Tag: Protest Song

LIPSTICK GIRL & TRADING SUITS FOR UNIFORMS

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

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HONESTY & FABRICATIONS

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

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RAINBOW’S END WILL STAY OUR SECRET

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

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THE INVISIBLE UNDEAD

I was up on the cliffs again, this time checking out a place called The Redoubt. I like the emptiness up there. I even got a few words together after the visit, but first I better tell you about the place and its hauntings. “The Redoubt is a fortress that was later reinforced with caponiers

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A CONCRETE FOREST ACROSS AN OCEAN

‘The Forest of Dreams’ Walking in the middle of the forest, taking a few pics along the way, I looked up, saw a buzzard preparing to swoop down on his prey. Nature at work. Then later, thinking about racist humans at work, I couldn’t help but compare the two. Up above the buzzards’ waiting Singing

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MARILYN, THE PAPARAZZI & PLANET MARS

‘Not my lucky day’ – read on! I tried my best but couldn’t find the photographer’s name for this, so I can’t credit it Weeks and weeks of rain. Every now and then some hailstones; every other day early morning frost. So, totally unexpected, on Christmas morning here in South-East England, sun – zero wind,

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THE DAY THE TREES DISAPPEARED

Zoolon’s Simple Take on Trees I wouldn’t like to be a tree in the Amazon right now. Having said that I probably wouldn’t particularly want to be a tree in the first place. I’d never get to see The Arsenal play again or get to eat macaroni cheese. Then there’s dogs with an urgent need

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OXYGEN IN A CUP

‘Money is the reason we exist Everybody knows it, it’s a fact – kiss, kiss’ Lana Del Rey from her song, ‘National Anthem’  OXYGEN IN A CUP The Amazons on fire again The ice caps melt away Sea levels gone and lost the plot Plastic bottles don’t decay Exhaust fumes and factory waste Industry is

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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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10 DAYS AWAY

‘The End of The Beginning’ by Zoolon In a few hours’ time my acoustic and me are off to the middle of nowhere for 10 days. No internet access unless I can manage to take my mobile into a town or city. How surreal is that? No social media. Also, it maybe the last time

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