Monday, 11 May 2026
scarecrow ventriloquist
Aurora borealis spilling over the midnight tide,
crystal seas breathing in slow electric sighs,
an astral monarch drifting through mist-woven isles,
where the sky forgets its measurements and smiles.
Flowers flick open like rumours in the rain,
catching stray sparks from the broken windowpane,
let them shimmer, let them misbehave,
turning silence into something brave.
No need to hold the noise in a straightened line,
let it unravel into oceanic design,
a soft collapse of colour-coded sound,
where even falling becomes unbound.
Flicker and weave through the drifting haze,
thoughts folding into electric blue phase,
hovering carpets stitched from fading light,
floating just out of reach of night.
If I ever rise again from this weightless frame,
gravity whispering it doesn’t know my name,
I’ll leave it behind in a blinking field,
where forgotten signals refuse to yield.
Glyphs in the static are humming my skin,
fractured transmissions let the dreaming in,
broken syntax of a half-formed song,
but it still feels like where I belong.
Go slow, glow low, let the system unwind,
static echoes rewriting the mind,
pulse in the noise where the edges mend,
loop it, reboot it, begin again.
Love my soul in the flicker and flame,
no sense in letting it fade or tame,
a scarecrow prophet with no direction home,
still talking to crows in a language of chrome.
You cease to resist as you cease to appear,
vapour-thought dripping through fluorescent fear,
cartoon satellites wobbling under the skin,
hallway jellyfish drifting within.
Rubber-moon creatures slip through the door,
softly insisting they’ve been here before,
singing in wallpaper, humming in glue,
painting the air in impossible hue.
Did the painted kings ever lie to the sky?
Did the mirrors just learn how to cry?
We swore the masks were different that time,
but they melted into repeating rhyme.
We could tear the horizon with a whispering thread,
watch iron children drift out of their head,
paper crowns dissolving into streetlight foam,
elevator falling but never reaching home.
Hunt the ghost in the machinery’s breath,
wild-eyed riders negotiating with death,
marble figures move when no one dares see,
you’re only safe in uncertainty.
I’d like to return to the outline I knew,
before the ceiling forgot how to be blue,
before the world learned to flicker and stall,
before I became nothing at all.
Scarecrow ventriloquist with borrowed belief,
black birds laughing in theatrical grief,
they follow me through the electric parade,
where illusions are carefully made.
Grant me a pause in your disbelief tonight,
a fragment of mercy in unfinished light,
the benefit of maybe, the grace of unsure,
before the last neon dream shuts its door.
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## **“Astral Monarch (Crystal Seas Reprise)”**
Aurora borealis on the midnight tide
on crystal seas where the sleepwalkers hide
Astral monarch in mistwoven isles
wearing the weather like borrowed smiles
Flowers out? Yeah, let them glow in the rain
Catch the spark, let it wander again
Set it loose through the ribs of the air
turning the noise into colour everywhere
No point letting it fall into chaotic sound
dissolving in currents of oceanic ground
code in the water, humming through bone
everything drifting, but nothing alone
Flicker and weave, thread light through haze
folding thought into electric maze
breaking to blue in a floating refrain
gravity whispering “don’t remember your name”
I was on a hovering magic carpet
(if I ever get up again)
but the sky forgot how to start it
and the wind just laughed at when
Glyphs in the static are singing my name
fractured transmission but it feels the same
broken signal decay in the rain
lost in the pattern but I’m okay
Go slow, glow low, let the system unwind
static echo-syntax rewiring the mind
pulse in the noise where the broken things mend
loop it, reboot it, begin it again
Love my soul—no sense in letting it go
it hums like a radio buried in snow
a scarecrow that don’t scare the crows
just stands there glowing where nobody knows
You cease to resist as you cease to exist
vapour-thoughts dripping from a fluorescent twist
cartoon satellites wobbling skin-deep
dreaming in circuits they never can keep
Hallway jellyfish hum in the wall
electric wallpaper breathing it all
rubber-moon creatures drift through the room
wearing the shape of a half-formed tune
Did the painted kings deceive us again?
we swore the masks were different then
but mirrors crack and flicker unsure
and corridors don’t answer anymore
We could tear the sky in half with a whisper
children of iron streets sinking quicker
see you spinning on the elevator down
paper crowns melting into the town
Hunt the ghost inside machinery
wild-eyed riders in broken scenery
marble figures move when nobody stares
you’re only safe while the silence cares
I’d like to return now, if the door still fits
to the outline I was before all this
faded carbon copy on the wall
before the ceiling learned how to fall
I’m a scarecrow ventriloquist with no authority left
black birds laughing in the field of theft
they trail behind me through shopping arcades
so I decorate illusions with masquerade
Grant me a pause in your disbelief tonight
lend me the mercy of unfinished light
give me the benefit of maybe and doubt
before the last neon window burns out
Aurora returns on the midnight tide
and everything opens but nothing decides
astral monarch drifts out of view
saying “I was never separate from you”
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Scarecrow Ventriloquist
Verse 1
Aurora borealis on the midnight tide
on crystal seas where the sleepwalkers hide
Astral monarch in mistwoven isles
wearing the weather like borrowed smiles
Flowers out? Yeah, let them glow in the rain
catch the spark, let it wander again
set it loose through the ribs of the air
turning the noise into colour everywhere
No point letting it fall into chaotic sound
dissolving in currents of oceanic ground
code in the water, humming through bone
everything drifting, but nothing alone
Chorus
I’m a scarecrow ventriloquist with no authority left
black birds laughing in the field of theft
they trail behind me through shopping arcades
so I decorate illusions with masquerade
Love my soul—no sense in letting it go
it hums like a radio buried in snow
a scarecrow that don’t scare the crows
just stands there glowing where nobody knows
Verse 2
Flicker and weave, thread light through haze
folding thought into electric maze
breaking to blue in a floating refrain
gravity whispering “don’t remember your name”
I was on a hovering magic carpet
(if I ever get up again)
but the sky forgot how to start it
and the wind just laughed at when
Glyphs in the static are singing my name
fractured transmission but it feels the same
broken signal decay in the rain
lost in the pattern but I’m okay
Go slow, glow low, let the system unwind
static echo-syntax rewiring the mind
pulse in the noise where the broken things mend
loop it, reboot it, begin it again
Chorus
I’m a scarecrow ventriloquist with no authority left
black birds laughing in the field of theft
they trail behind me through shopping arcades
so I decorate illusions with masquerade
Love my soul—no sense in letting it go
it hums like a radio buried in snow
a scarecrow that don’t scare the crows
just stands there glowing where nobody knows
Verse 3
You cease to resist as you cease to exist
vapour-thoughts dripping from a fluorescent twist
cartoon satellites wobbling skin-deep
dreaming in circuits they never can keep
Hallway jellyfish hum in the wall
electric wallpaper breathing it all
rubber-moon creatures drift through the room
wearing the shape of a half-formed tune
Verse 4
Did the painted kings deceive us again?
we swore the masks were different then
but mirrors crack and flicker unsure
and corridors don’t answer anymore
We could tear the sky in half with a whisper
children of iron streets sinking quicker
see you spinning on the elevator down
paper crowns melting into the town
Hunt the ghost inside machinery
wild-eyed riders in broken scenery
marble figures move when nobody stares
you’re only safe while the silence cares
Bridge
I’d like to return now, if the door still fits
to the outline I was before all this
faded carbon copy on the wall
before the ceiling learned how to fall
Grant me a pause in your disbelief tonight
lend me the mercy of unfinished light
give me the benefit of maybe and doubt
before the last neon window burns out
Final Chorus / Outro
I’m a scarecrow ventriloquist with no authority left
black birds laughing in the field of theft
they trail behind me through shopping arcades
so I decorate illusions with masquerade
Aurora returns on the midnight tide
and everything opens but nothing decides
astral monarch drifts out of view
saying “I was never separate from you”
Love my soul—no sense in letting it go
it hums like a radio buried in snow
a scarecrow that don’t scare the crows
just stands there glowing where nobody knows
Open your 3rd eye wide
Open your 3rd eye wide
and let it drift outside
join the universal mind
where nothing is defined
“Where nothing is real?” it sighs
but don’t unpack the why
don’t blow your mind with why
don’t ask the room to lie
Why is the room melting slow
why does the ceiling grow
into a river of sound
spilling all over the ground
Don’t let it blow your mind
don’t let it unwind
the question is a spiral toy
that eats the answer’s voice
Across a great divide
where thoughts go out to tide
a giant turtle’s eyes
blink through electric skies
Jellyfish float by
in corridors of time
no rules to apply
just drifting shapes of “I”
as open as the sky
that forgot how to try
the holes we measure out
are what this dream’s about
it’s what keeps me alive
this soft unstructured drive
why does it not add up?
a spider to a fly
a universal sigh
inside a lullaby
a giant turtle’s eyes
watching questions die
Don’t blow your mind with why
the current’s just too high
don’t let it split the sky
don’t ask it to reply
Across a great divide
the words between the lines
are slipping out of time
and calling themselves “mine”
None of this stuff is mine
it fell through space and time
I throw my arms wide
and let the signal slide
Open your heart and smile
for just a little while
no need to pull that face
gravity is grace
Always I’m before you
and always after too
the cards that have been dealt out
are learning how to move
Turning in somersaults
through accidental faults
ours not to reason why
just watch the colours fly
I’m reeling with this feeling
no ceiling, no revealing
wherever currents go
they already know
Precious little time
like sugar in the tide
distances and time
are folding up inside
The wind takes all the leaves
and then it takes me
the parts we have to play
just laugh and drift away
I cannot help but laugh
at the broken math
of why becoming how
and here becoming now
Sunday, 10 May 2026
Rock Is Dead
**Rock Is Dead**
The preacher on the television
Selling fear in neon light
Another faded revolution
Trying hard to stay alive
You said the truth would disappear
That every empire cracks with time
Now the amplifiers are screaming
But nobody hears the rhyme
Christianity will vanish
Shrink into the dust of years
You said rock and roll would outlive it
Now both are drowning in their fears
Jesus was all right, maybe
But the crowd just twists the flame
Every saint becomes a product
Every rebel does the same
Oh yeah, rock is dead
Long live hip hop
Buried underneath the vinyl
And the ghosts of boys
The back catalogue keeps feeding
On the corpse it left behind
And now you know it gets you nowhere
Now you know you've gone blind
Oh Yeah, rock is dead
It just gave up
We raise the dead with old nostalgia
But they don't stand up
The emperor has no jacket
And his skin is peeling thin
Every facelift cracked in public
Every anthem fading dim
The radios are poisoned
Static crawling through the halls
Every revolution sponsored
Every outlaw starts to fall
One last line across the mirror
One more stadium goodbye
Everybody wants forever
But everything was born to die
Oh no, rock is dead
Long live the beat
Hip hop rising from the ruins
With bleeding feet
One final shot to numb the silence
One more king without a crown
Another god of youth collapsing
As the curtains tumble down
He left this message for us
Scratched in feedback and decay
All your idols turn to ashes
All your kingdoms fade away
He left this message for us
In the magazines and scars
You can crucify the dreamers
But you can't revive the stars
Oh no, rock is dead
Long live hip hop
Another generation dancing
While the prophets die
And now you know you've gotta face it
Every movement turns to dust
The microphones are rusting over
And the crowd has lost its trust
He left this message for us
He left this message for us
He left this message for us.