29 April 2020

Do you read me?

Do you read me?
Do you read me?

I'm trying to reach you right now
I need to break out somehow

Caught in a cage, hate the jailer
I keep myself trapped safe, a saviour
But even on my best behaviour
I know I wont get air to savour

So I'm sending an SOS
Save our sanity, nothing less
I'm cranking up the ol' wireless
Cause my wires are caught in a mess

They call me radar, don't you know
All my messages echo
Send some 'hi's when I'm low
Answer, answer, don't say no

Don't worry, I'm not annoyed
Throwing e-bottles to the void
Some get cracked or get destroyed
Some'll bob, some are buoyed

A whole minute has now parted
Since my message first departed
Don't you leave me brokenhearted
Oh....we've started

Do you read me?
Do you read me?


Inspiration is the ever-dope Aesop Rock: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N1iUN-J-lSs

22 April 2020

Planets dont think

Planets don't think
Planets don't feel
But the planet's on the brink
Of a threat that's real

Is it astounding that in all of humanity
We have uncovered some simply remarkable philosophy
The intricacies of our symphonies are sumptuous to sample
But a mystery that's mist to me is mostly this example

How could we humans, who we agree are filled with cultures
Not realise or hypothesise that we are simply vultures
We make towers with rocks and flowers that are not ours to flex our powers
Without question or confession for this obsession to remould earth and it's possessions
Though some seek to shine a light on the finite-ness of our plight
We amplify and deify those who mystify this fight

We need to understand that we are guests (at best) of this land
That terra firma will rotate ever further even if it is unmanned
An argument with rocks is not a virtuous debate
I fear some folk wont stop to listen until the clock ticks too late

Planets don't think
Planets don't feel
Humanity is on the brink
And we don't believe it's real

15 April 2020

Echoes

We are all essentially echoes
Reflecting what we receive
Amplifying, dampening
Creating a sonic weave

But we are not simply walls
Echoing each and every sound 
It would be a noisy world indeed
If we repeated every word we found

Some vibrations from years past
Still echo in your voice today
Others have been lost
Once strong, now faded away

Once, twice, a few times
The echos may combine
Forming echoes which seem new
The recipe, sublime

You are not a passive echo
As if selecting tools, not toys
Together, we can resonate
and be echoes of more than noise



8 April 2020

I don't know what to say

I don't know what to say
I don't know what to do
But I don't feel so helpless
Because I believe in those that do

Those that walk our barren streets each day
To do work that is essential
Those trying to take on this new disease
Make me reverential

I recognise the years they spent
Before this fight even started
Learning all that they could learn
So that the advice they've now imparted

Can keep safer those that stack our shelves
Those that struggle to care for themselves
Those manning the wards on the frontlines
The necessary workers who never used to make headlines

In a world of hearsay and false prophets
It's good to acknowledge your ignorance
So that the advice that does break through
Is the advice backed by evidence

I don't know what to say
I don't know what to do
But I don't feel so helpless
Because I believe in those that do

1 April 2020

When the history books are written

When the history books are written
That tell the tales of today
Do you ever wonder
What those books will say?

Right now, we get to choose
To make a tough decision
Will the future celebrate us
Or treat us with derision?

Let us weave a tale
Not of ego nor of vice
But rather of our kindness
And of our small sacrifice

How this point in time
Starts a chapter that changed us to our core
How for crises in the future
We would work together more

I do not know how long
The present day will last
But I know that we are strong
If we choose to stand fast

The world seems full of darkness
Humanity can be its light
But only if we set aside our issues
And, together, make things right 



Written near the start of the Corona virus outbreak in the UK