Elements

Words written
touching, reaching out,
joining dots, rearranging
releasing free thought,
on overiding trains
of existence,
as time passes
beyond the misery and anger,
happiness can be brief
yet can be so bloody beautiful,
fleeting moments can truly satisfy
in a world at times ,we don't want to see,
if you can, keep dancing
move your precious feet,
keep listening, keep talking
release care and understanding,
show some solidarity
follow paths of peace,
beyond world's dissilusionment
scatter your individuality.

Bingo Wings - Home for Christmas

Bingo Wings (AKA Cosmo and Flapsandwich - AKA half- Hungarian half-Welsh tecno-folk duo Sandor Dus and Jason Phillips) provide this years Yule no#1 hit, and for a cracking cause too. Raising money for Boomerang Homeless charity based in Cardiff, that helps prevent families and people becomming homeless and continues to support the homeless at present and helps guide them to a better future.  Its a take on Jona Lewies classic christmas number  Stop the Cavalry, changing the chorus to Stop Austeity and highlights what seems to be the worst winter in recent history for rough sleepers. The single follows news of police taking rough sleepers sleeping bags, and news of deats of young people.
Listen, like share and if your able chip in some solidarity. Available here :- https://tantrumrecords.net/2017/12/16/a-home-for-christmas/

Captain Ska - Sons and Daughters

Nicked, but had to share. The music industry has for too long been in the hands of those  who only care about making profits. Every now and again people organising together can take back some control - Liar, Liar . Rage Against the Machine, the NHS choir, Ding Dong The Witch is Dead. all hit high up in the Top 40s and reflected a big political mood shift in the country. We now have a chance to do this again this Christmas and say that we've had enough of this vicious government, a better world is possible. Kick the Tories out.
Download this song today on all major platforms,  please help get this song into Christmas charts, all proceeds will be split between Foodbanks and the People's Assembly. 
Links here -

iTunes

Bandcamp

Amazon

Spotify

Beyond the desolation

Watch as leaves blow around
remember nature, continually awakens
a powerful current, that forever embraces
releasing petals of real change
new ideals, new visions
drowning  old ones in their path
following freedoms breath
carrying nourishment
winds that rise against  oppression

In our winters of discontent

In our winters of discontent
carry on lookin out for one another,
release some hope and kindness
a bit of passion to friends in need,
lets light this world with happiness
some charms to stop the pain,
lift hearts that might be currently lost
fused brightly,sharing solidarity, 

the gift of laughter, music rising

breaking  forces of curbing nature.

releasing dances of rebellion, 

weaving magic to always awaken,

some simple loving touch emotion
to try and heal and stop the aching,

together in collective breathe

find solidarity and liberation.

Drummer Boy of War / What I Will

What if we say we mean it when we say Peace on Earth?

Let us spread the sounds of peace and connection and hope.

Here is Palestinian American  poet and political activist  Suheir Hammadd's beautiful poem What I Will

What I Will

I will not
dance to your war
drum. I will
not lend my soul nor
my bones to your war
drum, I will
not dance to your
beating. I know that beat.
It is lifeless. I know
intimately that skin
you are hitting. It
was alie once
hunted stolen
stretched. I will
not dance to your drummed
up war. I will not pop
spin break for you. I 
will not hate for you or
een hate you. I will
not kill for you. Especially
I will not die
for you. I will not mourn
the dead with murder nor
cuicide. I will not side
with you nor dance to bombs
because everyone else is
dancing. Everyone can be 
wrong. Life is a right not
collateral or casual. I 
will not forget where
I come from, I
will craft my own drum. Gather my beloved
near and our chanting
will be dancing. Our
humming will be drumming. I
will not e played. I 
will not lnd my name
nor my rhythm to your
beat. I will dance
and resist and dance and
persist and dance. This heartbeat is louder than
death. Your war drum ain't
louder than this breath.

Comfort Zone

My home is my castle
one day you must see,
my books, like friends
sincere and dear,
they tell me of love
and all kinds of things,
feed me daily influence
take me to a world of dreams,
some are dangerous
to be treated with care,
others cast spells of wisdom
messages that dare,
constantly supplying need
nourishment when wreckless,
allowing freedom to grow
food for thought to sow.