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
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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
Honesty and fabricationsAll that glitters can’t be goodSmiles, tears and accusationsTell a kind of truth no one understood I live in a hole in the groundAbove live the germs. Happy germs.They play football most daysIn empty stadiumsMostly thoughThey can get on your nervesThey knock on my door uninvitedChanting songs of imaginary guiltSongs no one needs
‘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
‘The Long Climb’ The worst scars we have live inside our headWorst scars don’t run and hide, they follow us to bedA scar can be a memory of something you didn’t need to sayA scar can be mistaken words you should have chucked away ‘An Enlarged Pic From The Harbour – In The Distance There
For you I’d write a new songMemories of you, they still inspireI’d wrap it up in harmonyGet it delivered by a classical choir For you I’ll set the world on fireAnd given half a chanceWatch you rip the fancy wrappingAnd through the storm clouds watch you dance I walked for miles across the sand dunesThinking
