BECOMING ZOOLON

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This ‘something’ was written in March 2016 following an 18-month drought of creativity, triggered by having discovered the crap reality that having a decent degree doesn’t mean you just walk into a half decent job (or any job). I only stumbled on these words the other day tucked inside an old guitar case I keep under the bed. They read a bit juvenile angsty, but when I wrote them I think I was at odds with the world. It was around that time I decided to beat the unforgiving system and become Zoolon. 

THE BEAUTY OF THE CHASE

The mixed-up universe inside my head?

Yeah? What of it? And?

I used to keep it under lock and key

It’s full of bright colours, full of alphabets

I know I’ll never read or see

I remember not so long ago

I bought a season ticket to a dark place

Where I lived in a ring of shadow

Where I went missing leaving no trace

Where words and music were under curfew

Where I had no breathing space

Where I discovered the kill could never match

The beauty of the chase 

It feels weird reading that one again, anyway, time for some music. Another one from my new album, ‘Rainbows End’. Each track from the album can be downloaded for £1 or the whole ten track album for just £4 (or equivalent in whatever currency you use).  The purchase links follow the song. Anyway, this lively number is called ‘Hooked’.  I hope you enjoy;

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        1. True. Yoda on vocals? Zoolon the Hutt would get the girls, but then I’d not be Instagram friendly. I mean, most people when they take a selfie look like a Mr Potato Head, but with Hutt’s a selfie is unthinkable.

        2. For it to work I need a replacement violin. Mother dear sat on mine last Christmas. I anticipate a new one this Christmas. If my present is a violin then a quick morph and I could be Princess Zooleah on the fiddle…I’ll cancel that one, my mates would never let me live it down!

        3. HahahaHA! Oh, the buns would suit you, dear chap. What a pity about your violin, I hope Santa brings you a new one. Keep it away from your mother’s bottom! On another note, how very talented you are. Impressive.

  1. Yes, but I could connect with this verse, Lord Zoolon. I think you write with artistic intellectuality, that is what when I read your poetry I feel that sense of connection.
    I heard your music. Very pleasing to the ear. I don’t know much about the technicality of music but when I hear somethin I should like it.

    1. Dear Cathy,
      Thank you. Nothing feels worse than being a loser in a game that was never meant to be a game. I am so pleased you read my old words. Thank you again, Zoolon aka George

    1. Thank you, Shey. I’d forgotten this until I found it. Even though it’s a bit confessional I think in the New Year I will make a song out of it.

    1. Thanks Vivian. It was a rotten time, getting a 1st class degree and finding no employers were interested in me. That’s why I started my own business! By the way, please check your email.

  2. Yeah, sometimes when we want our writing to be poetic it sounds like we’re being all angsty on purpose, but what I love here is that you’re genuinely working yourself out inside. And there’s something to keeping these questions safe with your music…rather like finding directions to a place you’re not sure you want to go to inside something long thought unimportant…hmmm, there might be a story in that…

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