sometimes wandering

Caller on 4 Yeah man, how you doin'? Good, yeah, what's your name? Call me Stan Sure Stan, whaddya wanna say?

Well I sittin' here listenin' To your music there in the night Which is beautiful by the way Gotta say Thanks Stan, means a lot (soft, reassuring voice, smokey)

And I'm thinkin' music is so....... well everyone has music right, I mean, like, all people, all countries We all bang something and sing

Mmmhmmm

And yet we all like different kinds Right We have tastes We agree, disagree We like music But not necessarily the same music Just ask my partner! Mine too Stan Why do you think I play through the night? Sure, sure, right, yeah!

Anyway, so, it's night and I'm listenin' to the show I got an old style radio I like it that way It's on the windowsill in the kitchen and It's reflected in the night city view (I love that view - lights in windows lights on roads, car lights, the moon and I'm thinking I wanna count those lights But that'd be like counting the stars)

Mmhmmm

Yeah, so, music I don't have to dig someone else's taste But I respect they have one and Hope they respect mine Maybe sometime we'll share a listen Change our ideas a little bit Maybe not.... But I ain't gonna dislike that person For a different taste in music, right? I hope not Stan!

Reaction, connection The ripples on the water Endless, endlessly different Like the fingerprints of a breeze Fingerprints and tree rings.... .......sap and blood........ .........ooze, flow, ripples........... It's kind of counter-productive To try and empty your mind and write

Music da da da daadede dadada Birdsong da da da daadede dadada Foot tap We belong

Write a word or two Write some more Sit back And let the sun warm your feet Catch the shadow of your toes - Wiggle them A stumpy fan on the floor - Happy dancing

Sun heat water ripples The ripples walk Along the underside of the bridge (reflections) Like commuters in Tokyo, you know? Ants, always, always ants, ever Ruling the world from below with the mycelium In the kingdom of the earth (not wordly, planet earth - hummous, humus?)

Rolling forward on the bus With some other heads and bodies What are we doing? Temporary missions distracting us from the goal. Within these temporary thoughts Distracting us from being Being being the goal Is it?

Moving forward, but where, when, why did it begin? Rubber tyres carry metal and plastic and us, are we separate? Have I been placed here? Destination known, purpose clear Looking at other people with fear Though there is no reason for it It comes anyway And is settled, somewhat By reason, by thought, by......time Carried forward on time, but where did it all begin andwhereisitgoing? And why why why?

A song, familiar, settles the mind A retelling of the old story, over and over, nonsensical Hoping it will somehow make sense one time Believing I will somehow 'see' Understand 'me'

Voices heard now - more heads on bodies Rolling down the merry road, past the rubicon Over junctions, decision already made Over and over again, to what end? We are so distracted by distractions self-made (or are they?) By greed and money By fear, by thought Thought that got us here, and got us here.

Don't write

S'all the same

River's gonna river

Flames gonna flame

Drumbeat drum beat

Heart

Soul

I even think

When I'm having a shit

Can't even meditate on the simplest task

Sea's gonna sea

Who's to blame?

So, you own this land?

How can that be?

Refugee

Refusee

A singing African guitar connects to the night of all life

You can't own that!

Write

Don't write

S'all the same

Mountain's gonna mountain

Rain's gonna rain

Thought's gonna think

Pain's gonna pain

But sky's gonna sky

And bird's gonna fly

Up high, where the air is cool

The pastry ain't going to roll itsel' Did you mix it well? Is there enough water For every speck of dust Did you let it chill?

It wants to be flat, you know that Dust the flat and dust the pin Begin

If it cracks, you're going too fast Did you let it chill Did you wrap it well? It wants it, it needs to be flat and smooth Now it's stuck to the deck Fucking heck Twatting fuck Start again

--

Attempting to express the complexity of the problems of this world They failed again They had a feeling more laughter was needed In the solution And knew that less greed was needed In the solution But the pastry still cracked And was pressed into a ball again A metaphorical world of simple ingredients And complex relationships

They knew nature Was part of the solution But they knew that others did not know this They knew they might be wrong That argument was pointless

That feeling right there Can we go into it together? Do you want to get into it? Recognition triggers the reaction Thoughts about the person Identification sparks connections With the past With memories Thoughts had before and held.

That voice, recognised and judgement of what is said, and how. Categorise the speaker from a few words- posh, rich, not like me, of another Confirmation of biases held, assumptions made Fear they may come and see you here, judge you, You might have to answer They might see the hate and fear in your eyes

What is the feeling here, what caused it? Can you let it go or do you hold onto it, to judge and justify, justify and judge in a cycle of self hate, fear, anger, ......? judgement of all this is totally and utterly unnecessary and pointless and inside your own mind and not real and not happening anymore and you reach out further into the future and into the past justifying and judging this hate and repulsion and desire for acceptance this need to be noticed and respected and fear and hate of the other because you are not the other and they are greed and you are charity and they should love you and think like you do and respect you and you are nothing to them and you know things that maybe mean they have problems, sure, but that's what they deserve for being so much less loving and kind than you are for being cliquey and closed and superior and richandselfish

How are we doing? Did we go into it enough? What is it? It's your ugliness as you see it and in seeing it you let it go choose not to be there

It is not easy there is no method you do it and it is instantaneous But it keeps coming back Why is that? Thought and the past Keep cycling through Cannot let go How can we let them go? Take control away from thought?

Hey my night listeners Workers of the neon strips Insomniacs and vampires Dark souls, pillow-phobes Are you sadhappy tonight? Aren't you sadhappy always? Give us a call, or just listen in Caller on 4, let us begin You're through to Kilian on WKLNVR What's on your sunsetmind caller?

That song, sadhappy, slit slit Lately I been reading a bit There's science that is quantum see I see my friend, we are intrigued

At any moment stuff exists In something like a timestasis Until it is observed and then It's state is known, praise God, Amen

Like God you mean, well maybe Kil But I got thinking redblue pill If this is true, if this is real Then I do not know how I feel

At any given place in time I could be low I could be high But if it is a choice I have Then I just need to smile and laught

You dig me Kil, you see I mean? I think so caller, this is deep I know right, so excited I If we are quantum, we can fly!

At any moment in my day I stop and choose be unafraid The way I see it's up to me I stand and look, I do not flee

I thought I had to live with fear But look and see right now right here The universal human state We can choose love instead of hate

By choosing to be unafraid By looking at that quantum glade Of sunshine in our forest mind We choose the path of gentlekind

I know the problems we all face Are universal to our race We act in anger I declare Because we all so fucking scared

But Holy God Amen Amen I'm realising now that when I feel that fear arise in me I am not trapped no I am free

To choose to look the other way Observe the path that leads away To peace and love and actions kind I clearly see where once I blind

Instant, now You decide Look, see Frown, smile

Photon body Quantum mind Look, see You decide

Para lell Uni verse In us Love burst

No time No space No hate No race