‘Un jour, je reviendrai’ Living proof a lyricist can get away with murder. Here’s some new words I’ve been playing around with. Give me an illusion, a multi-coloured fusion Give me back that sense of deja vu Give me toast and honey, car keys and loads of money And a guarantee that when I find
Tag: Poetry
Lockdown but not totally locked in. I thought outside might be good for creativity. A decent hot day and a garden to check out even if it meant a dose of hay fever – and it did. Five shots of the garden accompanied with five songs, one song for each pic. I hope you enjoy.
I know these times aren’t for joking, and I mean no harm, but check out the place of origin of my American Fender Telecaster above. I’ve tried playing with gloves on but it’s not the same. Anyway, here’s my dig at politicians worldwide. I might get a song out of it one day. It’s called
‘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
‘Zeus’s Forgotten Daughter’ Public Domain photo – no artist name given I got this message the other day. It read, ‘Nice work! Your song THE FORGOTTEN DAUGHTER OF ZEUS caught our attention and has made its way to the headphones of our Senior Curators. Curation is the first step towards career-changing artist development programs such
‘Last year in Berck, south of Le Touquet’ I can’t see me back in Berck any time soon. Anyway, some happier words for a change. You can’t travel in your body So you travel in your mind No tickets, no passports You left reality behind Yesterday, off to New York Tomorrow, off to Rome Today,
Artwork via Kimberly Gillian ‘Just Heart to Heart’, a second commission per my POETRY TO SONG product, from the talented lady of many skills, working across any number of genres, who goes by the name Geetha Prod’hom. Sometimes, when working on a new song, the words get to speak aloud, telling me they want to
‘The Day After’ by Zoolon A LIFE – I hope you enjoy; Misty morning, starless night E minor clad in grey not white There are heroes saying nothing There are angels staying schtum While out there on the streets you’ll find The fake immortals and thoughtless dumb Each statistic, their fault They take another life
Artwork – Mihal Criste My post today is about Geetha Prod’hom, the only female from Geneva, Switzerland, playing chess in the grandmasters’ category. On top of that, Geetha is a lady of many skills. In her own words, and taken from her ABOUT page on WP, “Born of an Indian father and a Tunisian mother,
‘I risked a pollen attack and a bout of hay-fever in the back bee friendly garden for this. Why?’ Like last week another older song, not yet to appear on an album. Recorded back in 2014 in a lonely bedroom one dark night, a song about day to day life. Lyrics first, the song itself
