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The Power of Now EP

by Rebel Without A Coat

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1.
New beginnings, motherfucker Listen, winning is for suckers I take the forcefield that shook us Out of the hands of the hookers There is no middleman, this is not Hostelbookers I am the butcher, the abbertoire and the plucker It's fractured, this structure, it's blackened, charred and broken The prophets, the buddhas, sages and stars have spoken Show love, show love And love will show itself to you Show love, show love And love will show itself to you I know it doesn't always make sense But isn't that the beauty, my friend? Sometimes I find it hard to believe my own words Even though the same words are sung by the birds Imprinted in the dirt by the wilderbeest herds I guess I keep forgetting, it needs to reoccur Speak to me, confer with the meek that meet the Earth Who repeat the sleep and birth 'til it don't need to be rehearsed The way it reads will be reversed, for we will be the reflection Take down the cross and we will be the resurrection We've been letting Satan think for us with our egos All the things we think we know are just the things that he knows Deep within, the truth, like the river to the sea, flows It's not knowledge, just the light that we glow Show love, show love And love will show itself to you Show love, show love And love will show itself to you I know it doesn't always make sense But isn't that the beauty, my friend? Yeah, I've been chatting on with myself all this time And I still don't know what the fuck I'm talking about It's like the answers are already here But we just need to interpret them We need to get beyond the words Back to the silent truth within.
2.
He said to me "This is not philosophy, it's just a simple fact Don't mean to cause controversy, let's take history back But it don't exist, how's that for a slap in the face? So let's get back on track Man, you're only human, you don't know what you're doin You're dominated by your mind and it is simply screwin Fuckin with your head, it's the only reason you ever bled With any bloodshed that shouldn'ta gone ahead I'm way ahead of your spiritual evolution But please don't take this statement to be an ego protrusion Like the dick of a man who thinks he got a plan But he's just abusin people because he can I merely said these words to illustrate I got somethin much more meaningful than the money we make Or the drugs we take, or the love we fake Or the labels we spray across our chests that say Who we think we are or who we'd wish to be What you think makes you different from me The lines we draw around our skin that separate our souls Our bodies from our whereabouts and everything we hold I'm tellin you now, there's somethin much much deeper Much less tirin and much much cheaper It's called the present moment, it's simple to understand But only with yourself, not with your mind, man Just sit back, breathe in, stop thinkin Take everythin in like a fish drinkin It's whole world, be very alert and aware You'll soon find what's not there and what's there..." I said "I tried what you said in your book that I read And I suppose it made the world look a little less dead But more, in the process of makin me notice My lack of focus, I'm undevoted and hopeless But hope is just a thread on which we hang Tetherin us to weatherin rocks that will only expand and Contract, peel, age crumble and crack And we'll fall back into the deep black With ties still bindin our strugglin feet We imprison ourselves in decisions and broken visions Of love that tastes sweet, but so undigestable I believe it's conditional on it's double-directional flow of Affection, section me for this erection Whether I'm a man or a woman, that's not the question It's the source of your love which is questionable Did it come from your heart or from your testicles? I'm a human bein, not a heterosexual spectacle Best to pull people with the gravity from within Through your eyes, not through your skin And strictly for unselfish compassionate reasons Not fueled by the need to kill emotions To soothe your wounded ego or to seek devotion and security Unreliable fearful impurity Clingin to the world like a leech feedin On the blood of sacrifice that the sea's bleedin Relationships not based on givin but on wantin and needin I understand these things because my mind interpreted But this is just exactly the same problem resurfacin You see, I can't possibly understand what you say if I Perceive it in a mental way Without feelin what you felt, I can never be helped Even by readin what you wrote, I cannot help myself So I give it up to the flow Ingest this information but make no effort to know What happens will happen when I'm feelin low And I feel a lot lighter since I let myself go."
3.
Friends, brothers, insignificant others Repressed over-tested messes and stifled lovers Depressed, didn't get the blessin, tossed the rest Down the plug as you chug as much wine as you possibly could Down the fine line between your trachea and your heartbeat-battered ribcage Mid-page you stop to read back This is when you freeze, and you bleed, but you see black Blood, oozin from where we would Normally have a gauze placed formally over the enormity of this wound by a PHD-posessin personnel member Loomin out of white light and hard to remember A very distant cousin From a huge unmanageable incestuous family of misled red-painted dazed bleetin sheep A seed that you sowed but you did not reap And now you weep for all you did not keep? Deep into each night that you did not sleep? Rid not me of my freedom Give not me thy disease and all your reasons to refuse the movin on of each season I teach treason to your spiritually stunted offspring For the real leaders of believers are not kings They sit barefoot in the bog beneath the rain and watch their flocks sing I could barely lift my gifted fingers to my wasteful wallet with all the time that your watch brings Watch Things Get lost In The frost So thin That coats the immeasurable cost of your sin With each agitated car horn honk I know an angel's lost its wings And we've been washed away on a tide of big city life Terraced houses, high-rise flats Terrorist suspects and high-flyin twats Fences, railings, stop signs, locks Police, thieves, PVC windows Parking attendants, prostitutes, Primark, yuppies, Domestic violence, neglected puppies, Greggs, Friday night puke on the stiletto-scuffed pavement Self-absorbed miss-the-mark criss-crossin wavelengths Oh my god, I don't know where the day went Friends, brothers, significant others Strand yourselves in lands of lovers Not wives, not girls that get off with guys But souls seen through translucent eyes caught in the light Limbs entangled in the falling of night Tastin the salt of tears on each other's lips Healin hands on fruit-bearin hips Foreheads leanin against each other I'm sure it's there I'm sworn to set sail My small boat will be pushed forward by the gale Come rain, come hail, I'm not afraid to fail I'm not afraid to sink Cause whichever way I get there I'll be greeted by a rainbow, and washed in sun No-one will know my name though All they will know is my energy As we heal by herbal remedies No longer needin to hear the screech of hurtful threnodies The Earth will be given all In a world that nurtures no enemies (Frozen in our sin As we are thrown by winter winds All we need is a place To thaw our limbs)

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Originally "released" in about 2012 under one of Rebel Without a Coat's previous artist names, Northern Poetry, and sold from her rucksack at open mic nights, as CD-Rs each with a unique disc design hand-drawn in markers, The Power of Now EP is finally available for download on Bandcamp! Around 2013 Rebel began making CD-Rs under her new name, this time with more marker colours, and then in 2017 ran out of ideas for disc designs and began printing the album artwork shown on this page instead. Fuck knows how many Northern Poetry and RWAC disc designs were sold in the end, but she would guess at around one to two hundred, although that may be flattering herself with regards to how many CDs she has managed to sell so far.

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released June 1, 2012

Rebel Without a Coat is Emily Ward.
Rebel Without a Coat does vocals, backing vocals, electronic sequencing, keyboards and guitar.
All music and lyrics by Rebel Without a Coat except for the intro to the The Power of Now which contains words of wisdom from the inspirational Eckhart Tolle, whose book the Power of Now is highly recommended in most conversations with Rebel Without a Coat.
Special thanks go to Eckhart Tolle and Rebel Without a Coat's family.
Peace and love.

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