‘I swear it is true, the past isn’t dead, it’s alive, it is happening, in the back of my head’ Agnes Obel ‘And if I’m blinded, will my eyes become the planets?’ Aurora Aksnes ‘Each town looks the same to me, the movies and the factories’ Paul Simon ‘Darkness creeps in like a thief and
Tag: Acoustic Music
‘The Way Back Home’ Just across from me is a place called the Western Heights. It’s now just a local nature reserve, but once during the Napoleonic Wars in the 1860’s, its vast defences were designed to protect Dover from French invasion. It’s been said that the Western Heights of Dover were one of the
‘A long way from home – the first living thing you’ll see’ Written in the first person and based on an interview with a refugee on TV a while back. It stayed with me. I walked from somewhere into nowhere As a lonesome refugee No possessions, but in my pocket Safe and sound, a memory
There are no hero’s out tonight, the last one took the late night flight Above the clouds, under the moon, and down below the next typhoon Tomorrow’s not another day, tomorrow I start again – OK? I dreamed of some place far away, where time stands still and echoes betray What’s not made of hate
‘The Forest of Dreams’ Walking in the middle of the forest, taking a few pics along the way, I looked up, saw a buzzard preparing to swoop down on his prey. Nature at work. Then later, thinking about racist humans at work, I couldn’t help but compare the two. Up above the buzzards’ waiting Singing
What does a musician do when the virus has caused the market to be as good as dead? In my case it’s about thinking of other ways of using my music in a way that has a purpose. In this case a marketing purpose – a promo video with backing music for authors. Better put,
‘The Sorcerer’s Hiding Place’ Now it’s legal to escape the front door I thought I’d give it a try. I wasn’t sure if it would end up a brain dead experience or a walk in the path of pollen and disease. As it happened I came across the ‘Once Upon a Time’ Chair – see
‘Un jour, je reviendrai’ Living proof a lyricist can get away with murder. Here’s some new words I’ve been playing around with. Give me an illusion, a multi-coloured fusion Give me back that sense of deja vu Give me toast and honey, car keys and loads of money And a guarantee that when I find
‘The Whole of The Moon’ Two pieces of music today. First my instrumental piece, ‘Summer Died on a Saturday’, then, after the words, a song called ‘Red Planet’. Both numbers were on my mind when writing these words. In-between each verse a few garden pics. Places I’ve been yet never seen And castles in the
Lockdown but not totally locked in. I thought outside might be good for creativity. A decent hot day and a garden to check out even if it meant a dose of hay fever – and it did. Five shots of the garden accompanied with five songs, one song for each pic. I hope you enjoy.
