Tag: Melody

A HAT FULL OF SONGS

‘Charleville-Mézières Poster Display’ I guess like any art form sometimes you have to look back to places where creativity came easy – back to when words and melody were best mates – to when a hat full of songs pretty much created themselves. Looking back at photos of personal memories and things that made you

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PLACES I MISS

‘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

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GEETHA’S NEW SONG

‘Remember how we used to fly away sometimes’ – a line from Geetha’s new song Artwork by Duy Huynh Once more I’ve had the privilege of working with Geetha Prod’hom, the talented lady of more artistic skills and genres than I could ever count, per my product, POETRY TO SONG This time her brand new

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MR ANGRY’S PLAYING FIELD

‘Hot Day in Berck’ I’ve written a few protest songs before.  Generally mine are not angry songs. It’s not how I’m made. However, this one I’m playing around with is singing well enough, but singing angry. Maybe that’s the way it should be sometimes? ONE LESS INNOCENT Guns and souvenirs No wasted bullets, just wasted

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‘SUMMERTIME MADNESS’

(‘Gulp’ by Zoolon)  SUMMER DIED ON A SATURDAY You gave safe passage to your demons When the darkness came to call Waved ‘goodbye cruel world’ and whispered “Why stumble when I can fall? I’ll be the ghost who comes to haunt you The one who’ll own your every waking hour And when you’re trying to

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THE PERFECT MAZE

‘Winter Morning, 2018’ ~ Zoolon It’s funny what happens when you start playing around with an acoustic guitar with just a phrase in your head. This time it was, ‘Darkness at Dawn’. Sometimes it works, most times not. This time, I think I might have a skeleton lyric. Right now I need new lyrics as

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