The Ocean is Alive and Listening

I’ve always felt that the world is alive and aware of us. It’s almost as if, as a child, i could feel intelligence in the sand, on the breeze, soaking the earth with rain and pushing up out of the soil as plant life. Thankfully, i’ve never outgrown this feeling.

But lately i’ve been wondering how the world would feel, if it were able to sing? What came to me, after spending copious hours on the beaches of south coast NSW, was a set of lyrics that expressed anger and frustration at the endless stupidity of the human race, as well as love for self and all, wrapped up in a sound that could best be communicated in rollicking, rocking, big electronic sounds inspired by the punk DIY ethic, the industrial nature of modern society, the grunge explosion and everything in between. This seemed like the kind of music that could carry my lyrics of dark ecomysticism and cutting social commentary; especially when i was lucky enough to be able to record such songs with incredible musicians capable of improvising their own way around this sonic scape of mythic dimensions.

That band is called SEVERINS. And lo, they do rock, my friends, they surely do. The forthcoming album is titled RECONNECT.

Listen to What The Ocean Feels

The first song in this set is called “What The Ocean Feels“. The lyrics are inspired by the oceanic shorelines i live and breathe every day. I wrote some of the words watching them, some diving into them, some while underwater, and some while running alongside them. These words spring freely out of the foamy waves crashing upon the beach, just as Aphrodite is constantly reborn, just as the white-maned horses of the sea god thunder down upon our shores, writhing in passionate embrace of their elemental existence, celebrating what they are without limit, destined to rejoin their kin in the sky even as they rise from the depths of The Ocean to greet us on land. The Ocean wants us to love it, to revere it, as the home and great regenerative fount of life … but it is angry, it is roiling over as it also must spew forth the rubbish we dispense upon its beauty, which rolls out of the rivers and despoils It. Please listen to it sing, give thanks to The Ocean, and share the love as widely as possible.

What The Ocean Feels 

Say hello to the ocean, 

Say hello with your mind

Say hello to the ocean, 

Say hello with your body

It may not not want to be friends with you

And you’re gonna have to roll with that 

It may not want to play friendly now

Not since we used it as a dumping ground

Our ancient ancestry

Formed out of brine and solar energy

Home of life

Our first bodies swam out of here

So how would you feel, 

Ignored and abused? 

When you gave birth to life

And then received all of our refuse

So how would you feel, being the ocean … 

listening in? 

So say thank you to the ocean, 

Say thank you with your mind

Say thank you to the ocean, yeah, 

Say thank you with your body

‘Real life’ has become fantasy

‘Real life’ has become fantasy

All indications, at least from reliable climate science, are that we are hurtling towards eco-apocalypse. Yet, every day, we hear government and industry leaders plan for a future that completely ignores the most vital message of our times. I listen to the news on the radio; we need more infrastructure, we are planning for more business, we are spending more on weapons, we continue to be motivated by growth.

My fleeting experiences of mass media give me an outsiders view; the kind you see when you look at a place with fresh eyes, trying to discern its over-riding themes and messages. There is a lot of beer and skittles, bread and circus action, of course, which does its job of keeping most people from thinking about important things like societal direction and cohesion in a time of increasing chaos … but more importantly, there is this ongoing fantasy that the way we live is going to continue.

 

[Warning: don’t watch this video with the kids around, or if you’re feeling squeamish about curent trends in facisct violence. It’s genuinely disturbing in the second half. But, hey, how are we going to acknowledge that the party is over if we don’t face its depravity every now and then?]

It is as if the melting of the poles, the increasingly terrifying storms, the disappearing island atolls, bushfires in winter, earth-cracking droughts becoming worse, the insect apocalypse are all just more items on the 24/7 entertainment landscape. What is still touted as ‘real life,’ the everyday norm we still enjoy (for now), is a dangerous fantasy, because it ensures that most of our attention is devoted to keeping this disastrously eco-cidal downward spiral of destruction continuing.

In times like this, imagination is the most important faculty we have. Also very high on the list are trusting actual scientists, being suspicious of what political leaders are motivated by, ignoring media hype about celebrity and sharing fine sentiments with friends and loved ones … but using our imagination to find new ways of being, which are less carbon dependent and more community minded, is absolutely vital. Remember your roots in deep culture folks! Trust in self, join with others, find your soul in nature, indulge in music and dance and poetry and live as if there is no tomorrow. Otherwise, we may need to 🙂