THE ART OF FROST – ON CARS

Most days this winter are either freezing cold and rainy, or just plain horribly cold with frost everywhere. Generally the frost is just a white cloak, nothing special. However, yesterday when I thought I’d give the cars – not being used hardly at all because of the lockdown – a run before the batteries die I saw this ‘frost art’ on the bonnets. Surreal or what.    




Note the seagulls couldn’t help themselves on the bonnet

Some music to fit my mood. The song, ‘Hooked’. It’s from my ‘Rainbow’s End’ album available for download on BANDCAMP  When I wrote this back in 2017 I was having a battle with creativity, hence I wrote about my relationship with it. Scroll on, 3 years later and I’m back where I started, having another battle – same enemy. I hope you enjoy;




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DREAMER, ZEUS & THE OLD LADY

Art work by Funniest Animal Videos


I was reading an article that said when in the mood a cat can count up to 7. My immediate thought was that that made a mockery of the 9 lives theory, given that cats must be in no man’s land after 7 disastrous accidents. I wondered how the writer got to know that cats can count up to 7, so I wrote this.


The old lady with the broomstick she took everywhere never really wanted to live on Planet Earth but she didn’t have much choice but to stay put. She wasn’t a witch or anything like that. She just liked her broomstick and didn’t care for Planet Earth that much. She always said she found having a broomstick therapeutic. Her Earth problems were all about allergies. Hay fever, dust allergies and atopic dermatitis were her adversaries. She didn’t quite know what atopic dermatitis was. It was what her doctor called it and he knew more words than she did. What she did know was that it made her itch most times, although for reasons unknown she never itched when carrying her broomstick. Mostly she slept with the broomstick. When she went down town to do a bit of shopping on rainy days she had to leave it at home because she couldn’t hold an umbrella and the stick at the same time without falling over.   


Luckily she never had animal type allergies. That’s why she kept two cats and always kept the bird feeding station down the bottom of the garden full of seed.


As she’d grown older then older some more she found life was getting boring. Her husband had died years before and she lived alone, apart for the cats. Morpheus and Zeus were the names she gave them. Because she couldn’t always remember Morpheus’ name she mainly called him Dreamer. He slept a lot.


It was because of her cats that her world got better then better still. It was on a hot summer’s day that she decided she would feed her cats outside. Her back garden was massive but because of her allergies she’d had it concreted over. To make the garden look better she’d planted masses of plastic flowers in tubs all over the place. It confused the bees but no harm was done.


Somehow, given that she was carrying her broomstick with her, she took with her a bowl each of gourmet cat food chicken cubes in sauce for both Dreamer and Zeus. The thing was that one bowl had five cubes, the other had seven. Zeus got the short end of the stick. He didn’t look that happy. She noticed that Zeus had nodded his head five times before popping over to Dreamer, where he nodded seven times. When he’d finished nodding he looked up at the old lady and shook his head in disappointment.  It was a that point she’d discovered that cats can count.


Ever since that day she never got bored again. Once she’d taught her cats to play counting games she never looked back. The cats were pretty happy themselves. They had known for some time that dogs can’t count, even though wolves could.


Every day, sometimes all day, you’d find her playing Snakes and Ladders and Ludo with the cats.  



Some music. My song ‘Tick-Tock’ from my ‘The Pigeons Are Switzerland’ album. You can download this BANDCAMP I hope you enjoy.

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LOOKING FOR REASONS


Photo by Michael Chen

LOOKING FOR REASONS


Looking for reasons
Me, you and she
Fighting for justice
And taking the knee
A paradise lost
Now under the sea
An invisible pandemic
Cries out a stupid “Yippee”
It kills mostly the poor
Than it does the bourgeoisie
Mostly the poor
Who will never be free


Anything goes
When powers agree
To turn a blind eye
At the death of some tree
They count all their assets
And never foresee
That wiping out forests
Is a death wish destiny


Looking for reasons
Has no guarantee
Believe me, I’ve tried it
To the nth degree
All I know for certain
That there’s no point to flee
From a planet pronounced dead
Come the death of the last bee


Talking of bees, I’ve got a song from my first album, ‘Dream Rescuer’ called ‘Sunlight & The Dust’. It’s all about the direction we’re heading in, and bees play a part in the lyric. If you want to download the album you’ll find it available via  BANDCAMP or, at AMAZON when searching ‘Zoolon Audio Albums’.  I hope you enjoy.


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A FREE-VIEW SKY


A FREE-VIEW SKY


‘I think I’ve played this game before’
Said the dreamer to the realist
‘I get to close my eyes and count to 10
Before you shoot this guitarist?’


‘There is no time for your pointless make believe
All I want from you are facts
My world knows only black and white
And fantasy distracts
Imagination counts for nothing
The same goes for creativity that you call art
You’re a waste of space’ he said to me
Adding, ‘I’ve no heart but I am smart’


I got to open my eyes just in time
To look up at a free-view sky
Saw a rainbow and a flock of birds
Smiled and told him, ‘Art will never die
Art will live for ever
Not like you or I
Art is in everything there is
Natural or created it’ll never say goodbye’



Here’s my number from my ‘The Forgotten Daughter Of Zeus’ album. It’s called ‘Decider’. The album can be downloaded via BANDCAMP or, as I’ve just discovered (!) at AMAZON when searching ‘Zoolon Audio Albums’. I hope you enjoy;



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STARING AT THE SUN



STARING AT THE SUN


Made the music, captured the magic for a song I’d never write
Eyes wide open staring at the sun I gave up on the fight
I’d spent my blind days searching for a single ray of light
A lost cause, I could see clearly now, no rescued dreams tonight


Wherever there’s love and hope you’ll find a soft and tender tune
One I put on the back-burner on that sour afternoon last June
Figured I’d finish the puzzle sometime, sometime very soon
Is it heaven or is it hell that hides on the dark side of the moon?


Will I trade the Devil’s last Kiss for a shadow on the wall?
Time’s on my side, I know that, it’s not my curtain call



Talking of Devil’s Kiss and Shadow on The Wall, plus the other three tracks, here it is. My Devil’s Kiss album’s last outing in 2020. If you want the download it’s just £4.50 or equivalent on BANDCAMP I hope you enjoy;




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DREAMS & UNLOCKED PRISONS

‘The book of love has music in it
In fact that’s where music comes from’

Songwriter: Stephin Merritt


In a bid to curb the new variant coronavirus – that is 70% more catchable than the original – from spreading more rapidly in Kent I’m stuck in my unlocked prison in Tier 4 top-level lockdown. Only the food shops are open. It’s a pity I never got my Christmas gifts for the family online. It’s too late now. I’ve said farewell to creativity for Christmas hence today a song of mine from 2017 when everything was easy. First the lyrics, then the song itself. Sing along if you want. It’s called ‘Dream Rescuer’. I hope you enjoy, and HAPPY CHRISTMAS to everyone no matter what you believe in, or no belief at all.


You rescued dreams
And nightmare schemes
Spinning around inside your head
You kept them in your diary
A book you said you’d never read


Come morning
Come daylight
You’re lost in time
A dream you dared to dream
Come morning
Come daylight
You’re lost this time
I hope I said goodbye


You rescued dreams
And nightmare schemes
Spinning around inside my head
Pressed Petals
And four leaf clovers
Turning the pages
Of wild illusions


‘Dream Rescuer’ is the title track from my album of the same name. It can be downloaded from BANDCAMP It’s a ten track album for just £5 (or equivalent) you might like.



A reminder that someday my guitar and me will get back to France

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CHASING ONE MORE DREAM

‘The squirrel knows everything’


I was just guessing at numbers and figures
Pulling the puzzles apart
Questions of science, science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart’

From ‘The Scientist’ by Coldplay


In trying to write a basic verse as the basis for an American country style lyric, it didn’t go to plan, hence I nearly gave up. It’s a storytelling genre I don’t think I’ll ever master. But what the hell, it’s winter; it’s lockdown; I’m English; it’s Christmas.



CHASING ONE MORE DREAM


“Your songs are full of sadness
You know we’ll never get along
The time has come to end this
There’s no place together where we belong”


She sent me a ‘Happy Christmas’ card
Got it in the post yesterday
Inside she’d written ‘see you whenever’
A poor excuse, a poor cliché


Looking out of my bedroom window
The sky, all shades of festive grey
That was when the card she sent
I ripped in two, then threw away


Are there really songs of happiness
That don’t sound like over-sugared cream?
I’d rather bandage sorrow
Than go chasing one more dream


Here’s a number from my ‘The Forgotten Daughter Of Zeus’ album. It’s called ‘Hidden Beneath’. I hope you enjoy.


‘The tunnel’s seen it all’


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CITY OF HEARTBEATS

‘Door to Avalon’

CITY OF HEARTBEATS


What’ll we do when it’s over and done with?
What’ll we do when we unlock the door?
What’ll we do when we crawl out of the subway?
What’ll we do if it’s not like before?


What’ll we see in the City of Heartbeats?
What’ll we see in the waves and the tide?
What’ll we see in the fields of the living?
What’ll we see with our eyes open wide?


What’ll we make of shadows as dancers?
What’ll we make of blue skies and the stars?
What’ll we make of faces uncovered?
And what’ll we make of reborn guitars?


The answer lives in that City of Heartbeats
The place where we will hold hands once more
The answer is found when she rests her head on your shoulder
No need to worry about what went before


Here’s my song, ‘Rebirth’, a song that fits these words. I hope you enjoy;



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GREY WOLF HOWLING AT THE MOON

Artwork by Dan Barrett

HOWLING AT THE MOON


It’s a pointless conversation
In a dark and empty room
You might as well go speak to
The grey wolf howling at The Moon


Searching for castles in the air
Lost in that same dark and empty room
Thinking of tomorrow’s daydreams
Praying they’ll come true sometime soon


This day, it counts for nothing
Worldwide, faces in disguise
In the clear sight of the invisible
Makes for sad eyes and sad goodbyes


Was it written in the stars
Or dressed up in some new tune
Those pointless conversations
Howling at The Moon?


Music wise the song below – one I wrote back when I was a student – fits my current mood, lost in a lock-down’s creativity free zone. The song seems it has real purpose now. I’d like to give it a new title. I hope you enjoy;



The inside of my head


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DANCING WITH THE SHADOWS


DANCING IN THE SHADOWS


We’re dancing with the shadows
To the heartbeat of the moon
While you’re out there doing battle
To a bygone marching tune


We’re a reality waiting to happen
No longer hiding behind closed doors
Your charisma counts for sweet nothing, my friend
When there is no mesmerized applause


We’re dancing with the shadows
To the shimmer of the sun
You’re never going to tame us now
Not me, not anyone  


Dancing with the shadows
And dreaming of the day
When truth and freedom are a given
And the silent have their say


We’re dancing with the shadows
To the whisper of the waves
Dancing with the shadows
No more graves, no barricades


Of this week’s pics only the fourth one is mine. The others are curtesy of the old man. He’s not been 100% for a while now, hence he’s not been writing nor blogging. Some of you might know him. His name is Mike Steeden and he asked me to send his regards. Anyway, we dragged him out on the only decent day we’ve had over the last few weeks. My sea pics were taken on the coastline, he’d found a place below I’d never noticed before. I liked his work more than my own on the day.





Time for some music. This week, ‘Ticking Clock’ from my ‘Dream Rescuer’ album. The album is available for download at BANDCAMP I hope you enjoy;


Lastly, one of many accidental photos from the old man – one of about thirty when he left his finger on the phone without thinking. I don’t mind being a multitude of accidental silhouettes sometimes.


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