Nowhere Left To Hide

by Mark Ayling

It's the way we view the world through blinkered eyes Claustrophobic in the darkness, shuttered from the light Always hoping for the best, never expecting the worst Into ourselves we immerse The crowds on the High Street Reflect the solitary lives that we lead View the world in the palm of their hand Never seeing past the end of their feet Enslaved to a 6" screen Sharing information so comfortably With no uncertainty But confusion starts within As the walls come closing in The satellites orbiting round and round Beaming information back to the ground As we whisper breathlessly beneath the constant gaze of the enemy Stationed on every corner, the silent sentry Behavioural profiling for database entry Through miles and miles of network cables to central control and the banks of black and white screens They're watching you, watching them, watching me As we blink into the light Fists clenched ready to fight and start to raise the questions they say "It's for your own protection and if you've done nothing wrong you'll have nothing to hide!" So the radar towers and listening stations Guarded by men with guns and uniforms Are no longer needed, they've been succeeded By the black box informer in your living room and forward facing/backward thinking windscreen mounted cameras To protect ourselves and to police each other It's for my own protection but I've done nothing wrong and I've got nowhere left to hide
The tap-wire telegraph buzzes into life The bloodied hands twisting the knife Disguising the story between the lines Sensationalised through jaundiced eyes We don't see the plotting between truth and lies and propaganda buried beneath black and white On through the night these rumour mills churn On and on..... They control the balance of power, yet they talk of peace But it's all just hollow words from my TV screen It means nothing in these streets So for salvation we look to the skies The thunder above us as brave heroes fly On the orders of the protected few (The short sighted view) So we distract ourselves and try to get back to our lives But the paranoia spreads, deeper and deeper they've pushed this wedge Where once you would be my brother, now we're strangers to one another But we have nowhere left to hide on either side of the great divide This is not our fight No this is not our fight This is not our fight But you won't read that in black and white


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released June 1, 2018


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Mark Ayling UK

A lifelong drummer, Mark Ayling has branched out into the world of acoustic music. Discarding the usual folk/acoustic influences such as Bob Dylan and Woody Guthrie, Mark takes his inspiration from artists as diverse as The Jam, New Model Army, The Specials, Motorhead and Joy Division, creating a sound that has the energy of punk whilst retaining the melodic elements of the acoustic guitar. ... more

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