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


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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PICTURES FROM ISOLATION CENTRAL

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‘Things to do when in lockdown’


It’s become a challenge now. I’m 10 days in to my lockdown and so far I’ve not stepped outside the house at all. Not even once. Not even to clean the seagull shit off my car. I’ve seen it from the window. It’s not a denim blue car anymore. I don’t fancy cleaning it just yet.


It’s still vitamin D tab day every day. At least the tabs – unlike the sun  – are ready and waiting for me at breakfast time.


I’ve been wondering what the world record for self-isolation lockdown is? Google doesn’t know. It’ll be sad if I break the record without knowing I’d done it. Nothing comes easy.


So, no outside photos to take. Instead some pictures of pictures hanging on the walls. The same walls that have me in lockdown.


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‘Lockdown boredom’


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‘The lockdown girl from The Pigeons Are Switzerland album cover’


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‘No humans; clean water’


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‘Doesn’t everyone have a pic of their mum?  Maybe, maybe not. I was 10 when this one was taken on the day she and dad finally got married. That was the day my dad – joking I hope – said, “George, at last you are only a bastard in one sense of the word”


To my slow build, semi-surreal, composition, ‘Dead Rain’, today’s music for the blog post.


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


Copyright © 2019 – Zoolon Audio. All rights reserved. Unauthorised copying, reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance and broadcasting prohibited.