Exi(s)t – Collateral Damage
Peril Accelerator
Original music and lyrics by Ron Brouwer
Arranged and produced by Tom de Wit
The Doomsday Clock was reset last January to just 100 seconds before midnight – the closest we have ever been to the complete and total annihilation of the earth. We now face a true emergency – an absolutely unacceptable state of world affairs that has eliminated any margin for error or further delay. The main factors that determine how close we are to midnight are the threats of nuclear weapons and climate change. The planet simply cannot sustain its ever growing population much longer.
Where the timepiece has missiles for hands
Back and forth displaying numbers counterclockwise
Where the face expresses offensive resent
A hundred seconds remain until thirteen
One three two five four – casting seven
Six nine eight ten – well after eleven
Midnight drawing near
Near complete demolition at hand
Bringing forth alarming characters revolving
Where no face expresses remorse, penitent
Hardly any time left for resolving
Dead of night nigh well past eleven
Digits out of hand spell hell or heaven
Great beyond now here
We set out to gather wealth
When we meet again
So we compromise it all
Till we meet again
Total armageddon starting at thirteen
Peril lurking grisly on the bedrock bottom
Sheer annihilation, obliterate the scene
Worse eradication we could never fathom
Where our orb’s condemned
She will wreak her revenge
We should un-intervene – quit exploiting
Petrify the world that we live in
Epitaph immortalise our leaving
Will we disappear?
We set out to gather wealth
When we meet again
So we undermine it all
Till we meet again…
Haloes
Original music and lyrics by Gary Franklin
Adaptation by Ron Brouwer
Arranged and produced by Tom de Wit
Haloes round the city lights
Can’t focus anymore
My God! I need another drink
Point me to the bar
I know it’s getting late
Kick me out the door
It’s so cold outside
But inside I’m lost and raw
Shadows touch as though they’re one
Watch them merging now
Oh man! I feel so fucking drunk
Drift away somehow
To be so cynical
Watch their schemes entrance
Should I envy them
Just for lies
And one night stands
Walking through the empty streets
At night it seems so calm
Tonight I want him so badly
Need him in my arms
I know I’ll never have
The guy of my dreams
I cannot believe
But then that’s the way it seems
Sometimes I just sit and dream
About his eyes and lips
I ache to touch him once again
My hands on his hips
I’d be so animal
Make him want to stay
Hear him moan and sigh
Feel my love so deep inside
Haloes mark the angels’ paths
Tracing through the night sky
Their God is always there for them
Guiding them in flight
I wish I could believe
Take me to the book
But no angel’s there
And inside
It’s all been took
Scars
Original music and lyrics by Ron Brouwer
Arranged and produced by Tom de Wit
When the water is turning to blood
And the locusts arrive in their legions
Pests are falling from cloudless blue skies
Death and darkness will blanket the regions
Arid sand where there used to be oil
Mighty powers deploying their legions
Armoured heavens have come to the boil
One-time leaders replaced by
Strategians
When the one gets to govern the many
Will the many be loyal to one?
When there’s no one more able than any
Then the many are faithful to
None
Inflicting scars
Love and respect?
A vault where others have a heart
We’d come so far
Which you neglect
You’d rather tear it all apart
Screw your hell – polarisation
Double-edged – blunt now your knives
You malignant narcissist!
Stuffing your pockets – wagering lives
Inflicting scars
Why would you care?
Just stuff your pockets, let them rot
Imposing scars
Just empty shells
You ransack in the name of God
American dream (Weltschmerz)
Original music and lyrics by Ron Brouwer
Arranged and produced by Tom de Wit
Drogentote in den USA
Und die Ursache ist peinlich klar
Aussichtslosigkeit – wer weiß wohin
Ihr Zweck dient nur der Angstbotin
Bin ich überflüssig? Unerwünscht?
Hab ich Geld, dann hab ich eine Unterkunft
Doch verlier ich meinen Arbeitsplatz
Bleiben Zweifel – es gibt kein Ersatz
Keine Aussicht, keine Wohnung mehr
Schränke, Taschen – alle gähnend leer
Krank und schwach und ständig in Gefahr
Kaum ein Traum dort in den USA
Die Reichen werden reicher
Verzweiflung trifft den Rest
Die Lage wird ungleicher
Gesellschaftlicher Test
Nicht stehen zur Verfügung
Ernährung, Medizin
Nur Dro(hun)gen und Lügen
Und freilich Heroin
Die Pharmaindustrie verdient daran
Opioide bringt man an den Mann
Der Alltagsschmerz ist klar zu spüren
Auch Waffen können (diese) Angst nicht schlüren
So wird die Mittelschicht dort dezimiert
Abhängigkeit durchaus legitimiert
Perspektivlos in den USA
Werden alle bösen Träume wahr…
Rewarding caress
Original music and lyrics by Ron Brouwer
Arranged and produced by Tom de Wit
Looking up to the surface
I prepare to emerge
Safely cradled in liquefied arms
Unsuspecting and clueless
I unconsciously surge
Then withdraw with the tide as it calms
My impending ascension
To a realm that’s beyond
An invertebrate shedding its scales
Spells a thrilling sensation
That outtricks any wand
Born to set rudimentary sails
Let me be baptised in air
Voices of million-watt lights invite me
At last embracing my share
I let the dance of the night ignite me
Let there be life in my wake
The thinner sound of my breath nutritious
Allow the venture I take
To relay all of my secret wishes
Abandoning rewarding caress
Unchallenged at the dawn of existence
Awarded evolution access
Immortalised transitoriness
Unguarded against obvious resistance
Implies renewed rewarding caress…
Let me be baptised in air (Looking up to the surface)
Voices of million-watt light invite me (I prepare to emerge)
At last embracing my share (Safely cradled in liquefied arms)
I let the dance of the night ignite me
Let there be life in my wake (Unsuspecting and clueless)
The thinner sound of my breath nutritious (I unconsciously surge)
Allow the venture I take (Then withdraw with the tide as it calms)
To relay all of my secret wishes
Abandoning rewarding caress (Let me be baptised in air)
Unchallenged at the dawn of existence (Allow the venture I take)
Awarded evolution access
Immortalised transitoriness (Let there be life in my wake)
Unguarded against obvious resistance (At last embracing my share)
Implies renewed rewarding caress…
Sancta Sapientia
Original music and lyrics by Ron Brouwer
Arranged and produced by Tom de Wit
“Those who have worn the crown should never survive its loss.
Never will I see the day when I am not saluted as empress.
Royalty is a fine burial shroud. Purple makes a fine winding sheet.”
Empress Theodora, emperor Justitian’s wife, upon dissuading her husband to flee Constantinople when the Nίκα riots broke out
Sancta Sapientia
Imbuta in fide
Fortitudine
Sanguine
Sancta Sapientia
Templum incarnatum
Historia se repetit
Sancta Sapientia
Five three two, Constantinople
Taxes, oppression, corruption
Nίκα, the crowds broke
The palace under siege
Sancta Sapientia
Imbuta in fide
Historia se repetit
Sancta Sapientia
Casualties mounting to thirty thousand
Raise from destruction a temple – the third
Built to proportions unprecedented
Largest cathedral for one thousand years
Wisdom of God, Logos Sophia
Centre of the Eastern Orthodox Church
Justinian emperor throne overthrown now
Usher in pilgrims for ninety years
Twenty twenty prepared propaganda
Danıştay rule reaped a race in reverse
Revoking the monument’s designation
Sentenced unlawful by Islamic wafq
Widely considered to be controversial
Worldly, religious – the world was opposed
Sancta Sapientia reduced to some bauble
A gadget for leaders to manipulate at will…
Sancta Sapientia
Imbuta in fide
Fortitudine
Sanguine
Sancta Sapientia
Templum incarnatum
Historia se repetit
Sancta Sapientia
Hands Off
Original music and lyrics by Ron Brouwer
Arranged and produced by Tom de Wit
Night after night you wake up screaming
The trigger a trauma that can’t be undone
Scars carved marks that marred your psyche
Unleashed by vile demons that claim everyone
Forcing their victims with violent hand
Inflicting a burden they won’t understand – hands off!
Indulging their fantasies, their twisted minds
Reversal denied, chained in shackles, consigned
Hands off – I’ll drown your tears
Hands off – Erase your fears
Castigate this evil
Reprehensible
Unto others do as you would have them do to you
Scores of reports of shattered children
Just sharing your screens equals smearing your grime
Violating fragile victims
Inflicting a terror – the ultimate crime
Juvenile soldiers work violence in hand
Erasing, defacing by haunting command – hands off!
Some desecrate deity (now) glorified
Immaculate innocence – infanticide
Hands off – I’ll drown your tears
Hands off – Erase your fears
Unmortified!
Untraumatised!
And so it ends
Original music and lyrics by Ron Brouwer
Arranged and produced by Tom de Wit
So this is how it ends…
Ahead – a myriad of goodbyes
Too late to make amends
The sparkle’s left my eyes…
I merely feel the anger
Of powerlessness within
The battle’s at an end now
Impossible to win
No trial, but still I’m sentenced
No proof could right this wrong
No evidence, no insight
Oh, how to overcome
Convicted and abandoned
Marooned and washed ashore
On empty fuel cells coping
While I wonder
What is left that’s worth waiting for…
Shifting baseline syndrome
Real and resolute
Watch uprooted strays roam
Needy, destitute
Aging bodies crumble
Watch your fading youth
Progress defects humble
Bear the painful truth
Unemployed and homeless
Garbage random food
All perspective hopeless
Ultimate ruin resolute
Physically unprepared what lies ahead
Chimera now rules
Quizzically unaware, striding ahead
Common sense now duels
Loved ones will be lost once
Noise subdued to mute
Silence in abundance
Parting absolute
Physically unprepared what lies ahead
Common sense now duels
And so it ends, all life transcends
Know that it all depends
Junctions and bends, raptor ascends
And so it ends
Take temporal take, physical flaws, climate control
Safe – safe social spoils, loitering laws, abandon all
Physically unprepared what lies ahead
When deception duels
Quizzically unaware, striding ahead
Now deception rules
And so it ends, all life transcends
Know that it all depends
Junctions and bends, raptor ascends
And so it ends
Defeated and deflated
A husk, an empty shell
The end.