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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JUMP THE QUEUE

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‘Waiting, watching’


For my ambient, dark piece, ‘The Forgotten Daughter of Zeus’ as of now read, ‘The Forgotten Cheated Souls’. The more I hear about the greedy idiots who are stockpiling food while, for example, NHS staff don’t get a look in when it comes to visiting a supermarket after a long shift is over the more I angry I get. My music and words below.


Where have all the humans gone
Now the empty shelves, they have no worth?
Are they hiding in the shadows
Or still suffocating mother earth?


They’ll pay the price for selfishness
It’ll cost more than they think
Storing, hoarding, stockpiling
While the hungry poor die in a blink


Sharing nothing, taking everything
They get fat while others starve
No chance of them handing back
The last pig on earth they’ll cook and carve


It’s said time and tide waits for no one
I don’t believe those words are true
Time and tide always form a straight line
While uncharitable humans jump the queue


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8TH MAY 1945

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‘CLEVER ARTWORK FROM HUFF POST UK’


This year represents 75 years since WW2 in Europe ended, freedom was restored, fascism was defeated and both my now dead granddads got to get back home to the land they’d left behind. Without those two men I wouldn’t exist.


LET THEIR NAMES BE SHOUTED OUT


Let the ghosts of soldiers travel light
Through the gravestones and the moonless night
Till they make it back to the home they left behind


Let their memory persist
And never be dismissed
The price of freedom never undermined


Let their names be shouted out
From here, there and all throughout
The liberated lands of human kind


Forget them and their history
Then there was no glorious victory
Just wasted tombstones standing in a line


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I think I’ll adapt this one into a song. Right now my song ‘All Winter Long’ is the closest to capturing the emotions of dark days left behind. I hope you enjoy;


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A CAT IN SYRIA

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9am – Saturday’s early morning clouds dish out a warning that a better than average, but not all that when it comes to serious storms, Storm Jorge is on his way (you can just see the coast of France on the horizon – in sunshine! – if you look hard enough)


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10am – Yesterdays death wish puddle gets revived courtesy of a bored dark cloud with nothing better to do than rain some more in the company of his new best friend, ‘a useful blocked drain.’


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Midday – Teeming rain gets me and my carton of porridge oats plus a pain de raison – I was particularly looking forward to – totally soaked and inedible. Maybe I should have bought something in a tin.


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2pm – The sun says a quick ‘hello’, checks for rainbows that aren’t there, before giving up on Earth as a lost cause. He heads off to The Dark Side of The Moon as she never calls him a total waste of ‘Space’.


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6pm – An empty underpass where the old bloke who owns a harmonica but can’t get any sort of tune out of it usually hangs out. No one’s seen him for awhile. I heard that the cash rich tourists coming off the cruise liners in the harbour didn’t like walking past him as they made their way into town.


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7pm – A great night for freezing to death, crossing roads and unwittingly posing for a pointless random photo I was taking.


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8pm – Time to traumatize the pigeons, gulls, cats and dogs with the pointless sounds of exploding fireworks the cruise liners think are OK. That got me thinking I wouldn’t like to be ‘A Cat in Syria’ right now. I might use that as a title for an appropriate new classical piece one day.


Here’s an experimental piece of sound art I wrote a while back. It’s called ‘World of Shadows’, although if I was giving it its title today I think I’d have called it, ‘Land of Shadows’. I hope you enjoy;


As ever, 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 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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