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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DECISION NHS

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‘The Decision by Dzaet’


The doctor had to make a decision. Would it be the bloke who needed treatment for his cancer or the woman at the wrong end of COVID-19? The hospital was in overflow. Only one of the pair would get any treatment. Only the doctor could choose who.


She needed to think. She went outside the hospital. In the car park she took her last coin out of her pocket. Heads the bloke gets his treatment. Tails the women does. Both patients are 50/50 in terms of surviving. She flips her coin in the air. It lands on the grill of a drain and disappears. Splosh. She doesn’t have another coin.


Who makes the decision?
Who spells out the case
For who dies or who gets cured?
Which one will she erase?


Someone had to be castaway. The doctor’s dilemma. Here’s my song, ‘Castaway’. I hope you enjoy.


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THE YEAR OF THE RAT

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‘Artwork by Misslyka’


During WWII, Winston Churchill was asked to cut arts funding in favour of the war effort, he simply replied, ‘Then what are we fighting for?’ It’s a shame that that turned out to be false news. He never said it. Even so, it’s a great line for the current crisis in the world of art and fits like a glove for all the art genres suffering because of the worldwide lockdown right now. At times like this it seems art and artists are playing second fiddle to the invisible zombie infection we’re living through.


Musicians are a good example. With the music industry dead in the water because of the corona virus lockdown and my rainy day alternative businesses being dependent on being in places where crowds once gathered but are now closed down, I’m thinking what’s the point?  Then again, I keep telling myself that dark days ought to be creative days. The two go hand in hand. Maybe that’ll work for me soon. I’m hoping it will simply because when composing I never think about money, or, as of now, a lack of it.


I’m also hoping all artists of all genres hang in there best they can. Bad times arrived too soon and will last too long.


The year of corona, the year of the rat
Just like in the Black Death, check out the stat
Selfishness, stupidity and greed we combat
A pity we can’t rename this year, the year of the cat


2021 the year of the ox
The dead now all scattered or in some wooden box
The rebirth of music, musicians, no more shocks
We’ll sing our hearts out for anything, anything that rocks


I guess my song ‘What Remains’ fits the mood today. It’s from my ‘The Pigeons Are Switzerland’ album. I hope you enjoy;


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8TH MAY 1945

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‘CLEVER ARTWORK FROM HUFF POST UK’


This year represents 75 years since WW2 in Europe ended, freedom was restored, fascism was defeated and both my now dead granddads got to get back home to the land they’d left behind. Without those two men I wouldn’t exist.


LET THEIR NAMES BE SHOUTED OUT


Let the ghosts of soldiers travel light
Through the gravestones and the moonless night
Till they make it back to the home they left behind


Let their memory persist
And never be dismissed
The price of freedom never undermined


Let their names be shouted out
From here, there and all throughout
The liberated lands of human kind


Forget them and their history
Then there was no glorious victory
Just wasted tombstones standing in a line


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I think I’ll adapt this one into a song. Right now my song ‘All Winter Long’ is the closest to capturing the emotions of dark days left behind. I hope you enjoy;


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SUMMER DIED ON A SATURDAY

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It’s good to be back. First some words and pics, then a brand new composition – a pre-release from the new album that should hopefully be out there come December. It’s an electronic instrumental called ‘Summer Died on a Saturday’. I hope you enjoy.

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SCORCHED LYRICS

Summer died on a Saturday

She was always heading for a fall

A rosebud in a cloak of thorns

No fuss, eyes shut, no curtain call

 

Through the window of addiction

A cloudy glass impediment

A crumbling headstone, premature?

Just tough luck or heaven sent?

 

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Goodbye to all that’s gone before

I keep memories of you under lock and key

You left me wanting so much more

 

Next the new composition;

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AGED 19

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I’d just started blogging last year when I first posted a piece about The Étaples Military Cemetery in the Pas-de-Calais department of Northern France. The Cemetery stands on the former site of a vast military hospital complex used by the Allies during the First World War. Being away from the frontline trenches the military hospital was relatively safe from enemy land attacks. The hospital could cope with up to 20,000 casualties at any one time.

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Given that we are so close to Remembrance Day I thought a reprise was in order. I was 20 when I visited the Cemetery. There were rows and rows of graves that simply gave a name and an age, ‘Aged 19’. It was food for thought and reflection. The gravestones seem to speak. They told me how lucky I was.

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The song itself remains a demo version, nothing more. Just a simple experiment of possible styles of composition and construction. That’s all. It’s what the song’s about that’s important. Nothing else. I won’t post the whole lyric, although there is a link to the song itself that still sits on my old SoundCloud.

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AGED 19

On that day I saw a thousand graves

They all said ‘Aged 19’

Wall to wall white marble stone

Stood on grass so green

They went on for miles

As far as I could see

Relics of remembrance

A cosmic storm’s debris

 

Were they just a band of brothers or just a band of lonely ghosts?

What was good is now on the edge of being the most obscene

It’s a lonely road to travel when you are so young

Where did it all go so wrong? Could it have been foreseen?

Guess that it hardly matters now

When the stones say ‘Aged 19’

Battles fought and lives all lost

Or something in between?

This unholy

Heaven’s door

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https://soundcloud.com/george-blamey-steeden/aged-19

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ZOOLON’S SCANDINAVIAN ‘NOIR’

HIDDEN BENEATH

HIDDEN
Flesh & bone under water
Soul flying away
Which will be reborn?
No one can say

Is she in the dark river
Or lost to the sea?
Only the ghost knows
The ghost that is she

Staying with the ‘dark’ theme, here’s a new piece of music I’ve composed, aimed at the Scandinavian ‘Noir’ Murder TV/film market. It’s titled ‘Hidden Elsewhere’ and will also be on my forthcoming album, out soon. I hope you enjoy;

https://soundcloud.com/zoolon/hidden-beneath

Below, the link to my ‘Dream Rescuer’ album;

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WHAT NEXT?

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Today, was the day a statue grew out of my head, and all the while the police were waiting, patiently waiting in the background, to arrest the mutant that was me.

WHAT NEXT?

I was lost somewhere in life’s whirlpool,

Drowning in a sea of sweet dreams,

Somehow rescued, I looked all around me,

Saw a mystifying place that I’d never been,

So bright, full of light, I was blinded,

Needed darkness, more than ever that day,

The blackness of a womb, someplace to hide in,

A safe harbour for a vanished castaway.

(perhaps, another beginning of a something – perhaps just another nothing destined for the wasted lyrics recycling bin, ‘What Next’s’ like ‘Why’s’ always are a bit like it)

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A LIFE

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In composing this short (1:46) piece of ambient sound art I want to convey to the listener ‘A Life’ all the way from birth to death.

It could be a human life, could be any form of conscious life or anything that has lived through four seasons.

Hope you enjoy it.

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