The stagnant pond.

If one defends a position that they know is flawed, or worse, completely corrupt, then they are delusional and stupid.

Take most politicians these days, they fight for a better way, if they are well intentioned, yet they know the system of voting is not democratic or anywhere near good enough to call democracy. If you look at it closely enough, do we even want democracy, given these conditions? I would say we do but only if those that vote are absolutely sure they know what they are voting for and have clear, educated ideas of what the person or party they vote for represents. Do you believe that almost all voters are well educated and fully aware of the policies and ideals that their political representative holds? I do not. Though I am pretty clear on this, modern politicians are willing to lie to us in order to obtain power over us. That is why I want to see “the system” change. Politicians who uphold the system as it stands are in my mind scum.

Politicians obtain power within our current system and once they obtain power, they become unwilling or at very least unable to change the system. So they defend the status quo. I believe the “status quo” is a stagnant pond of corruption and greed. That which benefits from being on the upper most parts of a stagnant pond is called scum. Yet there are monsters outside the pond who rely on the scum, ensuring the stagnant pond keeps regenerating new scum. In this ugly analogy of our current “system of government” we are (as voters) way down at the bottom of pond, we are bottom feeders. So, in order for the system to change we must evolve, we must rise up and reject the system and find a better way. We cannot do this within the stagnant pond. For you see, those that are scum will say we are just another bottom feeder. Those that control the stagnant pond monitor the surface of the pond and if any of it starts to be openly aware of what is keeping it afloat they replace it. The pond cannot evolve without massive agitation and the monitors are constantly checking the surface of the stagnant pond.

I remember as a child the putrid stench of a stagnant pond on some landfill we called “the dumps.” I was aware that it was toxic.

Political Scum on The Stagnant Pond.


In order to truly understand who I am, I have been on an inward journey most of my life. I discovered my truth, not “the truth” but my own, my sense of duty to my truth can be traced in part through my music. My focus has been deemed selfish; it has been called blindness and a waste of my time. I have shifted priorities, I have been turned around, I have been foolish and I have been smart but overall I have remained true. I believe, we have been lied to most of our lives by others, we can believe others, or we can look for our own truth, it’s really that simple. It’s not easy but I do believe, it’s that simple.

Power, I believe, is the quest of most humans; some seek it gently with influence, others with any and all means available. I believe what most people really seek is the power of control, to be able to find order in the chaos. The most powerful people for me are the subtle influencers, they seek a way to use their influence to make changes for themselves and then try to build a better world.

This leads us calmly to our present predicament.

Those that abuse their power, by any and all means, for personal gain, are being followed by the very people they have duped; they have found a way to manipulate us with greed. My advise to anyone who may read this, don’t follow greedy fools.

Lackeys and lickspittles, lords and masters, get thee hence…In other words, f*ck off!

I grew up in the west country of England. I now live on the west coast of America, I have lived here for almost thirty years. I tried to shake off the stifling class system I was brought up in and I tried to embrace the idea of the United States. A hopeless romantic notion of mine and many others. I was willing to work hard and accept my rewards, it was an adventure at first. I was foolish enough to believe that it was a brave new world. I scratched the surface and there it was, the same elitism, the same divisive system, only this time it was wrapped up a bit differently. It was a clever deceit, sold as idealistic and democratic. After all, it did say “we the people” and they did have a “civil rights” movement. I fell for it a bit, but I really did not believe it. A lot of people I know here believe it though. Some of them speak of change, and how they have a bill of rights, these people did believe that they were the “we” and believed they were represented by well meaning leaders. Oh yes, they believed so hard, they would rather believe the lie than look for the truth, they were very patriotic. Some are so fervently patriotic, they said I should go home, some even suggested I should go live in Russia or China. I mostly laugh at these people but sometimes they worry me. I must admit though, I have also met so many brilliant and radical people here, people who are willing and able to perpetuate real change in society. Free thinkers, unencumbered by their childhood, unlike me. These are my real friends, these artists and rebels are ready for change. Some lack direction due to many years of indoctrination, sure we all do, but they are excited to push for a better world.

One of the things that bothers me though is this idea that we can change things by voting. The existence of people defending “democracy” when they have no grasp of “the control system” is in itself a tool of the “ruling elite.” They use the word “democracy” in order to maintain their power. If you want to see how democracy works (given the level of awareness in society) then just look around you. The great divide that exists in society, is not just economic; it is based on the willing servants to the system. Lords and masters who are willing to exploit the ridiculous notion that they are the ones who are born to rule. Also to blame, though less so, are the lackeys and the lickspittles, who willingly bow down to their “betters.” Society can change, people can change, we can change but usually we don’t, until we need too. I suggest that time has well and truly come.

Are we “the system”? That is the real question for me. I believe that for the most part we are. Sure, we don’t agree with it and we rail against it but we make up society, all of us. The rules, the regulations, the power and the weakness are all ours. So, given that, we can be the change we need to see in the system, right? Hold your horses, wait a minute, can we really change it? I honestly believe we can. It might take a week or two, but hey, what’s time, we got our lifetime. Well, there’s the rub, most people think about themselves, I know I do sometimes. Then they say something like this….a lifetime of struggle for change and I ain’t gonna see any of it, sod that. Most people are conditioned to be selfish, I know I was; now I think about the long term, generations from now, how will that be? Will humanity survive the bitter divisions; will humanity learn to unlearn its savage history? I have faith in humankind, I see people around me caring for each other, caring for the future of our species, and caring for the planet we live on. We can change. We have too. Where are the radicals? Come out now, we got work to do.


Allegiance by tunnelmental. Release date July 26th 2019.…

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Special thanks to Mitch Steele.


I’m at the checkout strip or chip

Buy a bag and take a trip

Feed the homeless house the feeder

Greedy killer guilty breeder

Should I keep this appointment? The ointment is stinging

The words in my head are constantly spinning

This is my table, what are you bringing? Is this real life?

Then why am I clinging?

Don’t be alarmed. What is that ringing?

Is that a siren, why is she singing?

Consumer fears and shifting gears In a world of shattered schemes

Never trust the well-dressed charlatans In this market of extremes

They’re selling war and glory boys Will you buy their vicious lie?

A line drawn in the shifting sands Where poor boys fight and die.

Burn the flagging symbol crash Smashed and grabbed by petty cash

You bought the lemon with a pledge Allegiance to the razors edge.

Consumer fears and shifting gears In a world of shattered schemes

Never trust the well-dressed charlatans In this market of extremes

They’re selling war and glory boys Will you buy their vicious lie?

A line drawn in the shifting sands Where poor boys fight and die.

Consumer fears and shifting gears In a world of shattered schemes

Never trust the well-dressed charlatans In this market of extremes

They’re selling war and glory boys Will you buy their vicious lie?

A line drawn in the shifting sands Where poor boys fight and die.

my atoms, release date 24th May 2019.

Another single from us to you.

MY ATOMS lyrics.

I climbed the spiral staircase

Deep inside my mind

I saw the light so clearly

From all of humankind

Your sadness overwhelms me

I feel it, so it’s real

I cannot fix it for you

You’ve gotta learn to deal

My Jail has never had bars

My atoms they came from the stars

My Jail has never had bars

My atoms they came from the stars

I tried to offer comfort

You said you needed more

You showed me all your sorrow

You told me I was poor

No more the bright tomorrow

Just darkness at my door

Your bittersweet rendition

Will haunt me evermore

Do I have to be a witness?

Detached from this hell

I never saw you stumble

And now I know you fell

You can’t control another

So I will call you brother

Love will keep me strong

This earth will be my mother

My Jail has never had bars

My atoms they came from the stars

My Jail has never had bars

My atoms they came from the stars

I climbed the spiral staircase

All inside my mind

The vertigo has let me go

False love made me blind

Ride the wave tsunami

Be the brave new army

Refuse to fight with all your might

Those that try to charm me

My Jail has never had bars

My atoms they came from the stars

My Jail has never had bars

My atoms they came from the stars

Here is a link to the music film for my atoms…

This cartoon was made in 1956 and is in the public domain.
It was a commercial for the Oil Industry.
Blind acceptance followed.
Profits before Prophets.
This Earth will be my Mother.

We Can…the story of a song.

Whilst visiting England during the spring of 2014, the idea for a song came to me. I was compelled to record it immediately, so I did a rough version on my laptop. I was listening back to it on headphones when my then 11-year-old daughter Joy came in and asked to listen, of course I said yes. She started humming a melody and then asked if she could write some lyrics. In less than an hour she had written and recorded scratch vocals for the song. That was the start of “we can”.
On our return to the US, Joy came into our studio and we recorded the vocals properly. Derek and I talked about producing the song and writing better music for it. We were recently going through rough ideas for songs that Derek and I have started and shelved, we opened the session and both thought it might be worth having another go at it. Derek re-wrote and produced the music. Joy now almost 16, said we could release it, as long as I let people know that she recorded it when she was 11, she also added that she wants to record some of her new songs soon. 
Nigel of tunnelmental.

We Can by tunnelmental (featuring Joy) will be released May 1st 2019.

Nectar is Red

Nectar is Red.

I am the rascal and I am the saint

I am the wall on which I throw paint

Whatever you call me that’s what I ain’t

The candle is burning the light is quite faint.

Know your darkness shine your light

Ego and I will ride through the night

If I’m on my own, who will I fight?

Is there a wrong? Or am I the right?

Oh, conflict let me be

Good and bad are both in me

If I accept that I am free

Can I find the harmony?

Lost in your pain, you drive me insane, you drive me insane

I should know now, my heart rules my brain, my heart rules my brain

The rebel he rose from ashes of dread

The voices he heard were inside his head

He had to let go of all that was said

Albert had whispered nectar is red

Will this conflict ever cease?

You have brought me to my knees

From this pain I seek release

Can this stranger find his peace?

Now I see why they burned the books, why they burned the books

The mirror smashed, smashed a thousand looks, smashed a thousand looks.

‘same bloke, different hat on’

I am just being honest.
Nigel R Mitchell.

As a child in school I was angry, I had a fire in my belly, I wanted to change the world. Now, I am no longer angry. One funny thing I do remember from school was being told “don’t get ideas above your station” by a careers official from the education board. I was a bull and that was my red flag.

One of my biggest disappointments in life is this; the willingness of so many people to accept mediocrity. You can call it different names like austerity, second best, sub standard, good enough; they are still versions of the “same bloke with a different hat on” telling you that you do not deserve better. Believe me, you do deserve better. Many people cannot fight the system because they are beaten down so far that they capitulate. Many are blinded by their anger and frustration, I know because I was for a long time.

I write about my struggles in my lyrics and sometimes they get misinterpreted. I am okay with choosing my own battles, I am perfectly okay with the difficult decisions and I fully accept my own reality. I love writing, making music and art. I offer no apologies.

I will not accept mediocrity on any level.