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Beatboxer and host with the most, Bass6 grills me about writing music, warming up at festivals, the influence of my psychology degree on my music and other little tid bits. This video is put together by James Mckenzie-Blyth for humanbeatbox.com
SPACESHIP EARTH
Live performance video
‘Check this I’m sick of the tricks, sick of the purists. For ages we misfits not talking bout what day it is. The world has made us into capitalistic fatalists, I looking around this place but can’t find the people that I came with.
Will all the real truly free people please stand up, tell me somebody out there still hasn’t given up. Is this living of ours living up to the vision or does this revolution stop at your coffee cup, huh,
Fuck this, I’m sick of the shit, sick of the business, sick of the world tending to be my witness, sick of pretending to be this identity hypothesis, force my metamorphosis, throw my caution to the wind with total thoughtlessness.
I and I is a hungry soul, society gone bad but we need not fall so face the demons stealing into these maddening days, find them in the minds eye, take aim and blow them away.
We got to purify, from the inside out.
Check the bass, check the middle, check the treble but lets take this music to another level. We’re like pebbles dropping into the water causing ripples for our sons and daughters, there’s no borders, just all of us shouting orders.
Today it’s spiritual this, spiritual that, tell me you heard this: Presidents talking about a higher purpose. If they’re TALKING about this shit we’ve got to be LIVING it in earnest, become impervious, so the holy wars will never hurt us.
One love, one god, one world, one something.. but loads of words that don’t mean nothing. You can’t fool me with fantasy circus circling semblances of sacred service, only want to know what is your holy purpose.
I and I is a fighting soul, I am one man but I am you all, so spread the wealth, slake the worlds thirst but know we can only save the world when we say ourselves first.
We got to purify, from the inside out.
So yes be angry, yes be mad, yes be shocked and awed but whatever the fuck you do don’t be bored. Yes the beat don’t stop this epoch’s not the end, cities chock-a-block but still got oxygen, still got, something to fight for, die for, something to live my life for and I intend to be one of the survivors, but that’s is cos, the buck stops with us, no ifs no buts, no matter who you cuss. If your not on the bus it wont be enough to save you, if you don’t reach the ocean the tide wont turn in your favour and all those leaving planet earth will be like ‘See ya later’….
We got to purify, from the inside out.’
WHITE LIGHT
Live at KOKO for ONETASTE
MC Xander performed at the debut for OneTaste Collective at KOKO in London. Film edited by Paul Evans.
http://www.onetaste.co.uk
Lyrics:
“We gotta face it head on this time and I’m touching base with the moving inner eye, farewell brother, we gotta go, Got to open the mind, touch the plateau,
When I journey to the base of this pain I place the blame on the one who holds my name and no-one else, deal with the cards I’ve been dealt, I’m about to follow what I’ve always felt,
I got the spinning conspiracies evoked close to me, one mans delusion is one mans satori, well I’m feeling the third eye presence, bright luminescence, my hands are shaking with the outside essence,
Enough muse on my recent demise, we got the way and the means so we rise, consciously, into the ether. If you remain true to yourself they will be believe you,
I hold this close to me, you gotta know I hold this close to me,
Now elevate up from a place mundane, without the pulse of fear pushing terror to my brain, they can keep their backward mindset I’ll defect and show the world what I’m seeing yet,
Learning to expose the lie, we are falling to another dawning I hear the warning sign as calamity clamours for popularity,
I’m left trying to justify why I can hear the poem like a rhapsody, you can never tear down the factory, you can never know why the ghetto vibrates I contemplate placing normality. You say I want to hold this close to me, well I’m wearing these words like a rosary as we’re moving deep inside, moving into the bright white light.”
HOW I MAKE MUSIC WITH BEATBOX
Demonstration
I was interviewed by Sylvia Rowley for the independent online music blog http://blogs.independent.co.uk/2011/01/31/qabeatboxer-mc-xander where she asked me show her how I make my vocal music. The following is not a song, it was a freestyle that I made up on the fly just to demonstrate the gear and what kinda stuff I do to it!
GNOSIS
Live performance video
Art and film direction: James Mckenzie-Blyth – http://www.flyotw.co.uk
Lyrics:
Dice thrown, wheels spinning, coming out for the end day. Moving in ever-increasing circles towards the foray. Consolidated wealth conglomerates monopolize and we downsize, still you insist your god is on my side. Where will you go when you’re running the whole show? For the puppet master moves faster and we follow to our death as we test our own divinity, playing games of Russian roulette in the antechamber of infinity.
For many of us a sense of timelessness abounds, cause and effect have meaning when your times running out. We burn bridges: eradicated the renaissance of thought and replaced it with emaciated automatons. And through it all we blame the times, for what is our own frailty. Our TV nation is existentially short-changing all of us, but whether we make a fuss or just trust the stuff were told, we better brace for the tale as it unfolds.
We never know when the gnosis comes, when the gnosis comes we stand in awe. Our manna flows and the inner strength grows and we hold onto the righteous cause.
Check the schism, scrutinize the protocol, I bring criticism to a system whose sole aim is control, we’re not falling for this anymore we’re transcending humanity’s vanity with total clarity and we will not fall. Like a ball bouncing out of the water, rising up to the sun, our spirits buoy us up, we know the real battle is won. As the inner strength grows, despite of our falls, we take the breaks off, I call unto those about ready for take off, take this.
Let’s elevate from our nation state, realise we’re self-obsessed, let galvanise the world to a higher mode of consciousness. And in the pressure we draw into the sand, a new kind of vision cracks wide across the land.
We never know when the gnosis comes, when the gnosis comes we stand in awe. Our manna flows and the inner strength grows and we hold onto the righteous cause.
Yes we hold onto the righteous cause.
SICK OF THE LIES
Live performance video
This is another live performance video of my ‘angry protest track’, Sick of the lies, Shot by the artful and inimitable Ben Dowden. By the way, I’m not just talking about ‘big’ war but of the struggles we have within ourselves, between ourselves, in fact in every sphere of our life. let me know if your feeling it.
We’ll never have another, don’t be a silly bugger,
Check under the tree have a more than a stocking stuffer
It make my belly shudder, Don’t want to eat my supper
Come mother earth wanna serve jam and peanut butter
Another latecomer, here comes a great summer,
Arnie Schwarzenegger owns more than eight hummers,
But the trees suffer, too many woodcutter,
Each and everyone is killing off the earth mother
I shouldn’t even entertain the scene, humanity: insanity machine
Admit that it is us that lost this dream, Last generation passed the buck onto me.
Like a duck out of the water, we’re not going where we oughta
Pretend we’re getting tougher, fronting that we got this covered
But the rights are given up ah, given to the new-world-order
Too many men are nutters, taking out sisters and brothers.
Oh why won’t you see for your self, oh why wont you see for your self
Because I’m sick of the lies and I’m sick of the war and I’m
Sick of the lies and I’m sick of the war.
What did I really come here for? should have been among the sons of war
Time is on, and many man come but gotta be a part of the freedom cause
What a mess were in, we’ve got money in the tin,
But a president acting like a totalitarian
Some of them think it don’t matter, why the fat cats are getting fatter
Some of them think the phenomenon is given on a silver platter
What you seek to gain is what you can’t afford, well I’m
Sick of the lies and sick of the war
There’s a young man in an old cafe, rising his coffee cup he says
“I’m holding on to yesterday, until I build a better world some way”
Just let your mind fall away, It doesn’t matter what the haters say
Forget that man has to be this way
Forget that man has to be a slave
Follow your art, say what you’re saying
It’s all around so why are we waiting?
Come on people now we better start celebrating,
People all around, we better start celebrating
People all around, we better start celebrating
Come on everybody, we better start celebrating
People all around, we better start celebrating
Come on everybody, come on everybody now yo
People all around, we better start celebrating
If your mind is not ok then do some meditation
There better be another way until we’re communicating
We got to move faster because humanity is fading
I can see that we need intelligence operating,
We better call Mister T and the rest of the A-Team
