‘To the dark side of this mirror’ by Zoolon The bus broke down halfway up the mountainside. The driver got the bonnet open. Steam came out. Even though he had a box of spanners he told us there was nothing he could do. He didn’t know when help would come because his mobile couldn’t get … Continue reading BABY MOONBEAM’S MUM
‘Rainbows End’ by Zoolon Stella was addicted to breathing, so you can image how pissed off she was when the world ran out of fresh air. A few nights earlier, by candlelight, she had plugged in her Les Paul only to discover there was no power. No power = no music. She took a look … Continue reading STELLA & THE RAINBOW
‘The Final Curtain Call’ by Zoolon ‘I met a white man who walked a black dog I met a young woman whose body was burning I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow I met one man who was wounded in love I met another man who was wounded in hatred’ Bob Dylan … Continue reading FARAWAY PLACES & CURTAIN CALLS
‘Branch Lines’ by Zoolon This is all true. For reasons I won’t bore you with, at some stage most days I find myself visiting the local Post Office. It’s not a place that sparks creativity, that’s for sure. Quite the opposite. Generally I end up in a queue, often with a smelly person in front … Continue reading POLE DANCER OR WEIGHTLIFTER?
‘The Ghosts of Summer Bid Farewell’ It’s good to be back. First some words and pics, then a brand new composition – a pre-release from the new album that should hopefully be out there come December. It’s an electronic instrumental called ‘Summer Died on a Saturday’. I hope you enjoy. ‘Dressed to Impress’ SCORCHED LYRICS … Continue reading SUMMER DIED ON A SATURDAY
‘Sun Day, Sunday’ by Zoolon I’m taking a short break from blogging. A working break as I’ve a bespoke new business website project to sort and a mass of other things to do, so rather than just sit here dripping on about the pressure I’m under I figure I'd get it all done. I’ll be … Continue reading ONCE I WAS A UNICORN
‘Neat Feet’ by Zoolon 100% true. That daft mate of mine I’ve been writing about lately has surpassed himself yet again. He was looking a bit down so I say, “What’s up?” He says, “It’s my star sign.” I say, “What about it?” He says, “It’s total rubbish.” I say, “What sign of the Zodiac … Continue reading SOME PLACE EAST OF DOVER