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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STARLESS MYSTERY

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‘Drama’


Most everything we see becomes theatre
A wild sea the ocean’s one-night-only stage
Up above, storm clouds dancing to the gale’s orchestration
And on the shoreline it don’t need any seating to engage


An audience of strangers who never bought a ticket
This show, the dark clouds have put it on for free
Eyes wide open until the standing ovation
A curtain call for a starless mystery


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‘Melodrama’


And I’m feeling alright come tonight, come the morning
And I’m feeling alright staring at a restless sky
And there’s never going to be a replay or brand new season
I’ll never know if the story was the truth or just a lie


Time for some music. A fierce number to match the dark sky. It’s called ‘One Man Band’. I hope you enjoy.


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THE WORM DANCE

Note to self – Never go looking for Rainbow’s End on a day with no rainbows.


Spring? I don’t think so. Sure, it didn’t rain for once, the sun came out, the temp went up, but the wind from the south-west got stronger by the minute on my first visit to the cliffs for weeks, maybe months.folk3


Normally there’s hundreds of tourists up here. Not yesterday. Me, a family of Germans, a ‘bury’ – I had to look up that collective noun – of rabbits, and a good few worm dancing seagulls.

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At least the sea knows it’s the sky’s mirror and the winds only friend. The sea sometimes helps with lost creativity. All I could hear was nature’s sounds. I wish I’d taken my stereo recorder with me.

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The harbour looked like it couldn’t bothered with much. Ships loading lorries yet hardly any regular passengers as far as I could tell – coronavirus?

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It was the gulls stomping up and down doing their ‘worm dance’ in the wind on the eerie cliffs that made me think of an old piece of sound art I’d made, ‘The March of the Dead’. I hope you enjoy, although ‘enjoy’ doesn’t feel like the right word.


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DEAD MAN’S TEETH

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‘Sink or Swim?’ by Zoolon


DEAD MAN’S TEETH


You’ve got the jump on life for once
You’ve got a head start just this time
Victory can taste sweet
If the victory’s not mine


You were a rabbit in the headlights
A lost soul out at sea
Staring at the abyss
Afraid of mystery


There’s a headstone in the graveyard
Sailor’s bones rotting underneath
They say the last bit to degrade
Are the dead man’s teeth


You’re swimming in salty water
Not drowning anymore
You hold your breath and dive again
You lose touch with the shore


You couldn’t face that yesterday
Thought tomorrow wasn’t real
Now you touch the starfish
No longer an ordeal


Once you sat upon the rocks
The oceans all you saw
The magic of the in between
Don’t matter anymore


There’s a headstone in the graveyard
Sailor’s bones rotting underneath
They say the last bit to degrade
Are the dead man’s teeth


You’re chasing the white horses
At the dizzy whirlpool’s end
Who you’ll meet at heaven’s gate
You guess won’t be a friend


You’re in uncharted waters
You’re journeying out to sea
Following the North Star
The curious mermaid – and maybe me – maybe me


Time for ‘Time Out’ from my Dream Rescuer Album. I hope you enjoy;

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LOOKING FOR REASONS

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It was pretty cold Sunday morning. I drove over to the town of Deal to take a long walk around the place and reflect on the last few days. If I’d left it another half hour I’d of got soaked. The main thing was that the sea could see I was struggling for reasons – well that’s what I like to think – so it tried to help me out. The sea and me get on well. I took a few shots along the way.


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The sea can keep its secrets
The sea can improvise
The sea lives for its reflections
A mirror in disguise


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The sea is a guitarist
Plays the lute and the piano
And if you’re lucky come the new tide
Puts on a drumroll just for show


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I’ll take you to the water’s edge
The sea won’t judge you or complain
The sea won’t ask you any questions
The sea says you got nothing to explain


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Respect the sea, don’t fight it
Don’t ever take a liberty
You do that at your peril
You’ll find the sea won’t set you free


Here’s my number ‘One Man Band’ from the album, ‘The Forgotten Daughter of Zeus’. I’m not sure why but it fitted my mood at the time. I hope you enjoy;


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100 YEARS FROM NOW


The sky will last forever
The clouds are temporary
In a 100 years from now
What remains will be a poisoned sea


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Some will call it tragic
When the sea puts on its show for free
Just rotting fish and plastic
A becalmed toxic destiny


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Idiots and profiteers
Sit back and watch it on TV
The carcasses of whales
The cloak of everlasting synthetic debris


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It’s already far too late to save
The art of sky and clouds and sea
Maybe you’ll have a picture on the wall
Of nature’s old days creativity


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Now we play the end game
Though blind fools will disagree
That once a long, long time ago
All of life on Earth crawled out of the sea


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THE SEAGULL & THE CROUTONS

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I’m an idiot for not taking a video of the gull. I’ll tell you why.


For the first day in ages it had stopped raining and was just warm enough for me to have my breakfast outside a café – Eggs Benedict for what it’s worth. Halfway through eating I spotted this gull stood at the door of an estate agent next to the café. At first I thought he (maybe a she, but being a little arrogant I’m thinking a he) was clocking himself in the reflection of the window. However he wasn’t judging his good looks as moments later he was trying to open the door with his beak. When that failed he started to tap at the door – beak taps, that is – trying to get a reaction. Eventually a lady opened the door and gave him a good couple of handfuls of croutons she’d made especially for him.


Apparently the gull visits every single morning at 9.30AM – on the dot – for breakfast and the only reason he had to hang around was that the lady who had fried up the croutons for him had to let them cool down before serving them up. Once he’d scoffed the lot he flew off to wherever gulls go when their not eating or shitting on my car.


While I don’t agree humans should be feeding gulls who really ought to be out at sea fishing for themselves I couldn’t help thinking the interaction between bird and human was OK this time. It’s all about the relationship between a decent human and wildlife to me.


The oddest thing was that when eating the croutons this gull didn’t scream out boasting to all his gull mates that he’d had a result at the estate agents. That’s what usually happens with gulls just before a massive bundle kicks off as they fight to steal each other’s food.


I like seagulls. They’ve got attitude. The rappers of the bird world.


Once, a couple of years ago I was leaving a car park when some heartless moron deliberately drove over a young gull. He flattened the gull then drove off – at speed after spotting me in kill mode. The juvenile gull took a minute or two to die. Sadly I wasn’t brave enough to put it out of its misery. I still feel guilty about that.


I got the reg number of his car, rushed over to the police station but they weren’t bothered. “It’s one for the RSPCA, son,” was all they said. I often think about this. I often think the same thing should happen to that driver. A steam-roller would do nicely.


Here’s ‘Time Out’ my song for the gulls alive and dead from my Dream Rescuer album. I hope you enjoy;


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LOOKING OUT, BREATHING IN

‘Harbourside’
sometimes I go there to fish for words & melodies

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Music and pics by Zoolon


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CAPTURING WAVES & NUISANCES

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So, it’s the first decent day of the year in South East England. Blue skies, a double-figure temperature and high tide at 11am. All good. I’m walking the coastline to a place where the sea wall juts out toward the beach, so I can capture the sounds of the waves for some sound art I’m working on. Ambient sounds as they rush across the pebbles toward the wall; angry sounds as the waves lose their temper when smashing into it – like the wall is border control denying immigrant waves access. Topical. I might reflect that in my art.  All’s still good. No people about; no annoying breeze, even the gulls are busy someplace else. Nothing to pollute the recordings I’m getting through my hand-held stereo-recorder.  What I don’t need now is an interruption.

Then it happens. It always does. I felt his presence before I saw him. A little old bloke taking his ancient West Highland Terrier out for a walk. “What you doing, son?”  My stock thought, “Baking a cake, what does it looks like?” or “What’s it to you?” per usual, I think but I don’t say. I like polite mode. I can’t help what I think, but I can help what I say, so I say, “I’m capturing to sound of the waves.” He says, “Don’t be daft, you can’t ‘capture’ sound.” I say, “OK then, I’m recording them – does that help?  He says, “What you want to do that for?” I say, “I’m going to manipulate the sounds for some sound art.” He says, “You can’t make art out of sound.” I say, “I can.” He walks off mumbling, “Whatever next.” I stay where I am mumbling, “B******s”.

Anyway, a 2-minute number called Punchdrunk, the last track from my ‘Rainbows End’ album.  I deliberately composed this one to give the words a soft setting even though I was trying to make a point. I hope it works for you.

PUNCHDRUNK

Wings without feathers

Feet without shoes

Hearts without heartstrings

That’s why I’m singing the Blues

 

You’re out of love

Not here to judge

Big mouths and morons

Control

 

This punch-drunk planet

Keeps on spinning

You ain’t seen nothing yet

Just wait till this war begins

 

You’re out of love

Not here to judge

Big mouths and morons

Control

 

Punch for the sake of a brawl

Send shockwaves into our homes

You ain’t seen nothing yet

Take out some kingdoms when you’re bored

 

Wings without feathers

Feet without shoes

Hearts without heartstrings

That’s why I sing the blues

 

As a thank you to the gulls who stayed away yesterday, a number from Eels (Mark Everett) called ‘Birds’. He and I, like most people like birds. It’s a great song, great lyricist;

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