This is a collab, as we say in the biz as we say in the business. It features the compositional/arrangement/instrumental ‘chops’ of an old friend of mine in America and a recently recruited drummer of volkanik balkanik powah. No doubt he’s the MVP on this one, as Americans like to say.
Bit of a shoeshine music vibe but I don’t mind a little shuck n jive I bring it live…whatchu mean u didn’t know I wuz blaq?!
This one is a lot more polished—do you like puns—than my previous substack-music-charts-topping ‘offering’ (that nobody listened to). This is mostly because I didn’t attempt to play any of the instruments. All I did was come up with the words and ‘melody’ and sing it. Again I had to hurry amidst other responsibilities, so I did three takes and comped as best I could.
I mixed it myself. I think I did a pretty good job! No autotune! Sound quality is fairly low (mp3 192 mbps) but what do you expect for free. On the off-chance that you’d like to download, click on three horizontal dots next to fast forward, which you might find useful during lengthy Herbie Hancock style keyboard solo.
In line with my invariant ‘artistic’ policy of following rather than leading, lyrixxx swim with the ebbing current of ‘positive nihilism’ fashionable until about three years ago (I’m still down though!). No offence to my thousands of Christian paid subscribers intended; I’m not referencing your kind of priesthood…
If you don’t like/share/subscribe/comment/restack in adequate numbers I may well take it down in a fit of wounded pique.
In a week or so I wrap up award-winning reporting on Romanian elections!
Where your imagination
reaches its end
there they begin
renascent men
This land will yield more
than you meant to sow
Unseen and unknown
strong arms have grown
They despise your priesthood
They come to destroy
They howl like Achilles
at the walls of Troy
They laugh at your scolding
your doctrines of sin
They seek aristeia
in the sea-spray and wind
Brethren of the coast
Make way for the host
*Head Hunters tribute section*
Ten thousand sea-wolves
from Anglian shores
From Frisia and Gotland
ten thousand more
They invest the harbours
They march by the towns
The jacquerie's over
The city burns down
Brethren of the coast
Make way for the host
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