is love that can transform poison
Music is making a difference

How can we tell our nuclear industry
Is is just not that easy
We got to deal with the toxic waste
The death-cloud radiation pollution

Music is sharing a vision space
Over the oceans between us
Centre on sending a prayer of love
A transformative solution


Captain Okano I believe you
when you say so truly to me
Music can heal the land of Japan
So let's make this Rainbow because we can

There is no Japanese word for 'crisis'
'Great opportunity' is what you say
Let us go for that one right now
We will show the world to find out how

There are people from all the nations
Sending their prayer to you now
All those nations got their own Starship problems
I know a Dala-Man who can help

Astral Field Wing Commander Dave Goodman
Orbits nearby in his Mandala Spaceship
We follow his vision, these are his words:
"Music can help heal the Earth!"



Up on the hill there's still a wolftrap
Sheep in a deep hole, Wolf he jump right in
He can't get out and they stick him with spears and arrows
That's the way to deal with him

Chorus:(between each stanza)

Wolfman calling from a primaeval view
Wolfman is howling inside of you

Wolf is fear, Wolf is danger
Wolf will kill you in the middle of the night
But there's another side to the story
Wolf has his own sense of what is right

Deep in mythic story telling
Wolf is going to gobble you up
But there are people who have mingled
Wolves can accept you if you smell like them

If they get our scent of blood
Then we are his meat my friend believe me
If spilling blood is is our daily thing then
We had better watch out or we will be their tea

Wolves can keep you safe from danger
They very clever they could save your skin
They love their family, Wolves are loyal but you
Gotta be careful who eats which bit of meat!

Up on the hill there's still a Wolftrap
Sheep in a deep hole and he jump right in
He can't get out and they stuck him with spears and arrows
Is that the way to deal with him?

Saturday, 12 March 2011

Poison in the Water

Back down the corridor of power
There echoes that ghostly hour
When atomic technology came to this land
Flouride it was used, the essential key
To process the elements
Uranium to Plutonium
For bombs you see

And so the plot was complete and not withstanding hazards
Radiation came in a second rung to flouride's toxic challenge

No one knew what it did so tests were arranged
On unsuspecting citizens of Newburg, New York State

The authorities must have been pleased they kept a secret file
And to allay people's fears they gave them another picture
They said 'essential nutrient', it's so good for your health
You need it in the water, which we will do forthwith

But what was it that was hid was someone telling lies?
Though people raised their voice to ask they were vilified
The tests they were arranged and certain people paid
It seems that these tests have been going on for decades

Now it is declassified which means we get to know
And it seems someone's motives were stooping very low
They said it was so good for you but that was not the truth
Your teeth fall out your bones just rot
And all with scientific proof

It's poison fumes a toxic waste a corrosive rat-killer
It accumulates slow so tyou don't know
It's bad for brains and livers

The list goes on and on and on but nearly noone knows
And as there's been a cover-up I hope that it's exposed


So our trust turns to rust
This we must
Tell our sons
Tell our daughters
There's poison in the water

The nuclear dawn has spawned such a deadly tide
But what shall we do, keep it all inside?
Or sing and dance and act about
Those who lost their teeth
Or children who grow up with bones as brittle sticks
Deformed by toxins in the things we eat and drink
Shall we survive if we accept the lies of this deceit

It may seem stark it may seem mad and that there's no good news
But we can make the world we want only if we choose
Whatever is the cost what could be the regret
To try and live our lives to clean up this hateful mess

And even now respectable responsible people in power
The ones we have grown up to trust keep this flouride myth alive
It's doctors, dentists . statesmen, the ones in the know
Don't ask me why but they conspire to put flouride in the flow
And at what cost this act who do they think they are
If this is good authority then maybe they can go
Because if you poison the people, you'll make them very made
Do we accept docility or decide that we've been had

But that's not all
That was many years ago

Nowadays we get the scrapings from the chimneys
The carbon phosphate fertiliser industry
And this is what kind of flouride that gets to us today

And is it all for the sake of little children's dental care
I think not it is put there to dull and tame our brains
Just think of the e-numbers even you know aspartame is bad
Just think of all the industry making bucks off our complacency
But I know we are the healers I tell you the truth

So if there's any truth in this then maybe someone knows
And if there's been a cover-up then let's make sure that it's exposed

Flouride in the water
Poison in the water

Friday, 11 March 2011

Grass Song

If you are a poor boy and you got no place to go
I'll show you more things than you'll ever know
If you are a poor girl and you got no friends at all
I'll give you more friends than you'll ever know
All I ask is that our love begins to grow
Answer is that there's no problem at all

Young girl in the field and she's looking for some grass
To feed her guinea, her guinea pig
Ain't she like that lady in the poem we did back at school
Lady Oenone, that was her name
She had a love but like leaves he blew away
Could have saved Paris anytime but years of sufforing held her right at bay
Golden Apples what you say, better leave it till another day
Greed and need for the wrong things don't make it anyway my way

That it was an accident made it no easier for either his or her own parents
He in youth's unseasoned freedom saw not what they were on about
Because he'd mistrusted her
He'd only lusted her anyway
Silver bracelets on the shelf the nails he had knocked into himself
Beware beware was what he said, I watched the disease grow in his head

To you whom I sing this song outloud and for you whom it may concern
It's not that it's always so good but that it's always as it should be
Mirrors to our lives are shining high above our sheltered selves
I can't show you how to live your lives, only you can tell.

this song was written in the first half of 1984, after mesmerising myself with the guitar motif looking out of my parents window at Round Ball Hill in Honiton Devon. It is referring quite loosley to events going around me. The voice in the first verse was never supposed to be me speaking as me. On consideration now, it is the song itself that claims to bestow the gifts of wisdom and friendship.

Thursday, 3 March 2011