‘For Free’ by Zoolon
The brainwasher wearing the grey suit that sparkled said he drove an Audi Quattro. He asked what I drove. I lied and said a skateboard. He asked why I didn’t wear, “A smart suit like mine”. I couldn’t be bothered to answer. Also, he looked like someone who might end up on a #metoo rap. Maybe that was a bit harsh, maybe not. Later he mentioned that when he sees a door, he sees an ‘entrance’. When he spoke he acted as if he knew something no one else knew.
“What do you see when you see a door, George?”
I was going to say, ‘A door’ but said, “An exit” instead. He told me that was a negative reply. Probably was.
Outside his office, a giant office full of ethically sourced takeaway coffee cups and stressed people looking like they wanted to end it all, I noticed a fire exit door. I thought I’d like to have seen the brainwasher in the grey suit that sparkled try that door out as an entrance. Maybe my answer wasn’t so negative after all.
Out in the street just up from the office in front of a private house a white van pulled up at the same time a lady in a grey tracksuit that didn’t sparkle came out to greet the driver. A fat bloke in trainers. She apologized for collaring me before asking if I could give the van driver a hand carrying the door he was delivering upstairs. Said it was too heavy for him to carry and that she wasn’t strong enough to help. She hadn’t brushed her hair and only had one slipper on. Odd. The toenails on the foot without a slipper were, I think, painted lime green. I’m not good with colours. Anyway, I said OK, thinking all the time that this must be ‘The Day of the Door’.
The door wasn’t that heavy. Neat house inside. Now in her smart kitchen both her black cats left via the cat flap ‘exit’, reinforcing the positivity of my ‘exit’ theory of doors.
I noticed she’d brushed her hair and found her other slipper when she thanked me for helping out, offering me a smile, a fiver and a slice of wedding cake (?). I would have settled for the smile but she insisted I take the fiver. I took the fiver, not the wedding cake.
She told me her name was Mandy, after Barry Manilow. I said nothing but thought if she’s been named after Barry Manilow then logically her name should have been Barry. I suppose I could have said my name is George, after Lana Del Ray but though better of it.
I wonder what Mandy sees when she sees a door. I never asked, maybe I should have. I guess todays song should have been dedicated to Mandy, but it’s not. This one is for Mr Brainwasher, it’s called ‘Delusional Troll’. I hope you enjoy;
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I like your stories, interesting to say the least, Lord Zoolon and that is an awesome rocking pic , great colors.
Music is spectacular. Way to go.
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Thanks, Lady Yasmin. You can usually see a great outline of France from where I took the photo. The weird clouds blocked France that day but put on a show for free instead ~ Lord Zoolon
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Its very nice. I like your blog
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As always awesome work 👍😇
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Thank you, Anjali. I appreciate that ~ Zoolon aka George
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Great music George. I love it.
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Thanks Holly. I wrote this as an angry song when I was 17, then when putting the Dream Rescuer album together and looking for a ballad I remembered this one and made it so. It’s weird revisiting the early stuff. It must be the same for writers like you? ~ George
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It’s interesting to see the the process George, either improving or not 😊
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That’s a great point. Sometimes it feels wrong to revisit old stuff and change it. I’ve got a ton of songs written when I was 16/17 when my recording equipment wasn’t all that. I keep thinking should I or shouldn’t I remake the ones that are OK. Difficult choice for sure ~ George
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So true, but suppose with just a small twist one could become a masterpiece? 😊
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My wishes to you for success
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Thanks, Waleed. I appreciate this ~ Zoolon aka George
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Laughed out loud at the Barry Manilow joke.
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Thanks. The thing is it wasn’t a joke at the time. It was only later when someone told me he wrote a song called Mandy that I understood where she was coming from! ~ George
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Oh, that makes it even better!
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Brilliant, as usual.
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Thanks for that ~ George
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George, …as we say here..awfie braw writing in every way, not just the music which is aye braw but the story, espesh the Barry M bit.
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Thanks Shey. I had heard of Barry Manilow but that’s all. The Mandy name meant nothing to me at the time. I’ve now listened to a few of his numbers. Odd genre with great builds in the melodies. Not really for me but the lyric – not the song itself – for the song Copacabana is amazing. All about a murder. ~ George
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Yeah I never liked Snozzle Manilow. BUT h did use a Chopin Prelude at the start of Could it be magic which I thought was ok. But otherwise I never liked his stuff in terms of what it was, though he certainly knew his stuff of that tupe.
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A highly entertaining read :O) x
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Thanks for that. Appreciated ~ Zoolon aka George
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Wonderful thing about doors is you never know whether you will meet a lady or a tiger. I love your story and your music, George. 🙂
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I think I’d hate to be a postman! ~ George
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Once again, I’m jealous of all the weirdness in your daily life, George. Glad you got the Mandy thing sorted out. For some reason, this story reminded me of one of your other ones, the pole dancer/ weight lifter duality. I guess it was the exit vs. entrance connotation of the door.
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Thanks. The Arsenal just lost so I’m looking for the exit door. That’s 2 hours of my life I won’t get back. Mandy was odd. I think the wedding cake was stale. ~ George
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A day of doors! Isn’t there some saying about when one door closes another one opens? Or have I mixed that up. Entrance or Exit. Both are equally useful depending on the circumstances.
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Thanks. A neat bit of door philosophy. That’s really clever thinking about it. There’s a lyric in this. Anyway, thanks again ~ George
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Happy Christmas George and best wishes for the New Year.
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Enjoy the season also, Anne ~ George
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Great stuff.
Doors can be teachers. You don’t always know what’s on the other side.
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Thank you. Doors without signs feed the imagination, I think. You’re right ~ Zoolon aka George
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Excellent blog!
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Great music and the story is a food for thoughts 🙂
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What a curious fellow, this brainwasher. Makes me wonder what his morning routine is like. There’s a door to what I think is a work shed by the Lions’ park. It’s a bright red door amongst bricks and fishing roosts. You make me wonder what that door lets one enter…
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Thanks. Doors are great metaphors in the right hands. The old man’s quote, not mine! ~ George
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Beautifully put. 🙂
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