Tag: Politics

FRIDAY 13TH – ‘ON THE EDGE’

‘Empty Days’ Friday 13th was never going to be a good day. I guess that’s life. Dark days ahead Now we’re being led By the fat cat living dead So we live in fear instead For the future just read dread It’s messed up inside my head How easy they misled The gullible overfed With

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PEOPLE

‘It Wasn’t Me’  Politicians get on my nerves. Their promises rain down like confetti at a wedding but mostly never happen. Some are great liars, others just feed on the lies. PEOPLE Harry lives in a cardboard box behind the Eiffel Tower Alice sits in doorways hoping for hard currency in exchange for a wilting

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NEVER FORGOTTEN

‘Never Forgotten’ Mucking around with semi-protest song words on the guitar I suddenly realized I was playing to my ‘Rainbows End’ melody. Basically, I’d plagiarized myself. I’ve never done that before. Back to the drawing board. ENGLAND, OH ENGLAND At my door they try selling me their religion Online they want my money to sell me fame

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SOME PLACE EAST OF DOVER

‘Neat Feet’ by Zoolon 100% true. That daft mate of mine I’ve been writing about lately has surpassed himself yet again. He was looking a bit down so I say, “What’s up?” He says, “It’s my star sign.” I say, “What about it?” He says, “It’s total rubbish.” I say, “What sign of the Zodiac

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THE WEIRDLY DIVINE KATE

‘Don’t Shoot’ by Zoolon As per usual I wanted to open up this post with something arguably funny. A story of real life type funny. It’s just that, for me, funny has to be put on the back-burner in these days of depressive politics and cruelty home and away. The crumbling state of humans/humanity has

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ZOOLON & THE BLUES

(one I took of the ferry from France just outside the harbour on an eerie Sunday morning) What’s the worst thing that can happen when you’ve got a sore throat (apart from being bitten by a venomous snake or being killed in a tragic accident)? Answer? Choking on seaweed. I bet that in the whole

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LOST HOPES & DREAMS

This photo I took the other day, leaves little doubt as to what ‘Kyran’s mum’ – whoever she is – does in her spare time. Changing the subject, I’ve always thought that you know you’re in trouble when you can’t bend your knees. I was wrong. On Saturday, I was wearing headphones playing a guitar

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