‘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
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‘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
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
‘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
‘Rush Hour – Tuesday Morning 9AM’ The line, ‘Rainbow’s End stay a secret, for forever and a day’ was the line that my song Rainbow’s End was built around. Folklore has it that at the end of the rainbow there’s a pot of gold and an enchanted magical land where all your dreams come true.
‘The Decision by Dzaet’ The doctor had to make a decision. Would it be the bloke who needed treatment for his cancer or the woman at the wrong end of COVID-19? The hospital was in overflow. Only one of the pair would get any treatment. Only the doctor could choose who. She needed to think.
‘Covid-19 Art by Anasyasya Eliseeva via New Frame’ It’s not the sky that’s on fire It’s humanity’s destiny So stay locked in your prison cell And let what will be – what will be Don’t hide behind a miracle Hide behind an old locked door Say no to celebrations Besides, you’ve seen them all before
‘Things to do when in lockdown’ It’s become a challenge now. I’m 10 days in to my lockdown and so far I’ve not stepped outside the house at all. Not even once. Not even to clean the seagull shit off my car. I’ve seen it from the window. It’s not a denim blue car anymore.
‘I’m good with corona’, says Mr Wolf’ Day nine, banged up. Happy most times. Daylight through a window. Vitamin D days. Running out of mushrooms. I live on mushrooms. I heard that the seagulls have gone fishing out at sea. They don’t hang around McDonald’s any more. No Grand Big Mac eaters to swoop down