A CONCRETE FOREST ACROSS AN OCEAN

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‘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 ‘kee-yaa’ for his new love
Down below the farm and woodland
Down below the fledgling dove


He had no choice, no time to play mind games
He’ll take what he can get
Survival of the fittest means
He kills with no regret


Paradise is where the birds sing
In the trees and in the sky
Life’s a race to beat the seasons
Or else his nestlings, they will die


In a concrete forest across an ocean
A white cop kills – a black man’s dead
The police ignore his plea for mercy
“I can’t breathe” was all he said


Equality should be in our DNA
No more poor excuses nor stupid chatter
Law makers and law enforcers
Go prove that ‘Black Lives Matter’


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‘The Long Way Home’


Here’s a piece of music. It’s called ‘Barbed Wire’. I hope you enjoy;


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THE ‘ONCE UPON A TIME’ CHAIR

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‘The Sorcerer’s Hiding Place’


Now it’s legal to escape the front door I thought I’d give it a try. I wasn’t sure if it would end up a brain dead experience or a walk in the path of pollen and disease. As it happened I came across the ‘Once Upon a Time’ Chair – see photo further down. I found myself thinking it should maybe be better named the ‘One At a Time’ Chair.


The place I visited is called The Leas, it’s got pine avenues, formal gardens and flowers blooming all year – plus it’s right next to the sea. It was OK.


Below, here’s 5 pics and 5 compositions selected from some of my albums that match each other’s mood, including 2 backing tracks. Parks need backing tracks, I think. I hope you enjoy.


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CANDY FLOSS EQUATIONS

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I know these times aren’t for joking, and I mean no harm, but check out the place of origin of my American Fender Telecaster above. I’ve tried playing with gloves on but it’s not the same.


Anyway, here’s my dig at politicians worldwide. I might get a song out of it one day. It’s called ‘Candy Floss Equations’.


CANDY FLOSS EQUATIONS


Ever since the railways crossed the borders
Ever since the mountains touched the sky
Ever since the moon gave up on caring about the tides
Politicians have swapped each truth for another lie


No surprise their candy floss equations
No surprise when self is put before mankind
No surprise the toffee apple false assurances
When their forever promises go unsigned


Protesters, demonstrators, they get locked up
For shouting loud the honest facts of days to come
Deceitful politicians sit back and claim a triumph
When the riot squad have their opponents on the run


Democracy needs to have a blood transfusion
Democracy is dying on its feet
Democracy means nothing to neo-fascists
Claiming power, never accepting a ballet box defeat


When you own the press, the TV News, the money makers
When you own the generals, law makers and Twitter for trading lies
Then power begets power begets power
And you become a corrupt dictator in disguise


Time for music. This one goes by the name ‘Classic Rock Grove – E Major (Guitar Jam Backing Track). Even though it’s a backing track, these groves make for OK background music. I hope you enjoy;


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GEETHA’S NEW SONG

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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 song, ‘I Wanna Be With You’. To say I had magic words to work with, an understatement.


I don’t think I need say anymore. Her words (words that have that rare special feeling); her song, speaks for itself. Thanks for the opportunity to have worked with you, Geetha.


Time for the headphones, here’s Geetha’s song.

If you don’t follow Greetha’s blog already, you can find her at GEETHA’S BLOG I strongly recommend you pay her a visit.


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DO YOU SEE

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Artwork – Mihal Criste


My post today is about Geetha Prod’hom, the only female from Geneva, Switzerland, playing chess in the grandmasters’ category. On top of that, Geetha is a lady of many skills. In her own words, and taken from her ABOUT page on WP, “Born of an Indian father and a Tunisian mother, I have grown up into a multicultural background. I love art in all its forms and like painting and drawing. Sometimes I also choose to express myself in words through poems in some of the languages I learnt throughout my life. I write poems mainly in English, French and Arabic.”  I nearly forgot to add, she is also a healer.


I have had the privilege of being commissioned by Geetha to turn a traditional non-rhyming, most excellent poem, into song, per my product POETRY TO SONG . Here is the outcome. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did when adapting to song her wonderful poem – as is always the case when one genre blends with another – in order that the words get to sit comfortably with melody. The final result, a song that belongs to Geetha.

There was something else that caught my eye in Geeta’s ABOUT page. This is what she says, “I write because I mainly see beauty in the world and it touches me so much that I wish to express the feelings it generates but I also write from experiences I have gone through and ugly happenings I have witnessed for others and that too generates its own set of emotions which I then try to release through the same medium. I hope this blog brings a blend of all of this to those who wish to read it so that they may see the beauty and revel in it as well as see the ugliness and give some thought to what creates it.”


If you don’t follow Greetha’s blog already, you can find her at GEETHA’S BLOG I strongly recommend you pay her a visit.

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One thing for sure. I won’t be challenging Geetha to a game of chess unless she wears a blindfold.


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MELISSA CRIES FOR CANDY

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‘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 follows on behind along with a pic of my unusual meal (Why+1?)


Storm clouds on the horizon
No red sky tonight
The wind blows away the magic
Of a starry, starry night


Melissa cries for Candy
Candy dreams of John
John is suicidal
On how it all went wrong


Larry plays the old guitar
Kate the mandolin
And Finn plays the accordion
They’re busking in Berlin


It’s a game of names and fortunes
A game played out in time
A game of life that ends in death
A mountain we must climb


And John’s looking out for Sally
Candy’s dreaming on
Melissa took an overdose
She does not belong here


Larry plays the old guitar
Kate the mandolin
And Finn plays the accordion
They’re busking in Berlin


Candy is the blinkered one
John has the broken heart
Larry’s getting on with life
Melissa fell apart – she fell apart, she fell apart


Finn, she won a battle
Kate, she lost a war
Candy is still dreaming of
What are we fighting for?


Storm clouds on the horizon
No red sky tonight
The wind blows away the magic
Of a starry, starry night


Larry plays the old guitar
Kate the mandolin
And Finn plays the accordion
They’re busking in Berlin, they’re busking in Berlin



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‘A Charcoal Cheddar Cheese Jacket Potato – like I said, Why+1?’


Lastly SOUND-WAVE leggings from ZOOLON’S MERCHANDISE  – not that I wear them myself, of course. Just another design I thought up. There’s a load more things on Zoolon’s merchandise – link above and at the side.

SOUNDWAVE LEGGINGS


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I HAVE THE TIME

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‘A Long Way Down’ – French Pyrenees


Time in a circle
Life in a straight line
Time waits for no man
Park up too long and there’s a fine


Time as a painting
In an empty gallery
Frozen in the moment
What you get is what you see


Time as an enemy
Don’t need no blade, don’t need no gun
Time as your hunter
You on the run


Time as a dancer
She’s your next date
Don’t look over your shoulder
You’ll be playing with fate


If I am the rhythm
Then you are the rhyme
If you know the questions
Then I have the time


While I’m on the subject of time. Here’s my song ‘Pride & Time’. I hope you enjoy.


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DEAD MAN’S TEETH

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‘Sink or Swim?’ by Zoolon


DEAD MAN’S TEETH


You’ve got the jump on life for once
You’ve got a head start just this time
Victory can taste sweet
If the victory’s not mine


You were a rabbit in the headlights
A lost soul out at sea
Staring at the abyss
Afraid of mystery


There’s a headstone in the graveyard
Sailor’s bones rotting underneath
They say the last bit to degrade
Are the dead man’s teeth


You’re swimming in salty water
Not drowning anymore
You hold your breath and dive again
You lose touch with the shore


You couldn’t face that yesterday
Thought tomorrow wasn’t real
Now you touch the starfish
No longer an ordeal


Once you sat upon the rocks
The oceans all you saw
The magic of the in between
Don’t matter anymore


There’s a headstone in the graveyard
Sailor’s bones rotting underneath
They say the last bit to degrade
Are the dead man’s teeth


You’re chasing the white horses
At the dizzy whirlpool’s end
Who you’ll meet at heaven’s gate
You guess won’t be a friend


You’re in uncharted waters
You’re journeying out to sea
Following the North Star
The curious mermaid – and maybe me – maybe me


Time for ‘Time Out’ from my Dream Rescuer Album. I hope you enjoy;

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TWO FACES

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‘China Album Cover’


On the one hand it’s been a good week as I’ve just got my music into China. Hopefully the bespoke for ‘China only’ album ‘All Winter Long’ will be heard there via all the major streaming platforms. That’s the plan anyway. On the other hand, I’ve got the flu and and can’t sing a note right now as my voice sounds like I’ve got a clothes peg attached to my nose plus I could do with a body temp of 37 C/98.6 F again. Anyhow, time for new music words;


TWO FACES
I don’t know the freeway from the forest
Don’t know sunshine from moonlight
I’ve a head full of sand and sawdust
I see no colours, just black and white


Life, you have two faces
You’re a door without a key
Demons & angels trading places
Where nothing comes for free


An open prison I can’t escape from
You’re a thief but you don’t care
You’re an addiction without a needle
So you fix, sometimes you share


I’ll lose my dreams if can’t disguise them
Soon I won’t know tomorrow from today
You’re the god, you are the devil
You’re winter’s midnight midday in May


Talking about the album for China, here’s ‘All Winter Long’ originally from my ‘Rainbows End’ album;


Fancy a ‘Mysterious Grove’? It’s one of my backing tracks but you might find it OK to relax to – hopefully.


And here, one of the other places where ‘Mysterious Groove’ lives and can be downloaded;


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MAYBE TOMORROW, MAYBE NOT

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‘The Long Way Home’


My song ‘All Winter Long’ off the ‘Rainbows End’ album seems to fit the mood of the new words that I found washed up on the beach – sort of.



SONG FOR ANOTHER DAY


Dreamers dance while dancers dream
Songbirds love while lovers sing
No frozen sun, no burning snow
Maybe tomorrow, long ago


No need for signposts to guide me home
They say all roads, they lead to Rome
I travel light always alone
Since you said ‘goodbye, au revoir, shalom’


I never followed in your footsteps
Never read the words you wrote
Never picked up on your last message
Never checked out your latest quote


Too late for celebration
Just time to snuff the flame
No need for explanation
The whistles blown to end the game


The only killer with this potential lyric is that, even adapted, it presently sounds like a Eurovision Song Contest number. Not good.


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