Track Description
Mazreta means "spinning top". In this song Robin remembers his childhood toy, equating the top with his heritage and its spinning with the turning of the Earth and the passage of time. The top is spinning, who knows where it will stop - just as the world is turning and we will all face our day of reckoning. A lush and trippy ethereal rock number, the structure of the song mirrors the action of the top, spinning smoothly at first, then going a bit crazy and eventually rolling to a stop.
Official Music Video
The music video explores the theme of playful spinning. Art imitates life as modern day kids play with beyblades and remind Robin of his childhood. Robin skilfully demonstrates the traditional mazreta, and passes it on to the new generation.
Track Credits
Music and lyrics by Robin Zirwanda
Song produced and mixed by Tom Kazas
Robin Zirwanda - Vocals and percussion
Daniel Dydey - Guitar
Vashti Sivell - Piano
Stuart Vandegraaff - Sax
Marty Farrugia - Trumpet
Paris Freed - Backing vocals
Ben Wild - Bass
Steve Marin - Drums
Recorded at Free Energy Device studios with Richard Belkner
Mastered by William Bowden
Video Credits
Video produced by Diorama Pictures
Directed and edited by Cristina Dio
DOP Rowan Du Boisee
Colourist Tim Wreyford
Costumes and props designed and made in Zirwandaland
Featuring Robin Zirwanda, Stuart Vandegraaff, Daniel Dydey, Simon Houstoun, James Bleakley, Jasmine Brophy, Jimmy James and
all the neighbourhood kids.
Lyrics
This spinning top
Look how it turns
This spinning top
It reminds me
The stars in heaven and the moon
They bear witness
The roots of our nation
Were watered by my ancestor.
The day will come
This top will stop spinning
The day will come
We will take our rights.
This spinning top
Look how it turns
This spinning top
It reminds me
The world’s knowledge
Came forth from our hands
Those ancient texts
Today reveal new insights.
The day will come
This top will stop spinning
The day will come
We will take our rights.
This spinning top
Look how it turns
This spinning top
It reminds me.
The string of the top
Sews our nation together
It will never unravel
The string is too long.
The day will come
This top will stop spinning
The day will come
We will take our rights.