DEBUT ALBUM ´BLIND ENERGY´OUT NOW ON 33WM RECORDS

Photo credit: Jon Hall   Lyrics below
Chivo Funge and the Extensions introduce their debut album, an observation of life in the style of Progressive Rock, World Music and Jazz, created by Spanish based guitarist/vocalist/producer Chivo Funge (AKA Trevor Warren, lately collaborator with Kenyan musician Ayub Ogada).

Featuring his band of misfits, The Extensions: Ayo Akintonwa - guitar, Dudley Philips - bass, Nick France - drums and saxophonist/flautist Theo Travis.

The album also features illustrious guest artists including: Steve Lodder, Hossam Ramzy, Mark Robson, and Richard Dudanski, Ximena Hidalgo and Dom Lawrance.

Blind Energy, new album from Chivo Funge and the Extensions

 

i Am (7.23) (Warren/Davies MCPS/PRS)

I’m an iMan in my iLand
I have the world in my iHand
So smart so dumb
In a bubble from the rubble
All pressing round

All one alone

Bubble up head to head
Foam awhile insect style
Form cocoons swarm dragoons
Interest at our hearts

Alone all one

Pro Human (4.21) (Warren/Davies MCPS/PRS)

Nothing is first one equals one
One with one bring and three out of two
All is one all has a good ring
All is one all all is one thing

Human numbers

Four better for worse
Fore up four down
Add and subtract All one is one
One becomes whole all one is all

First one now all second in doubt
And the wrong born all levered out
For richer four ninety-nine per cent
Hundred are poorer now all for one all

Greasy Pole (8.21) (Warren MCPS/PRS)

Hold on to your puzzle
It’s your lying extreme
And it’s not in your trying
Overstating your dream

Lift up and be counted
Concentrating you scheme
Back stab underrated
It’s gold plated! You scream

Climb that wall the greasy pole
Climb that wall Fear is your way up

Hold on to your muddle
It’s a struggle it seems
Sleep tight in your palace
Life is cozy with cream

Get up waking fury
Bleeding steady it steams
And it’s not in your interest
Venting all of your spleen

Climb that wall the greasy pole
Climb that wall Fear is your way up
 

 

Bubblegum (4.14) (Warren MCPS/PRS)
 
Too many cars too many people
Too much bubblegum too much treacle
You’re my stereotype you’re my equal
Paper’s telling me all the gruesome details
 

Bubblegum

Sugar and salt gimme alcohol
Mix up some religion nations fall
Too much oil too much treacle
Too much bubblegum drug of the people

Bubblegum

Too many stars and foolish people
Too much bubblegum too much treacle
you’re my stereotype you’re my equal
Paper’s telling me seeking my approval

Bubblegum

Too much information and little concentration
Not enough compassion far too much fashion
Too much oil Too much treacle
Too much bubblegum tranquilizing people

Can’t you see me falling can’t you see me fall?

Mirror on the Wall (6.07) (Warren/Davies MCPS/PRS)

Mirror mirror me ‘ead’s too small
For the mind behind this boney wall

Brain my TARDIS space-time browsing
Endless tourist neatly housing

My mirror view within the wall
Bouncing light to my mind’s eyeball

Our sight to see our tale to tell
Making history shake the warning bell

Where when why and how
And then here and now
Who but why there it’s not fair

I and I me and you
I and I we too
Who but why there it’s not fair

Poor Rich Poor (4.36) (Warren/Davies MCPS/PRS)

Kids ripped untimely from mother and home
Bunged into their class surrounded all lone
Connections to squeeze parts cram in the play
Handy lines one day to fool the world astray

Guilt edged legacy birthright from the clan
Pursuing money’s reproductive plan
A silver spoon but at the end a paid maid’s hand
A well-served everland for others to withstand

You have money but then money has you
You spend money but then money spends you

Poor Rich Poor Rich Poor Rich Poor

Losing kids so young for their bringing up
Making more natural less plainly corrupt
The bully order of the familiar few
Mammon’s work to do with the well-primed cue

Poor money conned rich their guarded gardens
With paid-up play pals lies and pardons
Litigated spouse objects massed higher
Always the buyer for others’ desire

Poor Rich Poor Rich Poor Rich Poor

The Goddess (6.35) (Warren MCPS/PRS)

The Goddess she is rising
And you know she always wins
The desert she is screaming
She knows what blood they’ll bring

Our politicians preening
Devil dealings it’s the same
Overhead the vulture’s keening
They don’t care who’s to blame

Retribution she comes calling
Been waiting all these years
False idols are falling
This time they’ll make us pay dear

And the word it is spreading
To catch the young man’s ear
The mediums are feeding
To bring the message and the fear

Music all tracks Trevor Warren copyright 2016 MCPS/PRS
Published by Devarecords

All lyrics Richard Davies copyright 2016 MCPS/PRS
Except 3,4,7 by Trevor Warren copyright 2016 MCPS/PRS
Published by Devarecords

Recorded and mastered at Riverside Studios UK by Stuart Bruce
Track 1 recorded at Molino Studios Spain by Trevor Warren