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Tree of Keys

by Mark Sheeky

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Let's Let's take a walk Let's take a walk in the desert, wouldn't that be fun? Let's take a walk Let's take a walk in the desert, wouldn't that be fun? That's what they said! Wouldn't that be fun That's what they said! Wouldn't that be fun! Let's Let's take a walk in the desert In the desert! That's what they said! In the desert In the heat In the sun Let's Let's take a walk Let's take a walk in the desert, that's what they said! Let's take a walk in the desert, wouldn't that be fun? Wouldn't that be fun! Are we having fun? Are we having fun? Isn't this fun! Let's Let's take a walk in the desert, wouldn't that be fun, that's what they said
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Underground 04:28
The underground is what is there but unseen It pushes us from behind and below It is everything we have accumulated and discarded A memory and what is lost, what is rotting The underground is what is there but unseen It pushes us from behind and below Everything we do is influenced by its contents But we are never aware of its influence Only the tendrils of its plant, the fingertips of its being We are the underground! We are the underground! We are the underground! We decided to analyse the underground Take apart its muddy constituents and determine its composition We find dead things, dead people, lost love, lost hopes An underclass, insects, proud bacteria, loving bacteria We find an energy there, a glow This is unexpected, something clean and nice Something with no entropy, like a light source It is a light in the rain! It is a light We pull apart the matted tendrils with forceps We wash away the mud Fine dark grains Wash with white wine Mountain spring water Hands in the stream The sun glints on the surface of the stream as it gurgles The sun flickers upon our retina The heavyless sun Light, it tastes of god, the tince of new batteries, light, purity Pure, clean, perfection A pure source of zero entropy A pure wave It is sine
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Murmuration 03:02
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A clown drenched in brutality The sky is green, warm, this earth born of gentle sands White grains of hope, dust, brown in cycle in circus circuits Of intelligence, information Coalescing, floating pollen in the womb Warm, thick water, grains in the water I am not a politician but a professional soldier, I am therefore a man of few words and I have been brief through my professional career. Germany was the place where when Hitler was the prime minister and supreme commander he burned over six million Jews, he burned the Israelis alive with gas in the soil of Germany. I do not want to be controlled by any superpower, I myself consider myself the most powerful figure in the world, and that is why I do not let any superpower control me. Starfish! Starfish! Starfish! The sky is green, warm, this earth born of gentle sands White grains of hope, dust, brown in cycle in circus ciruits Of intelligence, information Coalescing, floating pollen in the womb Warm, thick water, grains in the water This Eden This paradise
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I'm just a little thing Let me grow Where am I? Where is the sun? I'm just a little thing Let me grow Where am I? Where is the sun?
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The sunlight, the sunlight in the trees The sunlight, the sunlight in the trees The sunlight, the sunlight in the trees The sunlight, the sunlight in the trees The sunlight, the sunlight in the trees The sunlight, the sunlight in the trees The sunlight, the sunlight in the trees The sunlight, the sunlight in the trees
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War Song 02:46
Since the war came Now there is only ruin, dust, ash, rumour What happened here? There is iron in the water. My father used to shout, he was a big, angry, man The lights would flicker. Help! As children we would play wars, with sticks Retaw eht ni nori si ereht The lights flicker as I sit in my cold room I am a refugee in my own country I seek asylum It has been a long time
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The long expanse of nothing between our work The long desert of oil slick-and-still Drunken eternal tale of a nothing bliss Offness like a dream of the tao Like a dream of the tao Time made flat a dead plate of a nothing steel Time cold chromium grey, like the sea Perfect row upon row, atom to atom Bridging chaotic work, holiday Like a dream of the tao
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Napalm 03:46
Like silver liquorice torpedoes They spin through the air End over end Slowly falling Taking an infinity to fall Like space clouds Timeless Like silver liquorice torpedoes They spin through the air End over end Slowly falling End over end They contain fire Napalm They contain fire End over end Like silver liquorice torpedoes They spin through the air End over end Slowly falling Timeless Taking an infinity to fall Like space clouds They contain fire Napalm They contain fire Like silver liquorice torpedoes They spin through the air End over end Slowly falling
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O there once was a swag man camped in the billabong Under the shade of a coolibah tree And he sang as he looked at the old billy boiling Who'll come a waltzing Matilda, with me Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda Who'll come a waltzing Matilda with me? Waltzing Matilda leading a water bag Who'll come a waltzing Matilda with me? Down came a jumbuck to drink at the water hole Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee And he sang as he stowed him away in his tucker bag You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me
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I, Spider 04:50
I, spider, wait in hope with monolithic patience My web shivering by starlight Moist ice of tangled spittle I can feel it Pulsate though my feet Are its fingers broken into Fisty knots of tears, crying for contact? The zodiac stares down, through the layers of sky's breath The stars weep, unaware of the patterns "Is there anybody there?" speaks Death Oh, where art thou? Oh, where art thou? Where doth you lie? Where art thou?
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Haiku 03:16
Peace We live in cycles of stable repetition Repetition Peace

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Soundscapes, sound poems, tone poems, ekphrastic music; however you want to describe the music here, it is, of all things, creative, imaginative, eclectic.

Many of the works here were created to a theme for ArtsLab, an arts radio programme for RedShift Radio, which was produced and presented by Mark. Throughout 2017, each episode consisted wholly of new material which was created and sent into the programme each week by a small band of dedicated artists and listeners. This format demanded forty minutes or so of new work each week, and became a spark for creativity that exploded into all sorts of interesting directions.

The music here varies, from spoken vignettes with sound, like poems or dramas where sound effects or music plays a part. Some pieces are simple solo piano in an abstract-expressionist form, akin to the works of Satie. Some tracks are songs, or involve words spoken or partly droned over a musical backdrop, like Scott Walker's avant-garde works.

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released May 14, 2021

Composed, produced, and performed by Mark Sheeky.
Cover artwork by John Hopper.

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Mark Sheeky Crewe, UK

Mark Sheeky is a surrealist artist from the North of England. His music began as synth, game influenced, music then experimental classical piano and art rock/art pop, and surrealist rock music.

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