Piano – Page 5 – George Blamey-Steeden

BROKEN GLASS

There are no hero’s out tonight, the last one took the late night flight
Above the clouds, under the moon, and down below the next typhoon

Tomorrow’s not another day, tomorrow I start again – OK?
I dreamed of some place far away, where time stands still and echoes betray

What’s not made of hate is beautiful, what’s made of love is often cruel
I don’t need this hassle anymore, locked in behind an unlocked door

In the shadows of last year’s sad song, I wondered where it all went wrong
It’s easy when with words unsaid, on broken glass, barefoot I tread

A good time for a song. It’s called ‘Shadow On The Wall’ from my Devil’s Kiss album. I hope you enjoy;

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As ever, if any poets out there are interested in having their poems turned into songs then click here to check it out: POETRY TO SONG

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A CONCRETE FOREST ACROSS AN OCEAN

‘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’

‘The Long Way Home’

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

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As ever, if any poets out there are interested in having their poems turned into songs then click here to check it out: POETRY TO SONG

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I’LL SETTLE FOR ADIEU

‘Un jour, je reviendrai’

Living proof a lyricist can get away with murder. Here’s some new words I’ve been playing around with.

Give me an illusion, a multi-coloured fusion
Give me back that sense of deja vu
Give me toast and honey, car keys and loads of money
And a guarantee that when I find you there’s no queue

I don’t need suntan lotion when I’m drowning in an ocean
And you’re dancing on the shoreline, what a view
I’ll take you to Morocco, we’ll dine on coke and taco
If you change your mind will Santiago do?

Although it might sound crazy, the truth is I get lazy
But if I can write you a brand new song I might pull through
If I can’t then I will borrow, an epitaph from tomorrow
And hope you never say au revoir ‘cause I’ll settle for adieu

Keeping up the French theme, a short piece that sounds more French on every replay. I must have been missing the place when I composed this one. 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

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THE SAD SONG SET YOU FREE

‘The Whole of The Moon’

Two pieces of music today. First my instrumental piece, ‘Summer Died on a Saturday’, then, after the words, a song called ‘Red Planet’. Both numbers were on my mind when writing these words. In-between each verse a few garden pics.

Places I’ve been yet never seen
And castles in the air
The shadows I knew are now but few
The landscape cold and bare

Summer died on a Saturday
Autumn died at birth
Spring fell in love with Winter
Grey clouds a poor disguise for Mother Earth

The last I heard of you, you left for Mars
It’s closer to The Sun
Closer to the source of life
The place where it all begun

I hope the Red Planet takes good care of you
I hope you might remember me
My guitar, my piano
And the night the sad song set you free

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

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DO YOU SEE

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.

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

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THE SEAGULL & THE CROUTONS

I’m an idiot for not taking a video of the gull. I’ll tell you why.

For the first day in ages it had stopped raining and was just warm enough for me to have my breakfast outside a café – Eggs Benedict for what it’s worth. Halfway through eating I spotted this gull stood at the door of an estate agent next to the café. At first I thought he (maybe a she, but being a little arrogant I’m thinking a he) was clocking himself in the reflection of the window. However he wasn’t judging his good looks as moments later he was trying to open the door with his beak. When that failed he started to tap at the door – beak taps, that is – trying to get a reaction. Eventually a lady opened the door and gave him a good couple of handfuls of croutons she’d made especially for him.

Apparently the gull visits every single morning at 9.30AM – on the dot – for breakfast and the only reason he had to hang around was that the lady who had fried up the croutons for him had to let them cool down before serving them up. Once he’d scoffed the lot he flew off to wherever gulls go when their not eating or shitting on my car.

While I don’t agree humans should be feeding gulls who really ought to be out at sea fishing for themselves I couldn’t help thinking the interaction between bird and human was OK this time. It’s all about the relationship between a decent human and wildlife to me.

The oddest thing was that when eating the croutons this gull didn’t scream out boasting to all his gull mates that he’d had a result at the estate agents. That’s what usually happens with gulls just before a massive bundle kicks off as they fight to steal each other’s food.

I like seagulls. They’ve got attitude. The rappers of the bird world.

Once, a couple of years ago I was leaving a car park when some heartless moron deliberately drove over a young gull. He flattened the gull then drove off – at speed after spotting me in kill mode. The juvenile gull took a minute or two to die. Sadly I wasn’t brave enough to put it out of its misery. I still feel guilty about that.

I got the reg number of his car, rushed over to the police station but they weren’t bothered. “It’s one for the RSPCA, son,” was all they said. I often think about this. I often think the same thing should happen to that driver. A steam-roller would do nicely.

Here’s ‘Time Out’ my song for the gulls alive and dead from my Dream Rescuer album. I hope you enjoy;

Here’s my album ‘Rainbows End’ on Spotify. You can stream all my music there or free. Alternatively, for downloads of my work go to BANDCAMP Here’s the link SPOTIFY

CASTAWAY

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(a photo of a sequined cushion taken with a microscope attachment for a mobile phone – my excuse is that I was bored senseless at the time I took this)

Over what was a good Christmas – even though it mainly comprised of putting the spreadsheet of all spreadsheets in the history of spreadsheets together – my mind did one of its random things and I found myself thinking about some old words I wrote three years ago. They were the words that eventually got changed a bit, jumbled around and became the lyric for the title track of an album entitled ‘Liquid Truth’ I made in the days before Zoolon. They read like this;

All my bridges burnt

No sparkle in the stars

No redness in the sunset

Just the sad song of guitars

You have a version of truth I can’t believe

You’re all wrapped up in lies I’ve got to leave

You tell liquid truth from behind those eyes

But you hide it well behind indifferent sighs

How soon ‘not now’ just becomes ‘never’

And never nearly always means forever

Don’t expect to be loved when you hate yourself

You will find that’s not so good for your health

All I seek is to live by the truth

If I don’t leave right now I’ll surely lose

When will all the pieces come together?

And if I don’t like the picture am I stuck with it forever

My composition, ‘Castaway’ as in the video below, is one of only two instrumental tracks on my ‘Rainbows End’ album. Both the instrumentals are piano pieces. Maybe the music fits the mood of the words from before? I hope you enjoy.

‘Rainbows End’, the album is available to buy and download at Bandcamp. It’s not expensive and has had its first great review. Below takes you to Bandcamp;