Strophe and Catastrophe

Anthropocene catastrophe haunts us, Cyclic crisis come round again.
I come round too, anguished beggar
that I am, despised and alone.

Each morning welcomes tea and emptiness,
confusion in the heart, chaos in the planet,
windrows aflame in some quiet corner of hell,
endless possibilities for change.

Everyone senses a reckoning is at hand,
a strange twisted future beckoning, and
everyone longs for the freedom of the storyteller
making up the song as he goes along.

Narratives come and go like vivid daydream,
sunlight on an empty chair, abstracted mind.
Memories arise, and dissipate unnoticed,
of times and places long ago left behind.

Everyone senses a reckoning is at hand,
a strange twisted future beckoning, and
everyone longs for the freedom of the storyteller
making up the song as he goes along.

Song Notes

Tempo: 100 BPM
Time Signature: 8/8
Key: F# minor
Notes: G# F# B (exception phrase C# D)

• Play the bass riff three times between each verse.
• After the 3rd and 5th verses or chorus, play the “exception riff.”
• At the end of the song:
  1. Play the bass riff three times
  2. Play the “exception phrase”
  3. Play the bass riff three more times

Song by Kanya Lyons