God Colony & Roy – Loss Is Not Infinite

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Loss is not infinite
Is it better to stand for something, or fight against?
Would you rather be right, or happy?
Ayahuasca nuts in Mammut kecks
Acoustic guitar playing lids
Inspirational quote-loving ninjas in Valentino trabs
Meditation meatheads
Anti-vaccine stoners
Vegan kick off merchants
An angry man on a march for peace
Mental health awareness bullies
Ketamine psychology lessons
Have you got kids? You don’t know what you’re fucking talking about then.
Loss is not infinite
Loss is not infinite baby
Some skinhead lectures your nan about 15 minute cities
A chef microdoses cocaine
A fella with a poppy has got a swastika tattoo
An enlightened taxi driver informs you that the earth is actually square A firm of Facebook mas are on their way to the scene of a crime
Gym owners are still quoting the Magna Carta
A kid buys a new balaclava while his idol vanishes beyond the furthest city light
You know what you need, lad?
Less Berghaus, more Bauhaus
A litter picker calls your mate gay because he sat up straight on the train to St Helens Whatever you do, don’t be yourself
Loss is not infinite
Loss is not infinite baby

A doff of the cap to Big Hard Excellent Fish ‎– Imperfect List (+Weatherall Mix) 🙂

Mark Barrott: Life, Loss, and Music

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‘This is a story. A story of life and ultimately death. A story of two lives coming together through a chance meeting on an aeroplane and spending the next 20+ years together via the craziness of Berlin in the late 90’s to Northern Italy, South America and finally the tranquillity of rural ibiza. The story of how life can change and be snatched away in the blink of an eye. But this is not a sad story, it’s a story of joy, love, grief and gratitude for what was. It is also my most ambitious album to date, conceived in the weeks after Sara’s death, as I worked with orchestras and choirs across Europe, trying to find the right sonic language to portray the Tsunami of emotions that were running through my body, mind and soul. Whilst this is my story, I hope that for someone, somewhere, it brings joy and maybe comfort for those of us that are just trying our best to get through the night. Keep going and stay safe…the light does come back. Perhaps, therefore, its good to end with one of Sara’s poems:

How utterly beautiful life has been
All the ups and downs
The smiles and the frowns

Sara Kult-Smith 1968-2023

MB Sept ’24’