Surfacing

Over the last year I’ve been making music with my friend Remi Fox-Novak. We’re called Surfacing, and the music speaks of the creaking of what Deleuze would call the ‘virtual’ realm: the rumblings (often fermented by unequal structures of global capitalism) which constantly threaten to catastrophically rupture our everyday existence- be they environmental disasters, riots or revolutions.

We’re not interested in romanticising these ruptures, merely amplifying them. They are beyond good and evil. They erupt- and they have the potential to change the world. They do not create tabula rasa but they do create an urgent need to re-evaluate what we’re doing and why. It seems we frequently respond in the wrong way: more police, more powers, more racial segregation, more hierarchy, more abuse of the poor and disenfranchised. More nuclear power, more drilling in the polar regions, more destruction of the rainforests. The structures that create the eruptions are re-enforced; the cycle begins again. Temporary economic booms or the promise of ‘free and fair elections’ hide the crisis away again until it flowers visibly. But like a rhizome, it is always there- always underground. It will always push through eventually.

This is a track we began writing about a year ago and finally finished (or temporarily abandoned) about a month ago. It’s sung from the point of view of that rhizome: be that an ecological entity (plant-life literally coming back and reclaiming the world) or a human entity (the excluded, the exploited, the disenfranchised, the dominated).

Surfacing- Surfacing (Susanna’s Song)

We must sing for those who blew too early
With ash and wind and water
We will take back what’s always been ours
Your glass your prophets and your hymns
Are no match for us
We will take back what’s always been ours

We will take back what’s always been ours

Nobody knows this is everywhere
Nobody knows this is everywhere
Nobody knows this is everywhere
Nobody knows this is everywhere

Everybody knows this is nowhere

We: the multitude
The rhizome underneath the ground
Our patience wearing thin
Our song rising
We’ll take back what’s always been ours
What’s always
Been ours

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