Yesterday at the farm down the road I had a chat with Number 85. We got on OK but our conversation was a one-sided affair. Because of that I thought I’d ask the lamb a few easy questions. It went like this. “What would you call a long rigid piece of metal?” The lamb answered,
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Now the ground is neither a sticky mud bath nor a slippery ice rink accident waiting to happen I went up to the forest on Sunday. Amazing how many trees had fallen down over winter. It’s peaceful up there. WISHFUL THINKING The chatter of the ghostsA haunting silhouetteThe echoes of distant voicesAn orchestral violin quartet
Memories & new words are pretty much what my new book ‘Looking for Reasons’ is all about. Without ‘memories’ that inspire, whether they’re from yesterday or last year or ages ago, there would be no ‘new words’; no new songs. I like it that sometimes a few photographs from before trigger lyrical verse. Anyhow, here’s
It may seem like Toy TownWhen you’re looking down from up aboveBut in reality what you’ll find thereAre the lovers and the unloved Like anywhere else around the worldOpposites attractNorth and south and east and westThere’s no argument, it’s a fact Umbrellas for a rainy daySledges for the snowBarbeques come summertimeAutumn Bonfire Night’s multi-coloured show
Originally from my song, ‘Liquid Truth’ – written in 2012, me a first year music student back then – these words below open Zoolon’s new book called, ‘LOOKING FOR REASONS’. They just about sum me up. ‘When will all the pieces come together,And if I don’t like the picture am I stuck with it forever?’
Most days this winter are either freezing cold and rainy, or just plain horribly cold with frost everywhere. Generally the frost is just a white cloak, nothing special. However, yesterday when I thought I’d give the cars – not being used hardly at all because of the lockdown – a run before the batteries die
‘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
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
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
