THE GRAND MOVEABLE FEAST by MONTEGO IKARUS

The Grand Moveable Feast

Up comes along the greatest feast
Another conflict,  another chance,  a release
The rain it comes,  oh no! We feast!
The cold or the hot burns! Yum we eat!

Eating,  gourging, never stopping,  never sleeping
Oh mother benefit where is my meat?
Terror terror terror terror bang bang bang bang
Mmm, yummy honey,  it's so so sweet!

Bobble-head north east west and south
Ze best corporate conflict chefs, Bon Appettit!
Mmm, mmm, yummy yummy,  magis conflictus
More big world trouble woe, oh what a treat!

Look another terrorist!  Writing on the wall!
Who will save us and who will we call? !
Mmm, mmm, yummy so delish!
I dare not admit I enjoy a good stiff

The end,  the end,  the end is nigh
A lovely bountiful beautiful feast
Inner turmoil, inner conflict
I can push it all out for the moveable feast

Look, look, looky! It's happening over here!
No wait!  It's changed,  it's moved over there.
This time! This place!  No wait,  over there
All hail the end the grand moveable feast.

-- montego ikarus

**Hier clicken! https://archive.org/details/TheGrandMoveableFeast

Livin' on the Street - Blues in B - Open Source Musick Release

I wrote this yesterday while observing the street and thinking of the possibility of having to live on it again because I can only just afford to pay rent and expenses and just get by:

Livin' on the Street (Blues in B)

Living on the streets
No dole and living on a beggars wage
Alchohol ain't my comfort seat
Caffeine and sugar my only addictions

Who can afford these rooms?
Who can afford these houses?
Slaves can
and people with money bowsers

Not me, not ever
I am no one's slave
From no one do I take orders
So I'll rot in the gutter in this Free society.

Freedom, freedom
Born free on free land
The land doesn't own itself
Lose your money and see your chains

Who can afford these restaurants?
Who can afford these overpriced drinks at these fancy bars?
Slaves can
And those born into cash and status cars

Get off your dole, mister or misses, see your chains
There is no real reason for homelessness
to the losers of their birth-right
It's a lot of hopelessness

Good luck living out there like this
I've done it like this once before
Let's take the system to its knees
Let's make it pay for long lost needs

Freedom, Freedom
Born free on free land
The land doesn't own itself
Lose your money and see your chains

-- MONTEGO IKARUS

Face the Reign - Song Release - Open Source Musick Projekt

https://web.facebook.com/TheOSMProjekt/

The info in the description of this song is here:

One thing I dislike about conventional music production is that it does not allow for spontaneous music creation and production.

You must spend months on a single set of songs in order to get them properly recorded and produced and then spend more months promoting exactly the same songs you started with, with slight variations.

The issue I have with this, is that musick is coming out of me all the time. And I can't wait months to get something that is current to the energy flow of mass consciousness out. It must be expressed as soon as it is created and made available. As a channel of a symbol of energy this is my responsibility to 'mind'. I must get it out now! So I must have a method of production and recording with which I can immediately produce and distribute music.

Spend a week on a song if you have to but not months and months and months and by the time we get it, it tastes like a piece of sour stale bread and we expect people to eat it up and say, "Yes, this is good music."

Musick when having lost its spontaneity is no longer musick. It is not authentic. It has simply become a robotic repetition.

This is my view, criticize it if you will but I demand - musick must be spontaneous! The more spontaneous, the more authentic. We are channels of energy and that energy flows through us current-ly.

I wrote this song two days ago, I found a feel in another song I really liked and I reproduced that feel, I recorded it and produced it today. Here it is for your listening pleasure.

"Freely you have received, freely give."

Music is Free.

- MONTEGO IKARUS

facebook.com/montegoikarus


Lyrics:
Face the Reign by MONTEGO IKARUS

How much longer can we suffer like this?
The storm rips the ether to and fro, everything, is empty
We all do what we can with what we have until we're dead
Good luck surviving out there, in weather like this

Stay here and face the demon or wander amongst the dead
In the face of the storm's peak, the rain thunders down with no sign of stopping
Face the demon or get wet, very wet
As above so below, I'll soak if I have to

Independence, independence, we dream of independence
Slave away for 20 years get your house where you can sit
Remedy your pain with addiction, And die when you're dead
Dead inside for being forced through a small hole with a tight push

The clock listens intently and responds with a click
Bound by a body that can only get sick and die
What a sick joke, god, as we know it, does not exist
No god would rationally make this, Chaos in a form reigns

Have another coffee, add more sugar, shut up and drink your black muck
Complain and get a worse lot, those who fight die fighting
Travel light my dear friend, may substance not be your only friend
except maybe oxygen, it's all you've got is breath

Outro:
Allow yourself to breathe
Allow yourself to breathe
It's all you've got, is breath
It's all you've got, is breath

Lyrics to the songs of "Domestic Terrorist"

Here are the lyrics to the album Domestic Terrorist which can be found here - archive.org/details/DoomIsDoctorRarest , please learn and share these songs. If you would like chords and other technical information for learning the material please email Monty on montegoikarus@gmail.com

If you would like custom mixes of any of the tracks (eg only vocals or other parts) for the purpose of making electronic and/or experimental music please email me at the above address also.

Music is free,

MONTEGO IKARUS

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1. Picture Perfect

V1:
Look at me I’ve got big muscles
I can best you in a fight
Don’t have the guns without the willingness to use them
Those are the rules of the game

So many minds have a picture
Of what they wish to become
What will they do when they find out
We’re already equal and one

CHORUS:
How many of you bodies will listen
To stop and think for yourselves
Your body is not a picture
Sitting on the wall of insanity
It’s insanity ---, It’s insanity ---, It’s insanity ---, It’s insanity ---

V2: 
I’m getting lonely in this picture
No one alive as of late
All concerned with being a fiction
and how to be the best sex bait

When will we find the love intrinsic
What we are and what we’ll be
Spirit, Love and Longevity
Precious peace, precious peace

CHORUS:
How many of you bodies will listen
To stop and think for yourselves
Your body is not a picture
Sitting on the wall of insanity
It’s insanity ---, It’s insanity ---, It’s insanity ---, It’s insanity ---

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2. Patient Lessons

I’m sick to death of the confusion
I’ve shown you so many times
I’ve sick to death of the confusion
I’ve shown you so many times
I made you wait
I kept your secrets
I made you wait
I kept you in my heart
You’re here
You’re here
You’re here
You’re here
You’re here

Working through this world of lies
Who’ll break the chain, preserving innocence
None of it is given, all of it can change
Who will take the pain
Who will stand sane

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3. This burning tie that binds us

V1:
It’s amazing it’s almost like it wants to be
These feelers, reaching making clean --
No money left
Please pour acid on my head
I’m feeling, it hurts
Our connection, by the tie
It hurts

CHORUS
I’m worried sick, where were you calling
I’ve had no news from hearing about you
So tread the line be careful
I’m trying to think while this racket goes on in my head
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa

V2:
So hear it, be careful
Design is here and what’s left, what’s left?
A razor cuts the wind, planned and juicy this one seems
Let’s roll out the gutter
Let’s roll out the gutter ---

A mend for your cut ‘twas bleeding on me
Let’s look into some, alternative, therapy
Therapy x2

CHORUS
I’m worried sick, where were you calling
I’ve had no news from hearing about you
So tread the line be careful
I’m trying to think while this racket goes on in my head
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa
Do do doo do

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4. Drug of Ages

V1:
Uppermiddle class how long will your wealth be safe, I wonder
You hold just enough capital collectively, to start the ball rolling on something serious
Or will you wait in safeness for your safeness to be plucked from you and say goodbye
Say goodbye to all the good reasons you like, Bohemian Freo

CHORUS
We are demons and we have no control and control is our opium, yeah x2

V2:
Oh audience of Freo, won’t you let go of the past, what you remember is what you repeat
The path you focus on, is the path that lights up and it’s the path you’ll concrete
War is not necessary, but we’re bound to compete
Competitions’ bonds sold for every soul deceased
Reap your rewards now, before the ripe time, everybody dies in the end

CHORUS
We are demons and we have no control and control is our opium, yeah x2

V3:
Oh future free people, won’t you look up to the sky and feel the stars in your eyes
The earth is moving in a corkscrew fashion, we are never in the same place twice
The manner of each new moment is a new beginning and every meme and necessary end
Won’t you look up to the life that will become because we’ve given it the space to be what it is

CHORUS
We are demons and we have no control and control is our opium, yeah x4

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5. Sovereign

V1:

I am not your slave and I will not be told what to do, by you
I am not your slave and I will not be told what to do, by you

CHORUS
We are free because we say we are
We are the authority because we say we are
I open the door in your mind this day
To culture life that never withers away

oo-oo-ooh, oo-oo-ooh

V2:
I am not your slave and I will not be told what to do by the money in your pocket
I am not your slave and I will not be told what to do by the piece of paper on your wall

CHORUS
We are free because we say we are
We are the authority because we say we are
I open the door in your mind this day
to culture life that never withers away

oo-oo-ooh, oo-oo-ooh

La da doo doo dee da da
oo-oooh

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6. Is this Real?
Don’t believe in the terrorMost of it is a lie

Take the step and block your ears to the bobble head kind
Take control of your senses
Game, Game learn this sick game
You cannot trust it to be what it says
But you can trust it to be what it is

The revolution of the mind
Will not be on TV
Those with big estates will hold their stasis
A status to the end, oh, oh

Is this real?
Is this real?
As I’ve stated you must open up and toy the question is this all flop
your mind’s been trained to work against
To stop self discovery of you who you truly are

Wake up divine master, within you
Wake the love and compassion
Wake up what is waiting, inside you
Show us what you’ve got

Wake up Divine Master, within you
Wake the love and compassion
An ocean of energy as a reservoir is at your beck and call
Use it well, to heal the masses of delusions disease of grandeur and specialty

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7. Catch the Monkey
V1:

I saw on the horizon hope
Without which we’d all be dead
Grab your bags, the night is leaving soon
We can stay here no longer
The earth has come to swallow, us up, again

I do feel you’re making me complete
I do feel it will work itself all out
Throughout the ages, we have not failed
Throughout all time, our love’s prevailed

CHORUS
Catch yourself, by the monkey’s tail
He’s doing it again, again
This monkey mind
Where’s the respect
We’ve got to find him again, in there, somewhere

V2:
Where is freedom’s folly control
Where have you been my friend control
The doors of perception will open, to those
Who breathe, and breathe, and breathe

But I’ve got an appointment
But I’ve got to feed my children
I can’t afford to stop, and breathe, and breathe

But I’ve got an appointment
But I’ve got to feed my children
I can’t afford to stop, and breathe, and breathe
and breathe and breathe and breathe
and breathe and breathe and breathe and breathe
and breathe

CHORUS
Catch yourself, by the monkey’s tail
He’s doing it again, again
This monkey mind
Where’s the respect
We’ve got to find him again, in there, somewhere

BRIDGE
Open up to the deepest love
The heart is full for you
Out of breath and deep in touch
We’ll make believe again

Open up to the deepest love
The heart is full for you
Out of touch and deep in love
We’ll make believe again, again

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8. My Precious Ask

V1:
Is it too much to ask, to be left alone
I ask one thing from you, leave me alone
Everybody needs a space, where they can be alone
It seems always around every corner
A dick to dip their bit

CHORUS:
Go away back biters
Go away red fangs and bloody hands
Go away ferocious campers
Leave me alone, Leave me alone

Go away back biters
Go away red fangs, bloody hands
Go away ferocious campers
Leave me alone
Leave it all alone! Oh oh

V2:
How hard is it to do, this one thing
Leave me alone, leave me alone
When I clear space around me, It means I need the space around me cleared
Emotional succateurs, bug off!

CHORUS
Go away slanderous ditties
Go away cankerous swine
Be gone evil, venomous snakes
Leave me alone, leave me alone

Go away back biters
Go away red fangs and bloody hands
Go away ferocious campers
I need this space to survive
And you can’t have it!

Solo Space – (16 bars)

CHORUS
Go away slanderous ditties
Go away cankerous swine
Be gone evil, venomous snakes
Leave me alone, leave me alone

Go away back biters
Go away red fangs and bloody hands
Go away ferocious campers
I need this space to survive
And you can’t have it!

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9. Lorelei

V1:
This is the story of a girl
Her name is Lorelie
She convinced me I needed her love
Or I would die
She had so much love to give
Out of thin air, love she made, believe!
She owns all my love
She is love’s inventor

CHORUS 1
Saved me from the meat market push and shove, yes she did
Saved me from the meat market push and shove, oh yeah

V2:
Then like a contract from the Devil
She made me sign a pact
To owe her love back to a level
What to do with love’s die cast
This debt accrues with interest
And she is the only one love that can beset
Interest perpetually accumulates on interest
Creating an infinitely unpayable debt

CHORUS 2
So what will it be, love struck folly
Deep love, deeper love, love slave or love shit

SOLO

(This is a very different story and I’m about to tell it to you now)

V3:
Lorelie is the bank that owns the world
Her love is the money that enslaves the people
It can never be paid back
Because the self created source is not generous but is spiteful and brooding
Stop the cycle
That won’t stop until you act
One, love your neighbour
Two, burn the banks
CHORUS 3
And teach your children to produce as well as consume
Take control and run money as the people, yeah, oh yeah

V4:
Fat cats, sit on their wealth
Dragons sleep on gold
They both know something we don’t
Only a select few can live and not be sold
Poverty and pain
Is inevitable and even necessary
To maintain the status quo
Of the current economic reign

CHORUS 4
Throw out the government, burn the banks
They’re giving thin air for your blood, your sweat, and your tears
Money is not good enough
Money cannot breathe
It’s not even good as a rag to wipe something I shouldn’t say in front of the kids

BRIDGE

Money is not good enough
Money cannot breathe
It’s not even good enough to wipe something unsavoury to say at this time of the evening

Money is not good enough
Money cannot breathe
It’s even running out of its value as the crux of good toilet humour

(must be pretty worthless then hey?)

OUTRO
Deep love, deeper love
Love slave, love shit

Deep love, deeper love
Love slave, love shit

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10. DEVIL

V1:
Wake up, wake up
I want to tell you what to do
The demon of conflict has need to be entertained
As the creeping strain takes hold of my neck stronghold
I haven’t yet any set rules for this pain

Listen pippet, listen poppet
I have a story to tell
Give you pantomime, a relish
We can ready the hell
Filling up, going over
No one’s looking are they?
Secret sneaking, stepping leching
Here’s your fix, do not pay

CHORUS 1
Are you sure, are you sure
I want to give you my heart, my soul my love and my dole
Cannon fodder in freedom’s name
I open the door to the commanding bane

V2:
Feeling like I have got a new disease
Please open your mind and let your body be free
Applause, applause bring the house down down
The devil’s got his pulpits inside and out of town

Emotions are the games of the entities
Give them your number and they’ll call you into tease
A little tickling phrase
A passing question worlds of words away
Bring us the new unification
Every God has its day

CHORUS 2
Sacred secret by the river way
It will be given to all who ask freely
Fine dining with a snake or bear if it’s shit that you do when it is you are scared!

V3:
The Devil seems to blame
For every passing flame
Past civilisations, Gods of old
Rolled into one
Conquered people’s had their deities demonized
Every blood bath, every war
Was God’s dice toss for top prize

Little people, little people
We have not changed
New myths of son and suns, have begun
Open your eyes up to astro-theology
Learn religion past
Through ages past astrology

CHORUS 3
We make it up
We made it up
We believe a literal fairytale
Based on stars over sail

Fess up
Show it up
Take responsibility
Or has the Devil got – your – back – up!

(on this one)
(You’re gonna have to do your own thinking)
(not rely on those myths)
(Jesus, allah, buddha, thor, jupiter, Zagreus, Orpheus, Mithra, Enki, Anu, Baal - Bullshit)
(breathe, breathe, breathe)
(baby breathe)

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11. First World Blues

If you wanna be a lover, you can be a lover
If you wanna be a fool, then be afraid
If you want the world to end, it can end for you
You can do all that, yeah, good for you

If you wanna be a winner, then go out and win something
If you wanna be a loser, then you’ll have to lose a thing
And if you wanna be a stray, you can do that quite comfortably too
You have all rights and luxuries because you were born in a first world country
Yeah, good for you
What an achievement
You worked so hard for that

If you wanna be a worker in a fantasy trade
You can try selling cupcakes and live in sugar’s malaise
If you wanna walk on the moon, wake stanley from his grave
And if you wanna be a spiritual teacher, go jump in a lake

If you wanna get married have a cup of tea instead
It’s much better than all that
If you want to make real money
Then start a war
That’s right you’re the bank
You’ve got the money
Fund both sides
You’re in control

How hard it is to find
Good help around here
Who wants to serve the people that need the servin’
If we’re gonna make it work
For all of us
Some of us sometime will have to practice, curbing our desires
(give up that 400 dollar pair o' shoes)
(Or that fancy new handbag)
(Or that mcmansion upgrade)
(Why do we need all this space?)

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12. Focus on the Need

V1:

As I look into the wheels of time
I feel sister death is burning
Down the river of time I feel
A dark cloud is brewing

CHORUS--
Focus on the need, baby
Focus on the need, baby
You’ll find your way in the darkness
If you, focus on the need, baby

V2:
This world’s a carnivale, a system circus
An ocean of need sublime
Through the curtains cracks, I see a bored puppet hoard
Have another swig from the river of time

CHORUS

BRIDGE
I stand as I am
I use what I have
I do what I can
I am, I am

Straight into V3:
Peeling back and brother’s defences
The onion world of parapet fences
Opening up to new beginnings
Be a neophile, a legend of time

CHORUS

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BREAK FREE
All will see, see it on the street
Golden wine divine, I'm here to eat, here to eat
Hold the pace and keep up for a little bit longer
Train the vines to the weeds, to the weeds
Simple trust, simple elegance, the pavement walks
The night its prey
Keep the sadists looking for me
Plaster thickens as it dries
Create a Set mould then

Break free
Break free with me
Break free 1 2 3

Break free
Break free with me
Break free, break free

Fishing lonely patiently
Fall it on my line, I'll reel in a sleeper's dream, a sleeper's dream
Fawns surrounding canter to the thought that it was all done deliberately deliberately
Flecks and worries catch every tassle
Little women pull, steady and firm
Praise the jungle and its artistry
Praise the day, the day our hearts are bleeding

Unfortuitous, frivolous desire delines your faces glint
Sick the trees attached the weeds
Sucking the pond of desire solid
Ohh, oh, oh, whoa
All will see, see it, on the street

All will see, see it, on the street
All will see, see it, on the street

Golden wine divine oh make me mine, I'm here to eat, I'm here to eat
Corrosive substance to melt the locks that, keeps the keys
Some people have it easy, inexplicable implosion impending
Others work for their graves, others work for their graves
Others work for their graves, others work for their graves

Blue metal chips fall through the cracks in the grate underneath your feet
A splosh, a clank, a splatter, a shatter, a scream
Weeping and gnashing, gnashing of teeth, of teeth
Weeping and gnashing, gnashing of teeth, of teeth

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Enjoy!

Concept Album Release by Montego Ikarus, "Domestic Terrorist"

The Concept Album of 'Domestic Terrorist' can be downloaded here:https://archive.org/details/DoomIsDoctorRarest

Crowd funding for a professional production of the album can be found here: https://www.gofundme.com/22vgx397

Enjoy!

The state of what is called music in the modern capitalist environment

The state of music appreciation as programmed by the corporate media to the mass public, and therefore the world:

Repetition is the master of learning.

The human brain is trained by repetition of something in our environment.

The frequency of which you see, taste, touch, smell, hear something trains your mind to have a tendency toward that thing linked with an emotional disposition.

This is how advertising works.

See something 17 times and that's the magick number you must see it before you buy it.

Control.

The Australian public, through mass media - TV and radio, have been trained by the corporate owners who control these lines of communication to like shallow, musically non-substantial, upbeat, hightone, hyper-sexual propaganda. The Australian public understand this bullshit to be the definition of music.

Their desires are not their own, their desires are not decided by them but by the frequency of something repeating in their environment and sphere or mind-energy-information-field.

If you watch TV and/or listen to the radio on a regular basis controlled and paid for by these corporations - your mind is not your own but an average of all the repetitions you have seen or heard.

Input = Output

Collectively the mass public affects the smaller minorities via 'critical mass' on a greater consciousness level and humanity as a whole depreciates its taste in real musick.

What the mass knows, we all know.

No need to watch or listen to these things yourself.

This is the mind and this is how it works.

Fields of information, not limited to the brain. The mind is not a brain.

The mind is first a body and then space between everything = ether.

Quantum reality.

Let us disarm the Mass Perception from the corporate media masters by infiltrating the mass media.

-- Montego Ikarus

Don't Sign the TPP! - Open Source Musick

Here's a song I wrote today about stopping the TPP!

This is part of the Open Source Musick Projekt - so do what you like with it!
Don't Sign the TPP by Montego Ikarus

Chords - G, A#, F#, C - In the video I use sevenths

Has anyone heard about the TPP
It's equivalent to the end - of democracy

It's dubbed a free trade agreement - but it's about investor's rights
and they're expecting the people to submit without a fight

It would all be done in secret - except for wikileaks
Who keep giving we the people - our lucky breaks

This Trans-Pacific-Partnership - allows major corporations to sue
sovereign governments for laws they won't undo

It isn't right [for this part I just go from G to A#]
It isn't right

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If we vote something in - that infringes on their profits
The people's government is taken to an international courtroom and forced to pay for their losses
(That's our taxes - sport!)

This is not freedom, this is not democracy
I do not sit quietly and wait - while our ministers sign the TPP

This is not freedom, this is not democracy
I do not sit quietly and wait - while our ministers sign the TPP

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[Repeat until TPP is abolished]

First World Country Blues - Open Source Musick Projekt Release

"You were born in a first world country, good for you, what an achievement, good for you, yeah." - Montego Ikarus

Another Open Source Musick Projekt Release (fb.com/TheOSMProjekt) by Montego Ikarus (fb.com/MontegoIkarus)

Copyright the Open Source Musick Projekt 2015

Here is a recording of the song played LIVE - The lyrics and soloing are improvised (as all good music should be) so the lyrics below are not exactly the recording, but muck around with the song - it's really fun to write new verses for this one.

If you want to start writing but haven't got the confidence yet - TRY THIS - 1. Feel the song (if you don't feel it, don't do it). 2. Empathize with the intent/starting point of the song and feel yourself in that position (or change it according to something that you can feel it for - eg, I sing Folsom Prison Blues from the perspective that first world life and all its boxes is really just a fluffed up style of fancy prison for higher class slaves). 3. Write. 4. Sing and make it rote (repeat until you don't need to read it). 5. Put your own feel into it, every time you perform. 6. Don't be frightened of forgetting lyrics or singing the wrong thing, improvise! In the moment sing what is true for you, and if you are feeling it, the words come!

The entire Live performance is here:
soundcloud.com/montego-ikarus/liveatthemooreandmoore

The song "First World Country Blues" starts @ 13:43

The chords are Am7 dropping down to Gm7 and sometimes playing the Abm7 in between. Played sometimes as A7 or G7 instead.  The turn-around drops down to F, E and then up to G and back to the regular rhythm pattern.

Make it into anything you like. Rock, classic soul, metal - muckaround, have fun and explore your musical self.

Lyrics:

First World Country Blues

If you wanna be a lover, well you can be a lover
If you wanna be a fool, you can be afraid
If you want the world to end, well it can end for you
All of these things can be true

If you wanna be a winner, well go out and win something
If you wanna be a thief, well go out and steal a thing
If you wanna be a stray, sit with your hat in front of you
If you wanna be an anarchist, go and burn a police vehicooole…

Chorus:
How hard it is to find, Good help around here
Who wants to serve the people, That need the servin’
If we’re gonna make it work, for all of us
Some of us sometime, may have to practice
Curbing our desires
You’re in control, first world country doll

If you wanna be a dickhead, well grow a dick on your head
If you wanna grow old, then tinker away
If you wanna make money, learn the apathy trade
All of these things you can do because you were born in a first world country
oh yeah…

If you wanna be the devil, then you can sign a pact
If you wanna be a critical thinker, then start looking at the facts
If you wanna be free so you can see, open your eyes,
You’ve had them closed all this time
First world country doll

Chorus

If you wanna be a pimple, then you can pop
If you wanna be dramatic, then get out of my way
If you want democracy, then you’re going to have to suffer majority rule
And I don’t like that very much because I am definitely, a minority
Oh baby…

If you want to be a worker in a fantasy trade
You can start selling cupcakes and live in sugar’s malaise
You want to walk on the moon? Then wake Stanley Kubrick from his grave
If you want to be a spiritual teacher, go jump in a lake
yeah… in a lake

Chorus

If you want to get married, have a cup of tea instead
It’s better than… all that
If you want to make real money
You’re going to have to start a war
That’s right, kill those slaves,
make them fight wars you paid for
‘cause you’re in control
First world doll
(at least for now)

If you want to be a love, well you can be a lover
If you want to be a fool, then you can be afraid
If you want the world to end, well it can end for you
All of these things can be true… for you
First world country doll
You’re in control
First world country boy
You’re in control
At least for now
You’re in control

Grab the iron while it’s hot
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Cut, copy, paste - live, play on the street!

As I am!

Love,

Monty xx

Questions and Information on the Open Source Musick Projekt

We are One and as each a point of awareness, we are equal

Q: Hello, can you tell me more about the project?

A: Hi,
This is at present just an idea and it requires the participation of those that agree with it for it to have any physical substance.

The idea is that consciousness is non-local and anything that we draw from it is collective anyway. In an attempt to isolate us from each other and from our expression we have been indoctrinated to believe we are special and unique and original.

While this is true in some respects, ownership and intellectual ownership of songs and music for the sake of mass-corporate marketing and money making for fat cats to get fatter, does not mix with the reality that consciousness is non-local.

Our expression once isolated and put on a CD in a three minute song is then copyrighted by a corporation and sold by the millions with artists getting a pittance and mass marketed lyrics written by ten people trying to evoke sex and appetite in every line to pour capital into Sonys coffers.

We must take our expression back and give music back to the people.

If a song represents a people it IS the people's - it is THEIR song. My idea for using Copyright The Open Musick Projekt 2015 [or respective year].. Is possibly a failsafe against people in the 'music' industry wanting to pick the music up and make a buck. There are others that frontier the idea of Open Source Music. This is the first I know of that admits consciousness is non-local and therefore nothing can be owned.

Thanks, Montego Ikarus

Write it down, get it out and spread it out, far and wide

Q: What about recognition? What about me making a living out of my music? What about my music staying mine and being mine because I made it?

A: Expression in the authentic sense, only happens in the moment. And by this, in the moment it is being expressed. When I sing a song - any song - in THAT moment it is MINE. I cannot lay claim to anything outside of the moment that I control. No one ever can. The moment in the future or the moment in the past, by definition do not exist and can only exist by coercion in an agreed system of time which generates hierarchy and extended realms of control.

It is time we stopped being little children in the sense that we must purify our expression and stop trying to own everything in a MINE MINE MINE sort of way, as if we can own eternally the future or the past of all expression your or my human physical body may have done.

If we really are serious about our music, well, in the moment, our music is our music and no one can ever take that away from you.

I can make money on the street busking, I could make CDs to sell on the street as well. But I do not lay claim to my music outside the domain of authentic expression.

If you want to be recognized for something, be recognized for remaining in the moment and harnessing the energy that people around you give freely so you can give them in return what they require to push forward in that moment.

We are the troubadours of old, let us purify this spiritual practice. We are energy workers of a kind and we have been doing this work throughout the millenia.

Are you a robotic repeater that triggers familiar songs and rhythms to make a buck or are you a master of the universe that lives eternally within and as the ever present singular moment that inhabits everything?

Artwork by Briony Marshall

Q: What is music about to you then?

Write music with feel, let your energy be free, learn that constricting energy with competition and industry actually destroys feel, which is what makes musick. 

LIVE musick is music, whoever is singing in that moment is making music. 

We make a recording of music into musick to us, by putting our energy into it, by putting our feel into it. Without our participation in it, it is a dead thing. Musick that is LIVE and expressed in the moment as if this is the only thing in existence is Real Musick because it is Alive.

And living musick gives life to everyone.

Take down the industry of dead music.

Write something, start with what you know and work from t'here'

Q: I'm not a songwriter and I rely on other people to put words to my emotions, I can still put feel into my music regardless but I'd like to start writing. How do I get started?

If you want to start writing but haven't got the confidence yet - TRY THIS -
1. Feel the song (if you don't feel it, don't do it).
2. Empathize with the intent/starting point of the song and feel yourself in that position (or change it according to something that you can feel it for - eg, I sing Folsom Prison Blues from the perspective that first world life and all its boxes is really just a fluffed up style of fancy prison for higher class slaves - that may not be what you feel, but it works for me to make it something that is authentic in my expression).
3. Write.
4. Sing and make it rote (repeat until you don't need to read it).
5. Put your own feel into it, every time you perform.
6. When performing don't be frightened you will forget lyrics or sing the wrong thing, improvise! In the moment sing what is true for you, and if you are feeling it, the words come!

Trust yourself and your expression. 

Feeling has been made into something dirty and naughty by society but real musick utilises feeling and the ability to touch someone without using your hands.

Q: You speak a lot about 'feel'. I don't understand. What is feel, how do I 'feel' in music?
Express unconditionally what you want to sing from the bottom of your heart and feel will come.

Express the ability to touch other people physically but with musick instead. And this doesn't just mean sex but emotion, love, embrace, intimacy, truth - sing so others literally feel what you are singing and/or why you are singing it.

Trust yourself and feel will come. Music without feel is just a repetition. This is the different between LIVE music and a recording. But just because it is LIVE does not mean it is felt. Feeling is had within the moment and its expression is timeless.

Love,

Monty

fb.com/theOSMProjekt

Upperclass - Open Source Musick release

Here is another Open Source Musick Projekt (fb.com/theOSMProjekt)Release.

With love.

Soundcloud link:
https://soundcloud.com/montego-ikarus/upperclass

Chords and Lyrics =

Verse Chords: E G A B C G F
Chorus Chords: E A => G B

Upper Class

Upper middle-class how long will your wealth be safe
I wonder
You hold just enough capital collectively
to start the ball rolling on something serious
Or will you wait in safeness for your safeness to be plucked from you
and say goodbye
say goodbye to all the good reasons you like Bohemian Freo

Chorus:
We are demons and we have no control
And control is our opium, yeah                    x2

Oh future free people
Won’t you let go of the past
What we remember is what we repeat
The path that you focus on is the path that lights up
And it’s the path you repeat
War is now necessary
We’re bound to compete
Competitions’ bonds sold for every soul deceased
Reap your rewards now before the ripe time
Everybody dies in the end

Chorus

Oh audience of Freo
Won’t you look up at the sky and see the stars in your eyes
The earth is moving in a corkscrew fashion
We are never in the same place twice
The manner of each new moment is a new beginning
And every closing meme a necessary end
Won’t you look up to what will become
Because we’ve given it the space to be what it is

Chorus  x 2

Please replace 'Freo' with your chosen town or city that used to be a bohemian hotspot full of colour and life but is now a gentrified dungeon run by an upper middle class legion of zombies.

Freo referred to Fremantle, Western Australia.

Please share, edit, sing on the streets!

As I am.

Thanks,

Monty

"We are demons and we have no control; and control is our opium, yeah." - Montego Ikarus

Love Shit - Raw Acoustic

"Throw out the government!
Burn the Banks!"

To a nice jazzy arrangement.

Check out this new song written by Montego Ikarus released under The Open Source Musick Projekt (fb.com/theOSMProjekt)

Sound cloud -
https://soundcloud.com/montego-ikarus/love-shit-raw-and-acoustic

LYRICS and CHORDS =

Chords - I'm playing in Eb tuning, can be played in normal tuning just fine. the main chord for this is Am7 which drops to Abm7 occasionally. I fiddle with this variation for the verse bits. The chorus goes from D7 to C7 and then back to Am7. The little solo bit after the first 'Love Shit' before the song gets real drags it up from G7 up to Am7 after the C7. Muck around with it, add sevenths and jazzy chords here and there and you've got the song. Any questions just comment please.

Love Shit

This is the story of a girl

Her name is Lorelei
She convinced me I needed love
Or I would die

She had so much love to give
Out of thin air, love she made, Believe
She owns all my love
She is love’s inventor

Saved me from the meat market push and shove, yes she did
Saved me from the meat market push and shove, oh yeah

Then like a contract from the devil
She made me sign a pact
To owe her love back to a level
What to do with love’s die cast

This debt accrues with interest
She is the only one that can beset
Interest perpetually accumulates on interest
Creating an infinitely unpayable debt

What will it be, love struck folly
Deep love – deeper love – love slave … or deep shit

[guitar solo]

(This is a very different story
And I’m about to tell it to you now)

Lorelei is the bank that owns the world
Her love is the money that enslaves the people
It can never be paid back
Because the self-created source is not generous
(but spiteful and brooding)

To stop the cycle
That won’t stop until you act
One, love your neighbour
Two, burn the banks

And teach your children to produce as well as consume
Take control and run money as the people

Fat cats sit on their wealth
Dragons sleep on gold
They both know something we don’t
Only a select few can live and not be sold

Poverty and pain
Is inevitable and even necessary
To maintain the status quo
Of the current economic reign

Throw out the government
Burn the banks
They’re giving thin air for your blood
sweat and tears

Money is not good enough
Money cannot breathe
It’s not even good enough for a rag to wipe (something I can't say in front of the kids)

Deep love – deeper love – love slave – love *poop*

Deep love – deeper love – love slave – love *poop*

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Please sing this loud on the streets EVERYWHHERE!

As I am!

Thanks,

Monty

Extra verse for Zombie by the Cranberries

Thank slate.com for this photo which was accompanied by the following caption, "Why the zombie boom is really about the economic fears of white-collar workers."

I claim no rights to this song. I've just written an extra verse to it as part of the Open Source Musick Projekt. Which if sang alone without the other verses with its own chord variations and slightly different melody,  is lawfully a different song.

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Another loving human, trained to kill, dies needlessly
To fight rich men's war, protect their toys, how are we being fooled?

It's the same greedy man since all of this began
In your heads, in your heads,  they're controlling
With democracy, nationalism, statism, and their media
In your head,  in your head, the war is fighting

It's in your heads, in your heads
Zombie, Zombie, Zombie    x2

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Enjoy it. Have fun.  And make it yours.  Shout it out on the street,  share it with others.

Love,

Monty