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‘MANDY’S DOOR’

‘For Free’ by Zoolon The brainwasher wearing the grey suit that sparkled said he drove an Audi Quattro. He asked what I drove. I lied and said a skateboard. He asked why I didn’t wear, “A smart suit like mine”. I couldn’t be bothered to answer.  Also, he looked like someone who might end up

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WELCOME TO THE ‘HOTEL BARBED WIRE’

Source: Chicago Tribune ‘Barbed wire used properly can be a beautiful sight’, so said the man who ought to know better. Really?  It might be when used as an art-form but not in the context you used it, mate. Whatever, those cruel words got me thinking; got me composing a new piece for the new

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EASTSIDE 1981

‘Discernible Connection’ by Zoolon A couple of weeks back I mentioned that I’d post my tribute to Francesca Woodman, the amazingly talented photographic artist whose work didn’t make it big until after she had committed suicide, in New York, in January 1981, aged just 22. The tribute is in two parts. The first a song

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THE BUS STOP & THE CANINE KID

‘A Chair’ by Someone Who Wanted a Chair This is a 100% true. Just up from where I live there’s a road that I’m beginning to think is in another dimension in time and space. A big concept to take in.  I’ll explain. The road in question leads out of town into the countryside behind

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ROAD SIGNS, RAILWAY LINES & ARROWS POINTING

(A pod of refugee helium balloons) The above is a photo I took yesterday in a supermarket. Its full title should read, ‘A Pod of Refugee Helium Balloons Hiding from The Bextiteer Children Armed with Knitting Needles & Ladders’. That was my take on it anyhow. A true story. A couple of days ago I

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BECOMING ZOOLON

This ‘something’ was written in March 2016 following an 18-month drought of creativity, triggered by having discovered the crap reality that having a decent degree doesn’t mean you just walk into a half decent job (or any job). I only stumbled on these words the other day tucked inside an old guitar case I keep

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SHADOWS HIDE MY SCARS

‘Shadows Hide My Scars’ is the final song from my ‘Liquid Truth’ album written about 4 years ago. This concept album, as you might recall from previous posts, is themed around Plato’s ‘Allegory of the Cave’. This demo version reflects the moment when ‘the prisoner’ leaves the cave he’s lived in forever and heads off

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FROM ECHOES TO DOWNLOADS

(above, a photo I took in Ramsgate for no particular reason)  Zoolon’s brief take on, ‘From Echoes to Downloads’. We all take for granted that we can download whatever music we like. Even vinyl has made a spectacular comeback, plus CD’s are still selling well.  What interests me is just when was it the case

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NO ‘SONG OF LOVE’ TODAY

(written following the tragic events in London yesterday, a diary entry, not a poem or lyric) Wearing headphones on a windy, rainy afternoon, Safe, warm, tickling a keyboard and lost in composition, Just trying to conjure up a new ‘song of love’ to sing, While outside, and far away from here, in The Smoke, Another

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WHAT NEXT?

Today, was the day a statue grew out of my head, and all the while the police were waiting, patiently waiting in the background, to arrest the mutant that was me. WHAT NEXT? I was lost somewhere in life’s whirlpool, Drowning in a sea of sweet dreams, Somehow rescued, I looked all around me, Saw

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