The simplicity of the elements
Wood, water, fire, metal
I turn to
To distil with ink
Fine words of my rich verse
To write of this nature that we have
The Londoner’s lingo, the hip hop
We’ve walked
And the rock we’ve scaled
And broken out into step by step
The Traveller, of horse, of boat
Of train and of road.


The Lyric Play

Prospect Calendar / Fall of The Tyrants / Parallelogram Telegram / Road Less Travelled / Silence / Sage Fire / The Drum The Bell The Strings / Withdraw / Subterranean Storm

Prospect Calendar

Wash out
In the year of around
The lyrical lounge
No band just a wavelength
Broadcast of life’s rogues
In the town

Missing the days when I was younger
Analogue days
We played arcades
We used to play marbles on the draintops

You and I
In the momentum
Of the crescendo fathom
Work my way out
Work my way out
On prospect calendar

Getting past the nights to a dayjob
It’s simple after it’s hard
It takes time to move from
Slow to fast
Always be steadfast

These are the years we’ve been waiting for

Fall of The Tyrants

The fall of the tyrants
The chair collapses
Broken legs, disarmed
Words dispatched
The small ship of an iron
On the navy blue
Buttoned shirt he mans
That he mans
Hard pressed to shake hands
Crooked like a walking stick
The same crook be humble today
Oh understand

The fall of the tyrants
The fall of the tyrants

The debts settled
The score now written
The music composed
The money laundering
It all balances out
In the ordering

Eats the kipper tie
Big fish, little fish
All the scams and the lies no suprise
No suprise

The fall of the tyrants
The fall of the tyrants

Parallelogram Telegram

Through the inbetween
Been rolling with the punches
Straighten up before the hunches
I’ll reel in a hook
To write this line
If what you longed for
Was only a short way
Would you hurry your step
And seize the day

Paralleogram Telegram
Paralellogram Telegram

The world’s a stage
The people and the places
The shape of things to come
To write this line
Trees thunderbolt the sky

Parallelogram Telegram
Parallelogram Telegram

Road Less Travelled

Draft till craft
Wood and strings
It’s a kite
It holds my heart
In it’s frame
It’s a sailboat
It holds our dreams
and tells them to heaven
Bring it all together
A fine seam
Know what I mean

I’ll take you on a journey
On a road less travelled
The winding road we unravel

Custom made beats
We aren’t cutting down to size
Cooking the beats right
So it’ll be no flash in the pan
Pushing the button
Of the fake outfits


Wheatsheaf harvest
The March of Spring
Crescendo Harvest bring
Now you wont go against the grain

When they unplugged you charged ahead
Horses and thunderbolt
When they spoke up
You were silent
Trying not to find fault

Sixty seconds worth of distance run

Sage Fire

My will building tracks
Fires build
Moving like a motion picture
To forge this work
From desire

Sage Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire
Fire Fire Fire
Sage Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire

On the journey
Providing beauty, vision
Ladder along mountain

The Drum The Bell The Strings

You give life to all that was borne
Got an axe to grind
Chop wood, carry wood
We don’t broach the branches that’s twigged
From that fount of knowledge
Cos the secret is out

We’ll need no rebellions
Roaring our rout
As we move around so rapidly
Race the chequered flag
Of the dream

The Drum, The Bell, The Strings
The Drum, The Bell, The Strings

Break the ice in the cold war
Peal of thunder
We’ll fire neurones
On the live circuit


Falun Gong
Practiced by a 100 million in China
Before the persecution began
in July of 1999

Thousands have been killed
For a belief
To be true, to be kind, to endure

Falun Gong is Good
I’m telling you now clearly
Let truth be understood
The fabricated lies on Chinese TV

Thousands have been killed for a belief
To be true, to be kind, to endure
The CCP will not be
So withdraw and withdraw
and withdraw

Subterranean Storm

Were historians tracing the trees
To their roots
Whole forests uncovered
and brought into view
Were artists sculpturing rock
and wordsmiths too
Been writing these rhymes
Through and through
Been reading the spine of book

In the subterranean storm
Plans redrawn
Redouble on the windmill
Early morn

We used to listen to Tagore
In our longee on the Bay of Bengal
Elephants trunk of memory
The oak tree recall
History of the ebony and ivory all