DEAN OMORIHumanitarian By Instinct




Makers of Love

So we were in Barcelona, somewhere in the Gothic Quarter, early hours, where I stumbled upon a young couple kissing. I took a shot with my iPhone…. And this album had begun.

I wanted to write beautiful things. I wanted to remind you that love is in the room, at the bottom of your street and on the other side of the world. To pick up my guitar and tell you what it feels like to sing the words that mean something. To suggest that you can feel the energy of love rising from young people, see it passing in the old, to feed it in your dreams and even bear a time of tragedy should it ever become disappointing. To allow ourselves to fall in love with people's intellectual properties as well as their bodies, to be reminded to act well in the roles we all play in other people's lives.

Its a shout out to the people that make our eulogies sing, those who open our minds and take out the bomb. A thank you for that beautiful ceiling and that adagio and to those with the insatiable desires to enlighten all our worlds in so many humble ways.

This album is for those of you who pull over to let the ambulance run…...

Written and performed by me. Production and Piano by Otto.

Click Apple Music or Spotify to stream it when it becomes available.

Release date 3rd January 2019

Track Listing

Feels Good to Sing

Long may you live
And it starts today
To the young libertine hearts
I hold up my fists when I pray
Drunk on communion wine
I’m ready to confess
Pity cost nothing
And its worth even less

Her tears felt the floor
All her words not enough
From a Kinshasa train
There’s no sanction for love
Lady stood tall
She sung up the most beautiful thing
People yelped go girl
It feels good to sing

Oh let it lift the plague from your house
And you know what it takes
Speak out the truth
Even if your voice breaks
Oh lovers go home
Jungle drums on the storm
Making love people
Making love born

Planet made of diamond
Pandas and peace
Inspire the light
And you smile when you sleep
Love stands with an army
It’s the power you bring
In an auto-tuned world
It feels good to sing

* additional vocal Grace Stewart

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Our Borrowed Youth Has Been Kind

We lit igloos in candlelight
Stand back and cried
Neath a full-blooded moon
You wore your Devils eyes
Let honesty be brave
Nature must never behave
And you live it
Without compromise

And these painting of you
They all look like love
We sip from the well
Artist and muse
You darken your eyes
Rub your heart against mine
You wearing wool
Over jailhouse tattoos

We waltzed on the deck
Your tongue still wet
We sailed at night
From London to Montenegro
Life’s not about time
Bulletproof love is hard to find
There’s never a good time to let go
And shore cafes and Russian spies
Girls lay their hands between their thighs
She takes the mic
And screams her goodbye low

The world turned for this
Over millions of years
We paint our rooms naked
Light fires and hide
Banished and bruised
This life well used
Pull upon the oars
Our borrowed youth has been kind

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Just Is

The universe can be neither finite or endless
We have yet the substance or power to know
But we will
Paint her belly in ribbons
Infants in our bed
Flowers and poetry now
And from a torn worldscape a mother will make a home
The alchemy of laundered love
Rambunctious acts of human touch
And the echoing harmonics of a call to prayer
Your ancient brain is golden
Trust it it aint broken
You can feel love in the dark you can sense it there
There’s no evidence of the soul the heart is just an organ
Our stupidities are not our sorrows
Sorrows are forged in love

Just is
Just is

But we are not here forever
We’re here for moonbeams and architecture
And for that which will made you weep because you can
Associate man with love
Engineer the power of us
And I know you’ve been where the light is dark too long
She threw down her veil and blushed
With Raven wings and vulgar eyes of love
What do I have to be part of to qualify for heaven
I have lived and they have died
Been seduced and I have idolised
But beauty has no value beneath the dark
Life’s a gift that only you can open
Let it lift you when your dancing shoes are broken
And the planet emptied for us to have our moment

Just is
Just is

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Makers of Love

And the whole world is rollin' Jazz it don’t care
Oh the makers of love
To those that can’t feel it
It don’t mean it aint there

Black tobacco in the morning
Just fixin up the boat
Seas are dreamy ‘neath a certain meridian
Put on Eric Dolphy
It’s good enough to quote

And the whole worlds been watching
Nobody laughed
They hold babies and cried
And for a moment our connection you could feel it
Be in the company of children a while

Just got back from Barcelona
Been playin’ to the Barcelona girl
Over there they say the leaders don’t deserve us
Pull down the factory build a mountain
Oh this pretty blue world

Double bass in the corner
Gear oil for my gears
Two pianos preachin’ to the strangers
Woman didn’t leave
Smile made of tears

Pretty Mandarin lady
What you innocent of
The boys’ll stay on it until they save ya
Hand over the world
To the makers of love

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Machelangelo & Me

And we talked about Man Ray and Copernicus
The physics paper was due Monday you’d smash it outta the park
My phone had died and we left the party dead
But the air was so good, youth is unwritten
Walked by the canal, smoked a pack of Camels
You said the dark has a thing with the light

At the circus people didn’t look like a Diane Arbus anymore
The illusionist granted me a wish before we left
You said my pupils dilate when Peacocks scream
And through the garden laughter bled way beyond the balcony’s light
My diary provocative with the terms of incoming love
You’re not alone
Michelangelo and me just walking home

You made light of the books you wear so eloquently
You flattered me and I would take a leading role in your dreams
The sun bowed to the moon and we were formed
As a child I’d been happy
Dare we deserve so much
I would allow you to lead me to the ferryman
You held my hand like a carpenter

There is so much love
don’t compromise to make it fit
Music was missing but not for long
Said you’d asked your father if he would kill the man that killed you
Your father said only if it would bring you back to life
Love is never what you get left with
You’re not alone
Michelangelo and me just walking home

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Kicking The Floor

He’s carrying a bottle full of boom
Hope my brother gets better soon
We’re kickin the floor
It's a killer harmony

Sold all your rings for a pretty girl
Drag your piano around the world
Been playin to dead men
Better hold your rosary

There something good in her voice
Been laughing with all the beautiful boys
She’s woke
She’s the best of the many
And she’s with me

Got a little buzz how bout you
Music bout all we can do
We don’t play like that
And we don’t care

You’ll be diggin us soon
We’re kickin the floor
We don’t care

You’ll be diggin us soon
We’re kickin the floor
We don’t care

Close your eyes mute ya phone
Tonight there aint going home
Turn it up
It’s alive
We’re all over you

We’ll tear ya a new heart but it’s not for a fight
The widowed blow out the light
You fall in love
Yeah we can give you that

Church lights out across the street
Divinity got the devil to meet
And we aint takin sides
It's not what we’re here for

Hey mama you swingin’ lace
Little brother on the low end playin’ bass
Kick it
Feel it
Oh you’ll be there

You’ll be diggin’ us soon
We’re kickin’ the floor
And we don’t care

You’ll be diggin’ us soon
We’re kickin’ the floor
We don’t care

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Walking into Composition

I’m happier than I’ve ever been in my life
I sing for you through augmented skies
Blasphemy don’t hurt
And these roads don’t go home
I chased her across Europe
We laid down in Rome
But I’ve seen 'em stand after defeat
Still the currency of love
Bounces between people we meet

And to the guys in bars with guitars
Why aint you stampin your feet

There’s a delicate ache from the silhouette in my bed
Like the explanation of slavery felt but unsaid
We walk into composition as you walk into love and light
Sentimental man
Who cares what you write
And I’m goin home these songs make me weep
Give away that
Which a child knows to keep

And to the guys in bars with guitars
Why aint you stampin your feet

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I was Never Really Here

And I was never really here
You lie to God on your knees
From abstract idols we were born
Your girlfriend sends me the shadow that she leaves
And I was never really here

You open your heart to a bottle in the dark
Redemption of life upon me
I am the sanguine properties of love
The night’s a roller coaster when it screams
And I was never really here

You push your heels into air
The crucible of sound to which we cleave
You’ll hear me through the barrels of your heart
I lie beside you and feel ya breathe
And I was never really here

You’re the jailor of your own penitentiary
And there’s blood on the dance floor when you leave

Unscrew the night and let it out
Bagged and bound on the ship back from your dreams
You taking Proust and cloakroom cocaine
I give you Arvo Part and Anouar Brahem
And I was never really here

I have seen the shape of you in dance
In silks through air ducts you crawl
Music of the night has a feral heart
Sentimentality is when you feel nothing at all
And I was never really here

The badlands don’t know
They come they love they’re grinding bone
Like rising thermals when the tables turn
Last rites on night you take that home
And I was never really here

You’re the jailor of your own penitentiary
And there’s blood on the dance floor when you leave

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Little Boat

And a slim torso is the only thing truly attractive about a man
The little boats radio was out of range of the land
And the pirates would be out there circling the bounty on board
The little boats candle danced I wretched and vomited some more
The seas were plotting for a storm oh come its tantalising roar
Mother nature laid her hand upon me always too late come the lord

But what was coming I could feel and I was bathed in moon glow
Oh Mother Nature hold me
This is not time to let go
And if the storm didn’t get us now we were being hunted at sea
My anchor my captain my love not even you can rescue me
With baby love in my blood in amniotic peace before war
The radio coughed and it cried
Little boat calling to shore

Then they boarded our boat
pirate eyes upon me
Ship-wrecked now and scared
Just a cargo of three
Pirate took off his shirt and came and stood where I stand
Tattoo full on his chest was the Vitruvian man
I closed my eyes as in prayer
Mother Nature wrap me in your wings
And they dragged us back home
From some pirates are born kings

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Small Genius in a Self-righteous Way

I wanna be him And I wanna be her
I wanna be silent
And I want to be heard
Wanna be in dream
And I wanna be psyched
Wanna stand alone
And I wanna be liked
I wanna feel nothing
I wanna bit more
I want a better hand than I had before

And I wanna be there
I wanna be here
Wanna get dirty
And I wanna be clear
And I wanna be happy
Flirtatious looks
And I want it to be easy
And I want to have read all these books

I wanna be perfect
And I wanna be thin
I wanna be hungry
And smarter than him
I wanna be pushed
I wanna hold you
Appeal to the many
Loved by the few
And I wanna be dead
Don’t ask me why
Uncomfortable silence
Made you cry

And I wanna be married
I wanna be free
Wanna be neutral
Want LGBT
Escape the dialect
I want what she said
I wanna be tender and free from the words in my head

And I want better money
I wanna to be hot
Catch a little madness
I want what you got
Be a victim of lies
And I wanna be seen
Wanna stand up
Say what ya mean
And I want to be honest
Wanna survive
Wanna feel a little pain
Just to know I’m alive

Cloaked in disguise
Kiss lips that pray
I want bigger booty
Truths on the way
And I don't wanna be managed
Wanna be good
I wanna to be hated and precious and misunderstood

I wanna be crazy
And tempered by fate
I wanna be real
I wanna be fake
Wanna be shipwrecked
And I wanna go home
Seize at customs
Hammered and stoned
And I wanna go out
Pencil me in
Pray to her
Bow to him

Break the rules
Fix the flaws
Bend the blues
Light the cause
And make up lies
Life on the run
Return love
Ignore me until my penance is done

Wanna get off the ladder
And get on the fence
Wanna be original
With all the pretence
And I wanna be provocative
Wanna be blessed
Court the heathen
Feed from the breast
And I wanna be cried for
I wanna be cheep
Gotta lawless mind
Booze help me sleep

And I wanna be happy
Comfort your wife
Turned it up
Rework my life
Scale insecurity
Squeeze me today
Just a small genius
in a self-righteous way

Devils collective
Sound the alarm
Perspective gone
Here comes the storm
Don’t look at me
I’m just pretend
Unchain your rings
From the masters of men
Put your boot on my throat
Back-story of gin
Soliloquied heart
Bucket of sin

And I wanna be buried
And I wanna be saved
Wanna be frightened
And I wanna be brave
This is life
It’s best that you know
Don’t hold back
Let go

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Ice Fishing

You fed me where I was at my hungriest
On every example that you write
As the sun makes a black sky blue
The signature flirtation of moon darks the light
In an ice cabin you came to finish your book

The boys are coming home from ice fishing
The girls will warm em up
There’s a light on in here
There’s some whiskey in a cup
And we’re alive today
Let that be enough

They wouldn’t allow him to call his daughter
The ancient Arabic word for rain
From the parquet floors of the institute
The little darlings will make good in their beds again
They empty the shelter line soup upon the street

Stand up tall to the fighting man
Look him in the eye
Youths in love with the world again
Make love where the ministries used to lie
And you can ride with me
Its how it feels to be alive

Let it be enough
Let it be enough

Somewhere beyond the factory gates
Where they gave their lives away
Girls and boys are reading books
Being young is not enough today
And the pencil cranes they fill the sky

For the ice fisherman are coming home
To immeasurable acts of love
Light her curves read her lines
Everything else can be given up
But we’re alive today
Let that be enough
Let that be enough
Let that be enough

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