01: Rhapsody For Ourkind

RHAPSODY FOR OURKIND

By Whittinghame Water, from lint-soft bank,
Watching rain, could there have been just nothing?
Far better not to think a thing so deep,
Save focus for the stardust what we are,
Alighting stallions to brighter times –
Inside deadly marshes are we wander’d,
This existential crisis of an age,
These flailings of a fake democracy,
Sustaining manipulative systems
& corporate institutions hell-bent
On step-by-step destroying Human Rights
But hope remains – each fresh generation
Of conscientious, ecological
Citizens, holding singular aegis
Of putting Planet First, above all things,
Descry how votes for establish’d parties
Are signatures on the World’s death-warrant;
Let us reject the regret of hindsight,
The stakes have never been as high as this,
World! If we lose this one we lose it all!
& if enough of us believe in Change
Then Change must come, no roof shall stay these dreams,
When the next, new, novel evolution
Has never been been more vital for Ourkind.

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02: Of Bards & Druids

OF BARDS  & DRUIDS

Pendragon sword, Lord Ollamh of the North,
Returns in testing times, the Arts demand
Embroidering six colours into words
While contemplating Hoo’s expanding wings,
Variegated unto royalty;
Whenever signs & omens overwear
Across the mossy-dappl’d turf we rise,
Heaving our hearts up raggy heathermoors
Sat before the very vaults of Heaven
Above the kerbside hopes of Human youth
Upended as if brawlers roll’d a cart
Upon itself, & scatter’d dreams like fruit
Whose are the hands which bend the axle’s truth
Whose are the boots which crush the fruits to pulp?
The answers are brave truths to understand,
Tho’ some ken scatter’d portions well enough,
To place each piece together from the pile,
& make the puzzle whole is how I’ll go
& how I’ll sing my song, no tender lay
Of love is this, but heed my Druid Call;
The mistletoe is paling on the oak,
But if our caring hearts bind in one fold,
There’s nothing on this Earth we cannot do,
To save our home from ruin’s rough demand!

03: Visualizing Truth

VISUALIZING TRUTH

As Gallileo’s ears were sent twitching,
By Flemish invention, but understood
‘Twas founded on science of perspective,
Making a magnificent instrument
With magnification of one times ten,
When, from the top of the Campanile,
Spying lamps hung on ships two hours away,
He turn’d his magic eyeglass to the moon
Saw comet-splatter’d surface uneven,
Deep chasms & vast protuberances,
So swung his piece to pierce the trailing stars,
O what a beautiful sight to behold!
The first on Earth to feel persuasive truth;
Galaxy myriads, Jupiter’s moons,
Portraiting proof Coepernicus correct,
The Third Reality replaced by truth
But churchmen, fearing for their merchandise,
Defamed the pair blasphemers, fled the face
Of God, belying understanding;
Let us self-int’rested agendas
Identify, when with a global sweep,
We’ll turn our apparatus on the skies
Penetrate universal deceptions
Find moons of cool integrity & truth.

SONG 1: OVERTURE

OVERTURE

What has been may be again: another Homer, & another Virgil, may possibly arise from those very causes which produced the first
John Dryden

***

It’s the return of the Damo
That’s my name, yo!
See I’m back & acting the same
Y’all miss’d me
I’ve been wand’rin’ the streets
Hittin’ on beats hunting treats
That’ll funk up mi disco
It’s a party so lets go
All the cats who’ve been bangin’ to techno
Let go, there’s a fresh way to dance
Making old-fashion’d moves in yer groovy new pants

Oo-ah, let’s dance like nineteen seventy-five
Oo-ah, girls don yer make-up & shape up
Oo-ah, let’s dance like nineteen seventy-nine
Oo-ah, its time to shake up & wake up

To the T to the I to the N-K-Y
To the D to the I to the S-C-O
To the T to the I to the N-K-Y
To the, to the, to the – HIT IT DAMO

Cos Im back & I’m whack
& I’m always bouncing back the attack
Cos its all about feeling
Not the daily lives the bankers are stealin’

Psyche up for the twenty-first century
Men & women are the same
It started with a terror plane
That went off with a bang
But now I’ve got my freedom in
I cannot help but reasoning
Disco sang of better days
We’re gonna spin that shit again

Its the return of the hindsight
It’s a gunfight
Whether you be a man, woman or transvestite
We’re one Human Race, sharing one space
On the face of a phantom beauty
But that’s in jeopardy
Socialise, realise for the remedy
Energy, there’s a new way to act
Deconstruct the Transvaal, the cabal counteract

Oo-ah, let’s dance like nineteen seventy-five
Oo-ah, girls don yer make-up & shape up
Oo-ah, let’s dance like nineteen seventy-nine
Oo-ah, its time to shake up & wake up

To the T to the I to the N-K-Y
To the D to the I to the S-C-O
To the T to the I to the N-K-Y
To the, to the, to the – HIT IT DAMO

Psyche up for the twenty-first century
Men & women are the same
It started with a terror plane
That went off with a bang
But now I’ve got my freedom in
I cannot help but reasoning
Disco sang of better days
We’re gonna live those days again

Don’t forget those kick-ass basslines…

I’m the Dee Double Bee, that’s me,
I aint your normal form of MC
I’m a true groovebuster Voodoo Chile
Tryin’ to make the isle of Jamaica smile

& the way she plays in the glade
Sippin’ white wines & lemonade
Electric spritzer fits her poise
Rip it up Al, lets make some noise

We’re Scotland’s top hip-hop outfit
Lyrical bandit doing my bit
Musical genius jamming geetah
Here’s the New Truth wherever you are

04: From Lofty Vantage

FROM LOFTY VANTAGE

If we gaze on the Earth from high Heaven,
None would ever see pensweeps, dipp’d in blood,
Delineate imperial carve-ups,
Only nautral patchworks of terrain,
But Humans conjure borders in our minds,
The Us & Them mentality still thrives,
Implemented by richer nation states
Creating ghetto countries to exploit,
Exacerbate demeritocracy!
Flagellants, seeking opportunities,
Seen via TeeVee’s kapital trappings,
Try mortgaging age-old family farms,
Raising unfair funds to sit in freezers
Attach’d to trucks’ containers at Calais,
Sending family group-texts before ice
Seizes lungs, hardening heartpulse bloodflow;
While elsewhere in this global apartheid,
Others overload in Libyan dinghies,
Rapidly sinking to the bawl of tears,
It is the poor who maturate the rich,
Enabling children in the Western malls
To choose the choicest chain-chomps in t-shirts,
While gaggles of gargoyles, downtown Mumbai,
Drool cold hunger into well-lit windows.

05: Mass Media Manipulation

MASS MEDIA MANIPULATION

Possession of the truth no longer stands
In the people’s hands, but with liars’ lies
Big business distorts perceptions of truth
To undermine democracy, disgrace
Which dreams up ever more terrible schemes
To influence our thoughts & behaviours
Propaganda’s daily inculcations
Evil infiltrating populations
With falsehoods, creating utter chaos
Assaulting every aspect of our lives
Normalizing the worsening of lives!
Planting hate-triggers into angry guts
Whose dull, fat maggots, burrow into hearts,
Restrict individual faculties
Dividing unbreakable families
Moulds spiritless, enervated beings
Even the so-call’d intelligentsia
Lousy with indoctrinated lurgy
Tows government lines, never objecting
Policies accepts unquestioningly
Forgetting or just choosing to ignore
That unless reality rooted
Beliefs & opinions never truths,
For truth is eternal, immutable!

 

06: The Current Crisis

THE CURRENT CRISIS

Blasted by banal consumerism
An ignorant & uncultured public
Enters its darkest hour, we are embroil’d
In destructions unprecedented, see
Ecosystems collapsing, seas poison’d,
Biodiversity annhialate;
Wildfires, superstorms, famine, drought & dust
Fresh water disappearing overnight
The Amazon is burning every night!
Humanity addicted to vaccines
That renders their humanity void!
Too overwork’d to even think a thought
Outwith narrated mainstream agendas –
They wish to make us animals, to strip
Our human rights, thro’ crises justified
By lies, to rearrange reality,
Such are those unfathomable evils
That sail the flooding oceans of fake news
When social media’s viral instance
Makes first impressions in the vital flash,
Poisoning national conversations
Assulting truth like mad, castrated bulls,
But like the matadors against the beast
When tyrants charge the world, stand firm & strong!

 

SONG 2: LOVE THE PLANET

LOVE THE PLANET

The power which has increased therefore is the power of the rich. The name and office of king is merely the mask of this power, and is a kind of stalking-horse used to conceal these ‘catchers of men’, whilst they lay their nets.
PB Shelley

***

Drowning islands, blood red diamonds
Sniper silence, it’s all the same
Sighing Parthenon, dying Amazon
She cryin’ now she gone, we’re all to blame

Love the planet (save her)
Love the planet
She the only one we got

Children’s hunger pang, dead orangatang
We’ll go off with a bang, still in our youth
God got no halo, she lyin’ down below
Mother Gaia know the simple truth

Love the planet (save her)
Love the planet
She the only one we got x 3

Many people fear we must dissapear
(Melt away) Like a candle
Look upon the earth calculate its worth
(Everyday) it’s a scandal

Love the planet (save her)
Love the planet
She the only one we got
We gotta save her
She the only one we got
Who is the bravest
She the only one we got
To be our saviours
She the only one we got…

07: Terra Mater

TERRA MATER

The next time you pass blossoming peach trees,
Pause, & wonder on the significance
Of beauty, let her thy deity be,
Terra Mater of the di selecti,
Her hair the elementum that is Earth,
Her ringlets cornucopias of fruit,
Canteloupe gorgeousness, this gemmy sphere
Invites the eyes to stray yonder corners
Of all we know, or rather told to know,
Like… electric cars are too expensive
& other such guff – let us count the ways
To save ourselves; first step, animation,
Next, appreciation of Mother Earth,
To cultivate her leads a pious life,
Sole survivors of the lines of Saturn,
We walk through forests to sing her praises
She kisses us when we start recycling!
Commencing our days with cereal rites
Beyond the enervation let us stand,
As if fire alarms all across the World
Went off in cacophonies together!
Rewilding ravaged nature we can forge,
Without her we are sterile, infertile,
Existless in a listless dirge of dust.

08: Courting Apocalypse

COURTING APOCALYPSE

Woven carpet sweats on a cold-stone floor
In Ecuador, once famous with colour,
Today only its threadbare fade display’d,
To the mantle trampl’d by manky feet,
Such objects are Our Planet’s grave warning,
Observe Calypso’s temple on Gozo
Eroded more in seventy summers
Than four thousand previous; sea-rims rise,
Threatening Venice & the ancient Fens,
Gorgeous Cape Flora by ogres depos’d,
The poor Great Barrier Reef falls asleep –
Meanwhile industry keeps turning, turning;
Deforestation, fossil fuels burning,
Churning in toxic cauldrons in the skies
Prodigious floods, intensifying droughts,
Devastating wildfires, withering storms,
Are like a malign tumor’s first sharp slap –
High-level international discourse
Agrees to only lower emissions
But World! These must be halted for to save
Ourselves from damage unprecedented,
Permanent, irrevocable changes,
We won this world as we deserv’d this world,
Being noble beings, but not to fight
For this world, earns us the world we deserve…