DEAN OMORI Artist

Words of Freedom

Imagine a time, when people worshiped the ground that they stood upon. Where prejudice and suffering did not undermine the integrity of our souls; where freedom was not granted to the few but generated in the many. When to fight for land, food, basic sanitation or equality, was as unnecessary as the chains that bind us to inactive minds. Imagine a time where the natural world could splash about in its carnival pallet of life, and we would all know in witnessing the eruption, the courtship, the sunset, the birth of butterflies; that it would be privilege to uphold this honour. A time where our basic acts of kindness were not assigned to memory but once more helped create the push that has lifted us up and forward to be crowned the guardian of this most remarkable place, and not be its tyrant. Imagine that. Imagine a time when the quality of our imagination could make all of mankind free!

And on that day, our words of freedom will be silent.

Written, performed and produced by me.

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Released 2011

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I Am Nothing Until I Know It

And I dreamed of a plant that could cure you, but I am not a botanist. And I dreamed of an equation that would save the world but I am not a mathematician. I am mute until you hear me.

We took the largest and most graceful animal that has ever lived, and chased it to the edge of extinction.

In towns and in cities we gather to a superficial order, where we attempt to control time and life.

The plague of humankind that we have come to accept will not be sustained. On the path of creating that which we do not need we consumed what we needed.

You touch your children in ways that I cannot speak of here for fear of offending you.

You cannot be trusted with your own intelligence. I am nothing until I know it.

Draw a line beneath your history, go start again.

We regard ourselves superior to other animals. And here lies the rage of our folly, as if we have been granted a power greater than that of nature itself. We have taken Earth’s hospitality and raped it with our impunity.

We incubate hatred with such sleight of hand that our atrocities appear almost justified. And we no longer regard the lives of our kind as family. We see the human as a threat. How many things are wrong with that?

Conceited is he who makes Gods in the image of man. Yet it is simpler to pray for God’s forgiveness than for us to do what is morally right. And now we build temples for money where once we worshiped the sun.

But money doesn’t change you….. it just makes you richer.

If freedom is theirs to give then it does not exist, for it must be taken.

You allow those you have chosen to follow, to control you, to allow you and then to prevent you.

From bedrooms to bar-rooms, to boardrooms to battlefields.

Eventually everything you touch you turn into war and greed, welcome to the human Midas prophesy.

The span of your destruction is as vast as it is profound. And you will not rest until your slaughter is complete.

Given enough time in which to indulge nothing, eventually we pick up a pencil.

And your appetite for creative thought is beyond even your own imagination. And here is my warning, should you decide not to use this creative power, it will implode and make you worthless.

Where once you touched the moon…

*Additional vocals & cello by Sophie Vaughan

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