Words & Music by Dilara Aydin-Corbett & Neil March

(Demerara Records/Sentric Music)

I can speak their language but I won’t talk it

Just as I can see my own shadow but I don’t stalk it

Walk, converge, these emotions

They surge like oceans

So lost at sea

For what this music means to me

It’s about feelings

I know it’s a search, a journey

I just seem to be marching, marching, marching, marching

Institutionally losing me although I recite my poetry

Questioning what it means when I refer to autonomy

How can it be real when I don’t allow myself to feel free?

I feel less and less satisfied, more and more tongue-tied

When it comes to authority, block my heart won’t abide it’s tired

On an invisible treadmill, hidden shackles everywhere, I don’t care

Struggling, hustling against injustice of differering kinds

Making art represent the power of marching minds

Assist, to receive the gift of cogniscant dissonance

To go far to give, focus there’s no hocus pocus

We reach for the stars

Marching minds, marching minds, marching minds

We reach the stars

Marching minds, marching minds

Show your appreciation

With a little more communication

There can never be a termination of our creativity

We’re like no other before, before, before

Marching minds, marching minds, marching minds

I pray it’s not just clutter

The clatter of pots and pans

Of empty cans

The noise eternally in my mind

I know somewhere there’s a flow in this grind

A cocophony which I can choose to ignore

Or I can store, or I can store, I can store with it

My marchng minds, I can never bore with it

Marching minds

Ⓒ 2019 Dilara Aydin-Corbett & Neil March