Wabi Sabi

by Citizen Nobody

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Our second self produced album. Recorded in our rehearsal room somewhere in Belfast.

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released March 13, 2019

Citizen Aly -Drums
Citizen David - Vocals, Guitar, Synths
Citizen John - Bass

Additional musicians
John McCullough - Keys
Jim McNally - Cello

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CitizenNobody Belfast, UK

Citizen Nobody are a three piece band from Belfast/Northern Ireland. Sound like the illegitimate son of Stiff Little Fingers and Van Morrison.

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Track Name: Occupy The Forest (Feat. John Trudell)
So small can't be seen.
Your rainbow nights a sight to see.
Your holy war of bird and tree.
Is calling, calling, calling, calling me.
Come with me we'll occupy the forest.
Track Name: Animals Dream
When the animal falls to dream.
Do they hear the trees scream?
For the burning black forests ring.
To the sound of the machine king.
And through valleys once so serene.
We pour poison down a mountain stream.

Here they lie our soul sequela.
Hungry for the humbling of the Indra.

And these missionaries and pioneers.
They leave a sad trail of tears.
Of soldiers and wooden crosses.
Among the flowers and among the mosses.

Here they lie our soul sequela.
Hungry for the humbling of the Indra.

Does black water?
Run through the animals dream.
Does black water?
Run through the animals dream.
Does black water?
Run through the animals dream?

Life is water.
Life is water in the animals dream.
Life is water.
Life is water in the animals dream.
Life is water.
Life is water in the animals dream.
Track Name: Arms To Yemen
We're coming, from Washington and London Paris and Berlin we're coming.
With arms for oil and oil for blood we're coming.
Arms to Yemen.

We're coming.
Fe Fi Fo Fum have a machine gun.
Coming.
With famine and disease no profit in peace we're coming.
Arms to Yemen.

Forget about dissent elect a piss orange cotton candy haired buffoon for president.
And the government decree forget about the bribery from B.A.E. to the house of Saudi.
Coming.
Bombs are flying and babies are dying.
Arms to Yemen.

Private warriors in suits and ties patriot missiles precision guided sieg heils.
No time for war crimes nothing to see, see it on tv easy as 1,2,3.

No one cares
About the life of the Yemenie.
No one cares
About the life of the Yemenie.
No one cares, no one cares.
No one cares
About the life of the Yemenie.
No one cares
About the life of the Yemenie child.
Track Name: V.I.P. (Vultures In Power)
He stormed a rain stormed night.
Full of sad eyed warriors bruised from the fight.
He went searching for his muse he was following his scent.
He was smelling her perfume that Lebanon sent.
Her perfume smelt of Lebanon.
Her perfume smelt of Lebanon.
Her perfume smelt of Lebanon hold on baby I won't be long.
Her perfume smelt of Lebanon.
V.I.P.
Vultures in power
V.I.P.
Vultures in power.
VI.P.
Vultures in power.
V.I.P.
Saw her from across the valley.
Saw the moon shine in her silver belly.
So he climbed on board he magpie wing.
Goodbye vultures 1,2,3.
There's no place i'd rather be so you fly and i'll sing.
V.I.P.
Vultures in power
V.I.P.
Vultures in power.
VI.P.
Vultures in power.
V.I.P.
Track Name: Falling Into Nothing
We're falling.
We're falling into nothing.
As the apple falls so does the moon.
We're falling through space time falling through this cedar room.
As sure as the wind will blow.
The falling leaves fall slow.
Light falls in a black hole.
As sure as the seed will grow.
And reach for the stars that glow.
Light falls in a black hole.
Everything it flows.
Flows like the water flows.
Everything it flows.
Flows like the water flows.
We're falling.
We're falling in love.
We're falling in and out of love.
Falling into nothing.
Track Name: Dead Flowers and Broken Dreams
I'm falling.
I'm falling in love again.
Takes a strange kind of lady.
To fool me again.
And the stars in the sky.
They glisten the rain on the street.
You got me falling.
Down at your feet.
These streets they are filled with dead flowers and broken dreams.
Sad eyed warriors that haunt these cold city streams.
Tonight will be like nothing that you've ever seen.
That is why I am falling.
I'm falling in love again.
Come and lay dowuse n beside me.
I'll love you all over again.
These streets they are filled with dead flowers and broken dreams.
Sad eyed warriors that haunt these cold city streams.
Don't worry about tomorrow.
'Cause I'll be gone by then.
So til then I am falling.
I'm falling, I'm falling in love.
I am falling, falling, I'm falling in love.
I am falling.
In love again.
Track Name: The Solitary Reaper
Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
And sings a melancholy strain;
O listen! for the Vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.

No Nightingale did ever chaunt
More welcome notes to weary bands
Of travellers in some shady haunt,
Among Arabian sands:
A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard
In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,
Breaking the silence of the seas
Among the farthest Hebrides.

Will no one tell me what she sings?—
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
And battles long ago:
Or is it some more humble lay,
Familiar matter of to-day?
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
That has been, and may be again?

Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang
As if her song could have no ending;
I saw her singing at her work,
And o'er the sickle bending;—
I listened, motionless and still;
And, as I mounted up the hill,
The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more.
Track Name: Baby Talk
Don't mind your dirty looks.
Your dishes in the sink or you stealing my books.
'Cause you got all your powers in the wee hours dear.
Don't mind you hanging around.
Turning back clocks and watching leaves turn brown.
If the nights grow longer all the better dear.
You know I love your baby talk.
Don't mind your standing your ground.
Kicking at the man until the walls come down.
Don't mind your snoring.
Don't find you boring.
Don't mind holding your hand.
And walking in the rain around the old bandstand.
Don't mind your poems.
I love these moments.
Dear.
You know I love your baby talk.
You know I love your baby talk.
You know I love your baby talk.
Track Name: Freedom Song
Some they say.
That you can never be free.
That freedoms just a sad old memory of a long gone melody.
That you should close your eyes.
You should unlove your heart.
You should do what your told and plant your flowers in the dark.
To you I say.
I have always been free.
Freedom is more than a sad old memory to me.
There is freedom in our heart.
There is freedom in our love.
There is freedom in the stars above.

Open up your heart.
Open all the doorways to your heart.
And dragons you'll slay.
All the love in the world.
Is held in your heart.
All the love a heart can hold is in your heart.

Aye, aye, aye, aye.
I love the freedom in you.
Aye there's love in your smile.
There's love in your voice.
I love the freedom in you.

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