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
Tag: Ambient Music
‘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
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
HOWLING AT THE MOON It’s a pointless conversationIn a dark and empty roomYou might as well go speak toThe grey wolf howling at The Moon Searching for castles in the airLost in that same dark and empty roomThinking of tomorrow’s daydreamsPraying they’ll come true sometime soon This day, it counts for nothingWorldwide, faces in disguiseIn
‘Sunday. The day after the sky ran out of rain‘ I got another request for a song on my blog, this time from the excellent blogger called ‘The Hinoeuma’ – here’s the link https://cosmic-observation.com/ – definitely worth a visit if you haven’t been there before. The song in question being ‘Pride & Time’. The story behind
It was – no names – recently suggested to me to play my ‘Rainbow’s End’ song on the blog. I take that as a request – I like requests. So here it is. Lyric first, song follows. I hope you enjoy; On the day the ice caps meltedThe sun swallowed up the seaNo rain from
On the horizon just a ‘dot’. In an over full craft refugees risk their lives for a new homeland. I hope they made it here. A pity I couldn’t get close-ups. ‘Rule Britannia is out of bounds, To my mother, my dog, and clowns’ – Bowie In seven months their world blew upIn seven days
I’m a question not an answerYou’re a bullet not a gunDisaster after disasterLike a shadow on the run You’re a mermaid in a fish tankOn a shelf against a wallI’m the wizard without a magic wandBut I don’t care at allBecause in the dead of the nightI think about tomorrowIn the dead of the nightI
I think I’ve fallen in love with my new ‘old’ guitar. I’ve even composed an instrumental with it for the new album – see below. I got it as a gift from a family friend who never used it that much. Better still it’s a rare early 1960’s Burns TR2 Guitar. The family friend had
A Zoolon aside: I took a few pics of the Royal Military Canal running through the town of Hythe just up the coast from me the other day. I’d often wondered what the purpose of the canal was/is. I checked out its history. It runs 28 miles more or less parallel to the sea and
