Art – Page 2 – George Blamey-Steeden

SINK OR SWIM; SWIM OR SINK

On the horizon just a ‘dot’. In an over full craft refugees risk their lives for a new homeland.
I hope they made it here. A pity I couldn’t get close-ups.

‘Rule Britannia is out of bounds, To my mother, my dog, and clowns’ – Bowie

In seven months their world blew up
In seven days it ends
In seven hours they’ll be nothing left
Not an enemy nor a friend

In seven minutes they’ll sink or swim
Will they live or will they die?
Sink or swim, swim or sink
Will today be their last goodbye?

Shaven heads, beer bellied, white skinned trash
All xenophobes make double sure
“They’ll get no welcome here today
Their skin don’t match our colour”

A sandy beach and safety
Paradise for a lost Syrian
A home bombed flat, no future there
Facing oblivion

The xenophobes don’t give a damn
They can’t see that race hatred’s wrong
They don’t know their ‘ass from a hole in the ground’
A Randy Newman song

The Border Force helicopter spots them. I hope they’re on the refugee’s side.

All goes quiet, for now.

A Zoolon song. A mini protest. I hope you enjoy;

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A MERMAID IN A FISH TANK

I’m a question not an answer
You’re a bullet not a gun
Disaster after disaster
Like a shadow on the run

You’re a mermaid in a fish tank
On a shelf against a wall
I’m the wizard without a magic wand
But I don’t care at all
Because in the dead of the night
I think about tomorrow
In the dead of the night
I trash my dreams of yesterday
In the dead of the night
Outside the locked doors of sorrow
I save my songs for another rainy day

All the pics here were taken in a place called Samphire Hoe, Kent. It’s a 30-hectare site at the foot of Shakespeare Cliff and was created from 4.9 million cubic metres of chalk marl dug to create the Channel Tunnel. A great place for scenery, peace and quiet, walks, wildflowers, birds and sea-angling.

I really don’t like it when someone takes sneaky pics of me – like this one from a few days ago before the storms. I’m posting this to win a dare. I look as miserable as sin, when all I was doing was having a think about how on earth did the line ‘you’re a mermaid in a fish tank’ arrive and ended up stuck inside my head.

I thought I’d give the new instrumental another outing while I’m still working on my new songs. It’s called ‘Herodotus’. I hope you enjoy;

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SCARS

‘The Long Climb’

The worst scars we have live inside our head
Worst scars don’t run and hide, they follow us to bed
A scar can be a memory of something you didn’t need to say
A scar can be mistaken words you should have chucked away

‘An Enlarged Pic From The Harbour – In The Distance There Is France‘

One time, some place, somehow we lost ourselves that day
Looking forward, moving backward, that’s the price we had to pay
The scars last for ever and nothing goes as planned
And although the game is over, we’re still watching from the stand

Time for some music, an instrumental, ‘Bread & Jam’ I wrote just to have a bit of fun with a guitar. I hope you enjoy;

Now one of my favourite artists called AURORA and her beautifully weird performance for the her song ‘Winter Bird’.

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MEMORIES INSPIRE

For you I’d write a new song
Memories of you, they still inspire
I’d wrap it up in harmony
Get it delivered by a classical choir

For you I’ll set the world on fire
And given half a chance
Watch you rip the fancy wrapping
And through the storm clouds watch you dance

I walked for miles across the sand dunes
Thinking all the time
Of new melody and good words to write
And prayed to Apollo that they would rhyme

I shut myself away some place
That wasn’t near nor far
Looked up at the night sky
Fixed on you, the brightest star

Today an old number – a demo yet to be remixed one day. It’s a song composed at uni a while back. It’s called ‘Ballerina Dancing’. I hope you enjoy;

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‘WHATEVER’

I sent you a letter
You wanted a song
The words didn’t add up
You knew all along

You looked back over your shoulder
Looked back at the sea
Was that for effect
Or a last memory?

All smiles for the romancers
Black looks for good
Ignoring the needy
The misunderstood

You were wearing a blindfold
Put a jigsaw together
Kind of a miracle
Though you just sighed and said “Whatever”

A song from my ‘Forgotten Daughter of Zeus’ album called ‘Decider’. I hope you enjoy;

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A NEW MOON NEVER LIES

A Zoolon aside: I took a few pics of the Royal Military Canal running through the town of Hythe just up the coast from me the other day. I’d often wondered what the purpose of the canal was/is. I checked out its history. It runs 28 miles more or less parallel to the sea and was built as a defence against invasion during the Napoleonic Wars with France (1793 – 1815). Work started on 30 October 1804. Digging took just 22 months but the canal was not finished and ready for service until 1812. By then the French Navy had been defeated at the Battle of Trafalgar (1805) and there was no longer any threat of invasion – which makes it a bit pointless, yet not totally pointless as the canal is now a great habitat for wildlife especially in summer when it comes alive with patrolling dragonflies, noisy Marsh Frogs and Kingfishers – not that I saw any that day.

There’s a new star in the heavens
I saw her with my two eyes
She’s going to outdo Mars and Jupiter
That comes as no surprise

When you look up at the night sky
You’ll see she’s wearing a flower disguise
That’s what the new moon told me
And a new moon never lies

‘A New Star in the Sky’

If she’ll have me, one day I’ll travel with her
Give Earth my last goodbyes
Seeking sanctuary like a refugee
In a new land, a new sunrise

Here’s my song ‘Calibre’. I hope you enjoy;

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PLACES THEY HAD BEEN STRANGERS IN

In a sentence on a comment on my blog the romantic, smexy style author Shehanne Moore had written the words ‘Places they had been strangers in’. I really like that line. It tells a hundred stories. Kindly, she told me I could use it. That’s just what I did. If you don’t know her blog I recommend you check it out – it even has talking hamsters. Anyhow, here’s the beginnings of a lyric;

Places they had been strangers in
Places where they could start again
Thinking of the now and then
They close their eyes and count to ten

Yesterday, long after midnight
In a bedroom full of bright moonlight
He found he had no words to write
Found he’d lost his appetite

She’d left behind her coat and cat
Her front door key and old straw hat
How the hell she forgot that
No good ever comes of tit-for-tat

Tomorrow’s smiles a sure win-win
He plays his guitar to her mandolin
Yesterday’s slanging match no mortal sin
Just places they had been strangers in

Here’s my song ‘Solely About You’. I hope you enjoy;

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THE INVISIBLE UNDEAD

I was up on the cliffs again, this time checking out a place called The Redoubt. I like the emptiness up there. I even got a few words together after the visit, but first I better tell you about the place and its hauntings.

“The Redoubt is a fortress that was later reinforced with caponiers in the 1860s to counter the perceived threat of invasion by Napoleon III. It was home and workplace to the regiments of the British Army for over 150 years. A great many soldiers died here. This place was the scene of tragedy. It is these circumstances which are believed to be the root cause of hauntings.

We could not have found a more clinically pure venue to investigate with no other access available, no passing persons, no wildlife, no insecure doors or windows and no interference from power or light sources yet we encountered a host of unexplained noises from the loud and forcible to the quiet and serene. Light sources were not always explainable. Drafts and feelings were explainable.

What are we left with? A number of totally unexplained noises in a building that had no facility to make them on its own.”

Source: Ghost Connections

Next, my words – perhaps the beginnings of a lyric for a song sometime.

In the darkness you can hear them
The ones who never got away
Blood on chalk, pain then death
But the soul, it don’t decay

They sing the ballad of the unnamed soldier
When the Sun has gone to bed
They won’t be going home again
The invisible undead

Lost love, lost limbs and broken hearts
From fighting in a war
The blackness is their prison now
Locked up behind an unlocked door

You’ll hear them, never see them
If you ever pass by their clifftop cell
The invisible undead, the invisible undead
Outside the gates of Hell

Music wise, the closest I can get to the Invisible Undead is a piece of sound art I made a few years back called ‘March of The Dead’. I hope you enjoy;

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THAT DAY CAN’T COME TOO SOON

‘Morning Sun on hottest English day’

Nothing matters this side of midnight
When fading shadows go chase the moon
I hope one day you’ll understand that
That day can’t come too soon

‘Empty Bar, Red-hot Day’

I captured visions of the blackness
Two dimensions are fine by me
Up above hidden stars are restless
Until the dawn put pay to their destiny

‘Cruiser with no place to cruise’

The clouds are resting some place
Sad shadows never reached the moon
The Sea God sacked all of his white horses
The sun a terminal hot air balloon

‘Pigeon Hotel’

Nothing matters this side of midnight
When fading shadows go chase the moon
I hope one day you’ll understand that
That day can’t come too soon

Here’s an odd thing – especially so for an instrumental. I got advised that this piece, ‘The Forgotten Daughter of Zeus’, the title track on an album of mine, got thirty-one plays in The States in just a couple of hours last Thursday. Ultra odd. With that in mind here it is. I hope you enjoy;

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ONLY THE WINNERS RUN WILD

A Zoolon aside: In 55 BC Julius Caesar and his Roman army turned up in Dover ready to invade Britain. However, Caesar overlooked the cliffs from which the locals were lobbing giant boulders down at him. Thinking to himself, ‘I don’t need this’ and without a Plan B he gave the invasion a miss. Yet a year later in 54 BC he solved the problem by landing at a sandy beach up the coast – the rest is straight roads and history.

A day in the death of the soldier
A dream in the life of the child
Maybe, before the war he should have told her
Only the winners run wild

The water mirror meets reality

Listen to the west wind serenade you
From the east you’ll hear a symphony
Big man’s deaf ears are out to betray you
To the percussion of the battlefield timpani

Tomorrow is another day

A day in the lost life of the unnamed soldier
A nightmare for the fatherless child
Sad days as you never got to hold her
Hold your breath, only the winners run wild

Only the Winners Run Wild

‘Tick Tock’ a song from my ‘Pigeons Are Switzerland’ album. I hope you enjoy;

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