LIVING INSIDE YOUR HEAD

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‘Last year in Berck, south of Le Touquet’


I can’t see me back in Berck any time soon. Anyway, some happier words for a change.


You can’t travel in your body
So you travel in your mind
No tickets, no passports
You left reality behind


Yesterday, off to New York
Tomorrow, off to Rome
Today, who knows where you’ll end up
Take a break and stay at home?


Possibilities are endless
All dreamed up asleep and in your bed
Maybe that’s the way it should be
You know – living inside your head


No diseases, no terrorists
No departure lounge delays
No obstacles, no worries
Just dream on those dreamy days


All the safest places at the moment are ‘Hidden Beneath’ – so is this number. I hope you enjoy;


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EMPTY STREETS & EMPTY ARMCHAIRS

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‘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. No one’s ever found the end of a rainbow. If dreams came true there now would be a good time to discover it – or would it just become victim to human greed?


Even though I’ve posted this song, ‘Rainbow’s End’ on the blog before, there’s no harm in running with it again. A download of the album by the same name is available on BANDCAMP


EMPTY
Every day a locked down deadpan Sunday
Every day a mountain never climbed
Every day a postcard never posted
Every day heartbeats that never rhymed


Maybe June, July or maybe never
My guitar the only living thing that doesn’t care
A window’s view, an empty still frame
No face to face, just an online love affair


Empty streets and empty armchairs
Empty funerals for those already dead
Empty songs sung with no one listening
Empty graves, empty love and empty heads


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SEMI-FINAL TIME & LIVING IN HOPE

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A few months ago ReverbNation gave me the opportunity to submit a song to the people organising the annual ‘International Song Contest’ in Nashville. I forgot all about it until the news that my number, ‘Devil’s Kiss’ – a ballad featuring the unique Fifi Rong sharing the vocals with me – had been accepted.


Yesterday, I got advised;


Hi George,

Congratulations!

A song that you entered has been selected as a semi-finalist in the 2019 International Songwriting Competition (ISC). We received more than 18,000 entries, so this is a remarkable achievement!


I’ve been told it will be another two weeks or so before I know if I’ve made the finals – that’s left me in ‘I live in hope’ mode. There’s a lot of awards and rewards to be had for those who reach the top of the pile. Also, there’s a whole mass of judges including my favourite band of all time, Coldplay. Time will tell!


Some of you may have heard the song before, some not. Here it is along with the lyrics if you want to sing along. I hope you enjoy;


Devil’s Kiss
You ask the questions I hide from
I write the songs you won’t hear
Leave now in the company of egos
Stay safe where dreamers get to dream


Daylight, midnight, twilight’s just the Devil’s Kiss
Moonlight, sunlight, twilight’s just the Devil’s Kiss
Don’t let the panic start to build
Start to build


You’ve been up on that mountain
Seething – no one left breathing
Don’t let me fade into despair


Daylight, midnight, twilight’s just the Devil’s Kiss
Moonlight, sunlight, twilight’s just the Devil’s Kiss
Moonlight, sunlight, twilight’s just the Devil’s Kiss


I hate photos of me. At times like this the obligatory mug shots shared across this and other platforms I’m told are advisable – accepting that that might not work in my favour! ‘Gulp’ mode!


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THE LADY WHO SPEAKS OF INTERESTING THINGS

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‘Earlier That Night’ – adapted from a photo by Christian Lagereek


Why me? I couldn’t work out what was happening at first. The sky looked weird. There’s not too much light pollution on the coast yet this night the sky had no flickering stars nor the black blanket the stars take a rest on. It wasn’t sea mist, clouds or fog either. It was big and getting bigger all the time. It didn’t take long before it filled the sky with somethingness. Only then did I work it out. The moon had decided to crash into the earth and there was nothing I could do about it.


All around me, people not looking up. Happy smiling people without a clue what was about to happen. I tried to tell them but although my mouth mimed the words the words weren’t coming out. Fear and anger. Anger and fear.


Soon I could see not just the outlines of the moon’s craters like you would with a telescope. This time I could see them clearly, like people on holiday flying over the Grand Canyon, except that I was looking up while they’d be looking down. I figured I had about five minutes to live. The bloke on his mountain bike who passed by didn’t have a clue, nor the group of girls sat on the bench eating their takeaway something. It was probably for the best they weren’t looking up. That way they’d die without having to get stressed about it.


Then I remembered that the lady from Vladivostok who always speaks of interesting things was arriving later to cut my hair. That’s when I woke up.


Here’s both the lyric & the song, ‘Ticking Clock’. I hope you enjoy;
In this land
The sky only knows
How to rain and how to hide us from the sun
The ticking clock
Stuck in reverse
They lead us all backwards to when time had just begun
Pretending all along they had a plan a morale plan
The chatter of the mindless now has made this mess
Made this mess


In this place
Threats turn to war
Bombs and poor excuses feed the starving hawk
The ticking clock
Stuck in reverse
Can we leave these leaders fighting on their own?

from Dream Rescuer, released May 15, 2017


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SHE COULDN’T HELP HERSELF

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‘Black Widow Marionette’ – Artwork by Johan Swanepoel


All decent blokes support the feminists. However, in one society the masculists – is that a real word? – need a helping hand. You probably knew this already. In case you didn’t, ‘Black widow spiders are arachnids that are known for the females’ unique appearance and tendency to eat their mates’ – courtesy of livescience.com.


The spider climbed the old brick wall
He was looking for a bed
He’d left his web unattended
At least that’s what he said


By the time he’d reached the rooftop
He stopped to take a rest
And that was when he saw her
She looked great, he was impressed


So he thought that he must tell her
She was the most beautiful black spider girl
She smiled and said ‘thank you, Sir’
And gave him a sexy twirl


Later, under a full moon
They made love on a chimney stack
When that was over and done with
Was the time of her attack


She didn’t plan to do it
It’s just the way that she was made
She ate him alive for supper
Straight after getting laid


She never could help herself
Every lover she had got ate
Not one of them escaped her bite
Was it bad luck or was it fate?


Today, just my ‘heartbeat silhouette’ song called ‘Tick Tock’.  I hope you enjoy.


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COUNTING STARS

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‘Those Who Stayed Behind’


One time on a moonlit night
You sat there counting stars
Asked me how it was that heaven
Was on the other side of Mars


Darkness, I can’t do without you
Self-doubt, that’s much the same
I’ve lost myself inside of Pan’s shadow
A place where life is just another pointless game


Cut it and the world cuts it with you
Crash then they’ll never know who you are
Hang around in twilight’s embers
And you’re just another abandoned star


You can hear me but you’ll never see me
In those shadows I’ve a bit part in a film noir
Listen out for the sad chords I’m playing
Listen out for my best friend, my new guitar


A song still waiting for its place on an album. I can’t believe that I wrote this number 6 years ago. Time plays tricks on me. Some of you might have heard it before, but it hasn’t had an outing for ages. New songs are on their way, but for now ‘Busking in Berlin’, a song about interrelationships between members of a band of buskers. I hope you enjoy;


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MAKING DRACULA REDUNDANT

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‘Bono’s Worse Nightmare’


I’ve been watching the new take on Dracula on the TV. I’m two episodes in. It’s not brilliant but I score it OK. The thing is the writers have missed a trick. To be certain to save yourself from Dracula you have to remember to carry a crucifix around with you at all times. Dracula can’t cope with people holding a cross in his face. It renders him useless. A load of nuns in one scene all get killed by Dracula because they forgot to carry the crucial crosses with them.


Then I had this random thought. Why not wear a T-shirt with a cross printed on it? Better still, if you are living in Transylvania just get yourself a crucifix tattoo on your forehead. Sorted – no need to remember anything, and the plus is Dracula becomes just a bloke with dodgy teeth, out of work and down the Job Centre hoping for a gig that has a night-shift.


On top of that, if Bram Stoker who wrote the original Dracula book had thought it through he’d never have had to bother writing the book in the first place.


Victory – what is victory
When you win a battle and then the war?
Victory – what is victory
When you’re unlocking an unlocked door?


Pointless – call it futile
The way you boast how well you lied
Pointless – call it laughable
That you thought yourself the perfect bride


Love and hate – now out of hiding
Love and hate – smack in my face
I count losers in the graveyard
You count winners lost without a trace


I saw it – I saw it coming
But never spoke out of turn
Watched you fan the flames of yesterday
And watched the future burn


Listen – can you hear me?
Or are you bathing in champagne
Hold your breath and believe me
When I say you won the game


Probable; possible verse/chorus – it bounces like an old English folk song:
No reason to share a truth or live a lie
Since we walked in the cemetery where all dreams, they die


My sleepless night words have a lot of opposite takes on life and something else I’m not sure of, a bit like my song ‘Shadow on the Wall’ from the Devil’s Kiss album. Here it is. I hope you enjoy;


If any poets out there are interested in having your poems turned into songs then click here to check it out: POETRY TO SONG


If you are looking for the above or all my other music then you’ll find it to download on BANDCAMP  or you can stream and/or make a playlist of it on SPOTIFY


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CHARCOAL CARTOONS

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”Outside the Unknown’



DARK SIDE OF NOWHERE
Stay away from the entrance
Shut your eyes, you’re immune
On the dark side of nowhere
You’re a charcoal cartoon


Like nightmares and dreams
Lookalikes never look back
They say there’s no in-between
When you’re just one of the pack


I’ll write new a song
Dedicate it to you
With words you can’t count on
If only you knew


A heart full of hurt
Don’t mend on its own
You only find yourself
Inside the unknown


With Christmas on the way maybe Zoolon designed music merchandise might be something you’re interested in. There’s a link on the side bar of this blog (where some pics are) or alternatively, right here ZOOLON MERCHANDISE


Here’s a couple of other pics from the collection;

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CAPTURING WAVES & NUISANCES

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So, it’s the first decent day of the year in South East England. Blue skies, a double-figure temperature and high tide at 11am. All good. I’m walking the coastline to a place where the sea wall juts out toward the beach, so I can capture the sounds of the waves for some sound art I’m working on. Ambient sounds as they rush across the pebbles toward the wall; angry sounds as the waves lose their temper when smashing into it – like the wall is border control denying immigrant waves access. Topical. I might reflect that in my art.  All’s still good. No people about; no annoying breeze, even the gulls are busy someplace else. Nothing to pollute the recordings I’m getting through my hand-held stereo-recorder.  What I don’t need now is an interruption.

Then it happens. It always does. I felt his presence before I saw him. A little old bloke taking his ancient West Highland Terrier out for a walk. “What you doing, son?”  My stock thought, “Baking a cake, what does it looks like?” or “What’s it to you?” per usual, I think but I don’t say. I like polite mode. I can’t help what I think, but I can help what I say, so I say, “I’m capturing to sound of the waves.” He says, “Don’t be daft, you can’t ‘capture’ sound.” I say, “OK then, I’m recording them – does that help?  He says, “What you want to do that for?” I say, “I’m going to manipulate the sounds for some sound art.” He says, “You can’t make art out of sound.” I say, “I can.” He walks off mumbling, “Whatever next.” I stay where I am mumbling, “B******s”.

Anyway, a 2-minute number called Punchdrunk, the last track from my ‘Rainbows End’ album.  I deliberately composed this one to give the words a soft setting even though I was trying to make a point. I hope it works for you.

PUNCHDRUNK

Wings without feathers

Feet without shoes

Hearts without heartstrings

That’s why I’m singing the Blues

 

You’re out of love

Not here to judge

Big mouths and morons

Control

 

This punch-drunk planet

Keeps on spinning

You ain’t seen nothing yet

Just wait till this war begins

 

You’re out of love

Not here to judge

Big mouths and morons

Control

 

Punch for the sake of a brawl

Send shockwaves into our homes

You ain’t seen nothing yet

Take out some kingdoms when you’re bored

 

Wings without feathers

Feet without shoes

Hearts without heartstrings

That’s why I sing the blues

As a thank you to the gulls who stayed away yesterday, a number from Eels (Mark Everett) called ‘Birds’. He and I, like most people like birds. It’s a great song, great lyricist;

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A BALD HEAD & AN iPHONE DEAD

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(a pic I once took with my now dead iPhone)

Until I dropped it and watched it die, I never realized that my iPhone was my external brain drive. It stored all the things my brain never got to handle or know about.  I tried to resuscitate it. No luck. Dead iPhone.

Then the strangest thing. Obviously, I had to get a new one. It was early morning when I left for the phone shop in town. The pain was it was so cold outside, the temperature +2, costing in the wind chill factor -4.  So, I got dressed for the occasion, Arsenal beanie, hoodie hood up style. Everyone I passed on the way down town was wrapped up as warm they could, except for a middle-aged, bit overweight bloke with a 100% totally bald head walking ahead of me. The cold didn’t seem to bother him. He had a t-shirt on. Jesus, just a t-shirt – well trousers as well obviously. Anyhow, we get to the High Street, him still ahead of me. When he gets there, he goes into the barbers. As I passed the barbers the bloke was sat in the chair ready for the haircut to start, and the barber stood behind him holding a pair of scissors in his hand looking bewildered. What was that all about? Surreal.

Anyway, I don’t think this one has had an airing recently. It’s the title track from my ‘Dream Rescuer’ album. First the lyrics, then below the music.

DREAM RESCUER

You rescued dreams

And nightmare schemes

Spinning around inside your head

You kept them in your diary

A book you said you 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

 

I am a great fan of the creative perfectionist Lana Del Ray. I think her work, musically, lyrically and visibly is amazing. I got sent this link of Lana and Adam Cohen (son of Leonard) the pair of them covering a Leonard number, ‘Chelsea Hotel’. It’s better than good;

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