DEVIL ON THE RUN

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‘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


Shit happens, we all know that
Shit happens every day
Let each day count for nothing
And remember not to pray


Pointless wishes, they’re a poor excuse
When the fragile have been led astray
Point the sufferers toward a better place
Let tomorrow best yesterday


Selfishness, the great divide
Now that’s kingdom’s come
Lie still, alone, in an open coffin
Laugh your head off – get the devil on the run


From my backing tracks on YouTube, a Bullish Grove for a bullish mood. An instrumental that also works as background music. 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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OBSERVATIONS

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‘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 and nick burgers from.


I had a dream my door was open
Outside, sparrows singing, humans dead
Then a nightmare full of blue skies
Nothing dark inside my head


Guitar and me and melody
Inside my safe house prison cell
Through the window, two cats, a starling
Then bees and trees and empty hell


When this thing is over
And I’m walking out that door
I’m wondering if the new world
Will be better than before


What about some music? Here’s something dark and experimental of mine from ages ago. It’s called ‘Erasing the 38th’. It got curated but has yet to appear on an album. Maybe it never will now. I hope you like it. If it helps, here’s the the first couple of verses, the music follows.

Stars instead of streetlights
Two moons instead of one
Touch the edge of heaven
Give breath to a dying Sun


After the blaze of glory
Comes the flickering light
What’s left has no shadow
No vultures in flight…



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


If you’re thinking about new t-shirts and similar for the summer, you might be interested in ZOOLON’S MERCHANDISE


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CORONAVIRUS CUP – ITALY 1O v ENGLAND NIL

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Pic via Informassive


‘If music be the food of love, play on’ ~ William Shakespeare


Different nations react differently in the face of the global virus crisis. The Italians have their love of opera to keep them amused, us English our love of toilet rolls. Below, two short vids, and two entirely different reactions to instantaneous music . In Italy, neighbours are all drawn to sing together. In the county of Devon, England where I grew up, one bloke sings – not that well admittedly – while a passer by (no doubt carrying some panic-bought 200+ toilet rolls on his back) has strong words to say. As my title for this blog implied, Italy won the ‘cup’ – a fare result? I think so.


The Italian team


The English ‘team’


How do I pick some music at a time like this? How about a Gloomy Groove backing track? Why not. 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


If you’re thinking about new t-shirts and similar for the summer, you might be interested in ZOOLON’S MERCHANDISE


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THE MUSICIAN’S CURSE

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‘Following on from the graffiti blog post of last week here’s another similar – except  it’s artistically rubbish – pic. This one got a few laughs doing the family and friends rounds a while back. If you check out the ‘Cyclists Dismount’ sign you’ll see why. It doesn’t say a lot for Kyran’s mum, whoever she might be.’


Going through my unused skeleton lyrics from 2012 that I’d discovered on yet another long forgotten external hard drive I found this one. Did I really write that? Guess I must have. Talk about teenage angst!


My past is in my pocket
My future in my hands?
I’ve thrown away the worry beads
The old dreams and other plans


Lost myself to the bogeyman
Visiting tomorrow’s new dark place
Couldn’t find the exit door
Got lost without a trace


Save your pointless prayers for others
Don’t waste your time on me
I’ve got no need for divine words
Besides, blind faith’s a mystery
A mystery to me


They say there’s beauty in my mind’s eye
No one ever gets to see
Since moving on means turning back
Since the sound of music set me free


Time for music. First, my number ‘Sunlight & The Dust’ for no other reason than it jumped the thousand streams hurdle on ReverbNation last week. Apparently that’s rare’ish on that platform. It’s a shame I haven’t got the same stat on SPOTIFY – then again I only joined them recently;


Lastly, a guitar jam backing track – Punk Pop Groove – that works as something to listen and maybe write to. 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 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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THE WORLD ENDED AT MIDNIGHT

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The ceiling of my favourite Turkish restaurant


Twice a week I go down to the café for a free breakfast, usually the eggs Benedict with mushrooms on the side that I’m addicted to, and as ever the old fool – I’ll not name – gives out his working man’s academic view of the world. Like how some politicians seem to be promoting racism and ignoring climate change – stuff like that. I’ve always got stuck on his theory that without the evolution of human consciousness nothing has ever existed. If nothing else, that idea has prompted these words.


The world ended at midnight
No one noticed at all
The lights weren’t on anyway
No one saw the sky fall


The Earth slipped off its axis
The moon took a holiday
The air we breathed turned to poison
We all died anyway


Consciousness has vanished
As was, as is, as now
No one to go to war with
No sacred holy cow


Right now there is no history
A closed door without lock or key
Without a past and present
There is no destiny


A void is not a nothing
The void is there all right
It’s just the sun gave up the ghost
There is neither day nor night


If it can’t be measured
Time does not exist
If souls can’t reach out to each other
Souls cannot persist


Music time. A ‘Dirty Rock Groove’ from Volume One of my backing tracks album. As I’ve mentioned before, it’s not just music for songwriters to play around with. These types of tracks make for just listening as well. 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 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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LETTER IN A BOTTLE

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‘Claudette Colbert still from Cecil B. DeMille’s ‘Cleopatra’ movie 85 years ago’


He was thinking to himself that he’d never written a letter. A proper letter, using a pen and paper. A letter he would write, sign and post. He decided he’d have a go although the absence of pre-emptive text was worrying him. His spelling wasn’t that great. After more thought he came up with the idea of writing a love letter. The only problem being that he didn’t know who to write to as he didn’t know anyone.  Because of that he went for a random ‘too whom it may concern’ type of letter.


After going down to the shops to get hold of a pen (he didn’t own a pen) and paper (the only paper he had at home was toilet paper) he wrote his love letter. The letter didn’t say much. Just his address and a couple of lines that read, “Dear Whoever You Are, I’m looking for a soul mate to love. If you’re interested please get in touch, Yours Sincerely, Джордж” – his dad was Russian.


The only problem was that he had a letterbox phobia so instead of posting the letter in the post-box up the road he went down the seafront. It was handy he lived by the sea. He took with him the letter, an empty bottle and a cork. He was pleased to have thought of this idea because had he posted the letter in an envelope it didn’t have a forwarding address written on it anyway. Making sure the tide was on the way out he put the letter in the bottle then stuffed the cork in, then chucked the bottle in the sea.


Cleopatra also lived by the sea. She was out walking her leopard along the shoreline when she spotted the letter in a bottle. The cork was stuck in the bottle. She tried to pull it out with her teeth. She failed, so she smashed it on the rocks, careful to pick up the pieces. Джордж’s letter made Cleo smile. She decided to reply. The stamps cost her a small fortune as she lived in Egypt and he lived England.


When Джордж received Cleo’s letter he was over the moon. He took a ship all the way to Egypt and met up with her at her grand palace. Джордж was most impressed. That night they had a meal together at a McDonald in Alexandria. They got on well and planned to meet up again the next day, even though Джордж was allergic to big cats. After Джордж had given Cleo a polite kiss and said, ‘Goodnight Cleopatra’ he went back to his hotel and wrote her this song.


Here’s Cleo’s song. I hope you enjoy;


The instrumental album this number is on is available to download via the link below;


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‘NO-BELL PRIZE’ FOR DOOR KNOCKERS

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‘No-Bell Prize Winner 2014’
Artist Unknown


A confession. This is true. When I was a kid about 5 or 6 years old I remember my parents talking about the Nobel Prize. At the time I didn’t really take in what they were talking about. To me it sounded like it was a prize awarded to people who had an extra special type of door knocker instead of a door bell (as in ‘No-Bell’ Prize – although to me it should always have been called the ‘Door Knocker’ Prize). For the next few years I checked out door knockers in order to see if there were any candidates for the award where we lived. I lived in hope my parents might just buy a door knocker like no other. Of course, it never happened. What a waste of my time. Sure, I felt a bit stupid when years later I found out that Nobel Prizes are selected across 6 categories, Literature, Economy, Physiology or Medicine, Physics, Chemistry and Peace. No door knockers at all.


This story came back to haunt me this summer in France. A mate of mine was telling everyone that his sister was about to marry this professor bloke. Apparently he’s a great bloke and my mate added, “Man, has he got one big brain.” That had me thinking so I asked if the professor had a really big head to cope with his great big brain. I was being serious. I genuinely thought the professor would be a sniper’s dream. That’s when everyone fell about laughing. They had to explain to me why they were laughing. A sad moment.


Anyhow, I’ve always been a bit like on the logical front hence when I was 16 I wrote one of my first ever ‘proper’ songs. A song about myself. It’s never been anything more than just a demo recording, yet just for the fun of it here it is. First the lyrics, then below the song itself. It’s called ‘Ants in Awkward Places’. I hope you enjoy


ANTS IN AWKWARD PLACES

I’m blind to all that’s going on around me
Blind to all the secrets others share
Blind to all the politics of people
To me most things get lost into thin air


I got a monkey on my back
I got a monster under my bed
I got ants in awkward places
I got confusion in my head


So how come I get this strangest feeling
Every time the end game closes in
If I deliver up my deepest feelings
You’d see my heart is only made of tin


There’s more to life than endless celebration
More to life than gambling and champagne
More to life than the rituals of living
More to life than this most curious game


I got a monkey on my back
I got a monster under my bed
I got ants in awkward places
I got confusion in my head 


I got a monkey on my back
I got a monster under my bed
I got ants in awkward places
I got confusion in my head



All my songs are available as albums and/or single tracks via the below;


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COUNT TO THREE

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‘Calorific Tardis’


BAD ADVICE
‘to be adapted into a lyric’


You’ve got the motor; you’ve got the SatNav and a tank full
But you’re still stuck on the inside looking out
Blind faith, too blind and blinkered to realize
The kick you get living with all that doubt


There’s a doorway to Hell or is it some kind of heaven
All you’ve got to do is turn the key
Either way it really doesn’t matter
Just close your eyes, take a deep breath and count to three


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‘Destiny’


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‘What Next?’
Note my Arsenal thinking hat


What next? What about a ‘Laid Back Grove in G Minor’?


If you want more music like this check out the album it’s from, namely ‘Volume I Guitar Jam Backing Tracks’ – it works for musicians & regular listeners alike. Below, the album itself. Just £6.50 for 3 hours and 20 tracks.



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DOORWAY TO THE ROOM OF CLOUDS

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‘Doorway to The Room of Clouds’


‘One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
I discovered that my castle stands
Upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand’
Coldplay


I thought I’d try something random again, just writing the first thing/things that came into my head. I’ve not done it for awhile. Here we go – fingers crossed. A letter; 


Dear Marie Antoinette aka Miss Misfit,

I painted a portrait of you. In water colours. I got them for next to nothing in a charity shop. I couldn’t afford canvas and oils. It was rubbish. I can’t paint.

It’s cold and rainy today, just like yesterday. Storms from the North Atlantic. I got soaked chasing the rainbows end. I only chased it for the pot of gold. It wasn’t there.

I never did get a replacement dog. Soon maybe. Maybe not. I wonder what happened to your toy spaniel? I never did catch its name.

Will you remember to remember me? Sometimes? Ever? Never?

I’m making a new song. Just for you. It should be finished come December. A ballad. Not quite a ballad. Acoustic, obviously. Minor chords wouldn’t have it any other way. A festive time present you’re too far away to hear. Sound travels only so far. Then it dies. The song hasn’t got a name yet.

I’ll turn this letter into a neat paper dart. I’ll aim it your way. I’m sick of posting things.

This’ll make you laugh. Some types of parking meters fascinate me. The ones that look as though they have a face with eyes, nose and mouth, but no ears. I’ve photographed some. In France, in summer, I took pics of unusual doors. One of them was a door to nowhere. If you’re looking for a metaphor there isn’t one. Not this time.

It’s a shame you talked about cakes when no one knew what cakes were. You caused a revolution. Impressive.

Best Wishes,

Zoolon aka I Hunt-Alone (mostly)


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‘Doorway to an Apple Tree – just the one’


Here’s another track from the new album. It’s called ‘Laid Back Groove – G Minor’. Even though it’s a backing track aimed mainly at other musicians it – and the rest of the numbers – stands alone and is part of that 3 hour/20 track new album, ‘Guitar Jam, Volume 1 – Zoolon Audio Backing Tracks’. I hope you enjoy;


If you’re interested the new album can be downloaded at BANDCAMP   It costs just £6.50 or currency equivalent wherever you live.


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OVER THE TOP


^My pal Adam celebrating his victory^

I put a pic of me just about to lose a game of pool on the blog a couple of posts back (see below for a repeat performance). What I’d forgotten at the time was that I had with me at the point of my defeat, my Go-Pro. That’s how I got to make the GIF of him celebrating his victory immediately after sinking the black ball. A bit over the top – uncalled for even – I thought. Anyhow, I hope it gets a few laughs!


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