Originally from my song, ‘Liquid Truth’ – written in 2012, me a first year music student back then – these words below open Zoolon’s new book called, ‘LOOKING FOR REASONS’. They just about sum me up. ‘When will all the pieces come together,And if I don’t like the picture am I stuck with it forever?’
Most days this winter are either freezing cold and rainy, or just plain horribly cold with frost everywhere. Generally the frost is just a white cloak, nothing special. However, yesterday when I thought I’d give the cars – not being used hardly at all because of the lockdown – a run before the batteries die
Art work by Funniest Animal Videos I was reading an article that said when in the mood a cat can count up to 7. My immediate thought was that that made a mockery of the 9 lives theory, given that cats must be in no man’s land after 7 disastrous accidents. I wondered how the
LOOKING FOR REASONS Looking for reasonsMe, you and sheFighting for justiceAnd taking the kneeA paradise lostNow under the seaAn invisible pandemicCries out a stupid “Yippee”It kills mostly the poorThan it does the bourgeoisieMostly the poorWho will never be free Anything goesWhen powers agreeTo turn a blind eyeAt the death of some treeThey count all their
A FREE-VIEW SKY ‘I think I’ve played this game before’Said the dreamer to the realist‘I get to close my eyes and count to 10Before you shoot this guitarist?’ ‘There is no time for your pointless make believeAll I want from you are factsMy world knows only black and whiteAnd fantasy distractsImagination counts for nothingThe same
STARING AT THE SUN Made the music, captured the magic for a song I’d never writeEyes wide open staring at the sun I gave up on the fightI’d spent my blind days searching for a single ray of lightA lost cause, I could see clearly now, no rescued dreams tonight Wherever there’s love and hope
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A Time-Travelling Tale that ends well Christmas Day, 2842CE. A universe aeons away goes ‘phut’: In no more than a picosecond, complete darkness. The only sound, that of a whispering zephyr. In its wake, a pseudo macrocosm’s ever-decreasing guttural burps fading away into a soundless zilch. Left behind,…
‘The book of love has music in itIn fact that’s where music comes from’Songwriter: Stephin Merritt In a bid to curb the new variant coronavirus – that is 70% more catchable than the original – from spreading more rapidly in Kent I’m stuck in my unlocked prison in Tier 4 top-level lockdown. Only the food
‘The squirrel knows everything’ I was just guessing at numbers and figuresPulling the puzzles apartQuestions of science, science and progressDo not speak as loud as my heart’ From ‘The Scientist’ by Coldplay In trying to write a basic verse as the basis for an American country style lyric, it didn’t go to plan, hence I
CITY OF HEARTBEATS What’ll we do when it’s over and done with?What’ll we do when we unlock the door?What’ll we do when we crawl out of the subway?What’ll we do if it’s not like before? What’ll we see in the City of Heartbeats?What’ll we see in the waves and the tide?What’ll we see in the
