1. MUSIC & FILM by Dean Omori

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    FREEDOM ENOUGH

    Is freedom in a bottle
    Is freedom sleeping rough
    Is freedom everything you want
    Is freedom in love
    Too much freedom kills more than not enough

    Is freedom on your side
    Is freedom on your soul
    Is freedom in the trenches
    Is freedom in this world
    Is the freedom you stole from your enemy
    The freedom you take home

    Is freedom in their memories
    Is freedom in their cry
    Is freedom in your suicide
    Is freedom in your lies
    Freedom march me home
    Freedom’s a long long way to die

    Freedom in your head
    Freedom to smile

    Is freedom what they allow ya
    Is freedom what they sold
    Is there freedom in a womb
    Is freedom when they sell a little girl
    Is freedom designed by men
    So they can covet the world

    Is freedom in your ignorance
    Is freedom what you dream of
    Is freedom forged in dignity
    Freedom above
    Is freedom the price of privilege
    Is freedom enough

    Is freedom on your side
    Is freedom on your soul
    Is freedom in the trenches
    Is freedom in this world
    Is the freedom you stole from your enemy
    The freedom you take home

    Freedom in your head
    Freedom on my own

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  2. Music & Film by Dean Omori

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    THE TRUTH WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

    We will not be removed from power or preplaced with a viable alternative brother. Yet at the same time we have convinced you that your democracy will enable the people to bring down governments and there bring about change.

    The truth will not be televised

    We will not offer you the soldiers truth or promote the ideas of love over war. We will not show our mistake in poverty, ignorance or out of freedom. And we will not take blame for that which we did not do when it was needed, nor shall we allow you to know the price of human life.

    The truth will not be televised

    But we will continue to patronise and spoon-feed you the news that we feel appropriate for your obedience. And in recompense we will entertain you, medicate you with television and pop acts until you learn the fantasy of gratitude. And all of mass entertainment shall be controlled, infecund, rendered unable to raise a single act of subversion.

    The truth will not be televised

    And we will stand tall from great heights and look down upon you with an idols contempt at your sycophantic applause. We have won and you have lost brother. For you have not the passion left to muster a revolution to escape our economic, ecological and democratic tyranny.

    The truth will not be televised

    And we will not examine ourselves in front of you; we will not do what is right for mankind, planet earth or the poor because the makers of money become have become their own god. As lives tumble worthless in quantities untold. We abide to an ancient set of laws that keep you safe in our treacherous deceit.

    The truth will not be televised

    And all the time you will believe your country is better than theirs, your belief is stronger, your people more deserving, your armies more justified and your children more loved and we are equal. You will believe your own propaganda brother. And all this time you will be plugged in, turned off and copped out.

    The truth will not be televised

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  3. Music & film By Dean Omori

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    In the last 60 years music has strained and roared, it has disowned us, empowered us, released us, defined us and it drives us all home. Music has given us a soundtrack to live in, the symphony for love, a score for both pregnancy and suicide and a soundscape for happiness and longing. It provokes prejudice, anarchy, freedom and justice. Music can make your skin shiver, your tempo shift and your love organs come to life. It is no better to a rich mans ears than for that of the poor. Music is the choreographer of dance. Yet music evokes all of this without being touched or fully understood; it is airborne, it is ephemeral, it is dream theory and then it is gone…

    But I am scared by the banality of modern music and its reason to be. They’ve stolen its honesty, rendered it superficial, a commodity worthless, a gameshow, empty gesture, a competition, an advertising tool, Money makes you God or irrelevant.

    But what of music’s utter sublimity, it’s profound tragedy, its hedonistic glory, the treasures that come not immediately, but brew upon your soul with time and love. The music that forces you to pull over and cry unashamedly, to fill you with the full force of life, and in time music shall return you to a moment with intense accuracy. Our musical collective of this world is enormous, life affirming, varied, vibrant, grinding, intelligent, sad and wild; so filled with dreams and instinct that it burns with the self same energy that once lit mankind’s greatest journeys.

    But if music is anything, then it is defiant. It is stitched into the lub-dub of every heart. Music is quite simply our greatest gift to the world. And I hear it alive and inventive in cafes, in clubs, on street corners on rooftops, online and offshore, deep inside your head, on your lips, in the harmony and disharmony of lives and our loves. Our musical presence is emanating through the walls of motel rooms on bad speakers, on the low end beats teenage cars, handed around on earphones. It lives on the curves of her rhythm, the gravel of her voice and on the bass of his words. Let it be invented in bedrooms, in prison yards, with attitude and reason, make it without time signatures, play off the notes, dream it, live it, bend it, break it, offend God, don’t apologize, turn it up, record the cries and the agonies of love. *Bang buckets, spit bars, scream, sing, slam, damn your soul and condemn your body, let your music be free.

    All children can sing, make new music, let it lift you, make you better, turn it up, shout back at thunder, move your body and soul. Lose the company. Find the rebel, lose the pretence and the genre. Be proud, not instructed, be creative. Its only music, learn how to hear it all over again *and throw the whole fucking world at this beautiful thing we do to the silence.

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  4. MUSIC & FILM By Dean Omori

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    Dear Syria
    Are you alone in the world
    Doctors are crying camps brutal and cold
    We see you in a poster on a wall
    Chemical violation means nothing at all
    There’s but death on the road to Damascus once more

    Oh Syria

    Dear Allah
    The human needs saving
    In a small town mosque even Jesus is praying
    Mankind born of devil and dust
    I know sometimes I’m just the shadow of love
    Everyday I want to receive you more and more

    Oh Allah

    Dear Syria
    The charities are screaming
    The torture and the death toll and the hands up are bleeding
    And your soldiers of fortune what are they fighting for
    Not the forgotten children in this forgotten war
    Is there anyone left with the power to save ‘em all

    Oh Syria

    Dear Syria
    This world is a beautiful kiss
    Faith and the faithless are we still all brothers in this
    Still quenching our swords in the slaves of men
    Its not right its not right when’s it gonna end
    I’ve seen us in love throw our arms around the world

    Oh Syria

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