2.51PM Saturday, 9th February 2019. Ten minutes to go before a 3.00PM kick-off. Arsenal at home against Huddersfield. The game’s not on Sky so I’m rushing along the hallway to get to the PC to find a quality stream when there on the carpet my random mind tells me is a new-born rainbow. I’m not good
‘Le Touquet – 2016’ PERHAPS THIS TIME NEXT YEAR You ask me questions I can’t answer I write you songs you’ll never hear Words fading into thin air Words that die and disappear In the company of egos In the places I don’t want to be I leave when no one’s looking No goodbyes
‘A Hill with a View’ by Zoolon Just ½ an hour ago I got stopped by a lady in the street who said, “I’m in dire need of puzzles”. True. I had no idea if this was a question or not, so I grinned a hopeless grin and walked on. Ultra odd. Early hours, Sunday.
‘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
(classic, official Beatles ‘Back in the USSR’ tie from way back. To eBay or not eBay, that is the question) How can someone be busy and bored at the same time? I quite good at that. Anyway, a stab at a new lyric? Not sure. As I was wondering where words come from, this one took
First a quick view of the evolution of my ‘Dream Rescuer’ album’s cover art. I forgot I still had these sample shots. Above, one of the source photos; below the final cover. Anyhow, to the point. If you take the acoustic route, then verse words transfer reasonably easily into song, especially so the ballad. The