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
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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
‘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
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
DANCING IN THE SHADOWS We’re dancing with the shadowsTo the heartbeat of the moonWhile you’re out there doing battleTo a bygone marching tune We’re a reality waiting to happenNo longer hiding behind closed doorsYour charisma counts for sweet nothing, my friendWhen there is no mesmerized applause We’re dancing with the shadowsTo the shimmer of the
LIPSTICK GIRL & TRADING SUITS FOR UNIFORMS The only sounds I’m hearing are birdsong, bombs and gunsI ask myself the question, ‘Are we the only onesWith eyes that see and hearts that break and hands that paint the scene?While out there in the muddy Somme, they all died aged nineteen’ Scroll forward another century, no
Hiding away where no one can find you is so much better than living out a pandemic locked away in a no man’s land where everyone thinks they ‘absolutely‘ must scores moral points. The old blind lady knew that. She’d lived through wars and famine and years of the hatred of people like her, who
