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;


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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FRIDAY 13TH – ‘ON THE EDGE’

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‘Empty Days’


Friday 13th was never going to be a good day. I guess that’s life.


Dark days ahead
Now we’re being led
By the fat cat living dead
So we live in fear instead
For the future just read dread
It’s messed up inside my head
How easy they misled
The gullible overfed
With all the lies they spread
When out to erase all shades of red


Here’s one from my ‘Forgotten Daughter of Zeus’ album. It’s called ‘On The Edge’. I hope you enjoy;


On a happier note it’s always good when one artists credits another for helping out on a new song. That’s what Fifi Rong did for her new number ‘Love is a Lonely Thing – Part 2’. I meant to put this tweet on the blog a few weeks back but stupidly forgot.

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Here’s the song itself;


Next is Fifi’s other new song sung in Chinese and called- 出路 (Way Out). A true classic;

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PEOPLE

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‘It Wasn’t Me’ 


Politicians get on my nerves. Their promises rain down like confetti at a wedding but mostly never happen. Some are great liars, others just feed on the lies.


PEOPLE


Harry lives in a cardboard box behind the Eiffel Tower
Alice sits in doorways hoping for hard currency in exchange for a wilting flower
Today she’ll sleep under the Bridge of Sighs in a gondola she nicked last night
While Jane tries to flog ‘The Big Issue’ mag in some dark place out of sight


All and any of the usual crowd were invited to the fat man’s ball
Except for Harry, Jane and Alice who never got the call


I guess we’re all just people
Some are rich and some are poor
It’s just that the rich buy all the miracles
And the poor have no saviour


Politicians smile and go shaking hands, their disciples at their side
They promise to make the poor less poor, they promised but they lied


They promise almost anything that helps them get ahead
Yet in reality don’t give a damn that Alice don’t have a bed


New topic. Putting my two backing track albums together there’s 40 pieces of music that run nearly 8 hours. Each track reveals a new mood from which you can lie back and think of creativity or build a song around them. Here’s an Emotional Grove as an example. I hope you enjoy;


As well as being out there on SPOTIFY for quality streaming, below is Bandcamp where these numbers can be downloaded;


Also, for any poets out there wanting to turn a poem into a top quality song for an affordable price – a low price (just £100 for an acoustic song) only available because I undertake the whole project from start to finish, hence no third party composers, musicians, recording engineers, studio fees etc., whose charges that can run into the thousands – I’m your man. There’s a link on the top bar of this blog reading ‘Your Poetry to Song’ if you should want to get in touch.


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NEVER FORGOTTEN

spitfire‘Never Forgotten’

Mucking around with semi-protest song words on the guitar I suddenly realized I was playing to my ‘Rainbows End’ melody. Basically, I’d plagiarized myself. I’ve never done that before. Back to the drawing board.

ENGLAND, OH ENGLAND

At my door they try selling me their religion

Online they want my money to sell me fame

On the street, the Far Right are dishing out their flyers

I just smile; tell them I don’t play their racist game

 

England, oh England take a good look in the mirror

You’ll see you’re not a thieving Empire anymore

England, oh England you can’t turn the clock back

And rescue the glory of what never was before

 

Black or white we’re all of just the one race

Give us all an honest chance and lend a hand

Better that than bigotry and discrimination

You’ve lost the plot forever, my England

 

Here’s the YouTube version – all the songs – off the new album, ‘Devil’s Kiss’. Hope you enjoy;

If you’re interested in buying any or even the whole discography of my work (at a 50% discount) the links are below;

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SOME PLACE EAST OF DOVER

neat feet‘Neat Feet’ by Zoolon

100% true. That daft mate of mine I’ve been writing about lately has surpassed himself yet again. He was looking a bit down so I say, “What’s up?” He says, “It’s my star sign.” I say, “What about it?” He says, “It’s total rubbish.” I say, “What sign of the Zodiac are you then?” He says, “Aquarius.” I say, “What’s wrong with that?” He says, “Other people get to be a bull, a ram, a scorpion, a lion, proper stuff like that. I’ve just found out my sign is just some random bloke carrying a bucket of water and spilling most of it. It’s so not fair.”

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Anyway, I haven’t been able to play guitar much for the last few days since I did my right shoulder in lifting weights. Luckily, I’m left-handed so I’ve spent a bit of time writing words for lyrics that might end up as songs sometime. Here’s one of them. A protest song, prompted by the UN report re Myanmar and the displacements, rape and genocide that took place there. It’s in verse form for now;

THE VULTURE & JACKDAW

Safe passage across the borderline

Refused by racist guardians of hate

The starving left to starve in no-man’s-land

The TV newsreader puts it down to bad luck’s fate

 

Someplace east of Dover

Unforgettable, the tears

The living count the corpses

Their numbers fall on apathetic, stone cold deaf ears

 

Is there any point in me singing out

About all the sufferings there and here?

I guess nothing matters that much

Last week’s dead bodies soon will fade away; disappear

 

The fat cat moguls feed off everything

Sicko politicians never play by compassion’s rules

Whatever code, creed or colour you are

If you’re not one of them then you’re all unwelcome fools

 

‘Stand up for victims of oppression’

So goes my comrade’s song

In the hope that if we all heed those words

Peoples of this world might just get along

 

This artist, lost inside a darkness

Imagines just what nightmare terrors the victims saw

Those victims left to rot in open graves

Now carrion for the vulture and jackdaw

Time for some music. A short electronic piece called ‘Time Out’  – it’s dark mood fits this broken planet we live on somehow?

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THE WEIRDLY DIVINE KATE

deal master‘Don’t Shoot’ by Zoolon

As per usual I wanted to open up this post with something arguably funny. A story of real life type funny. It’s just that, for me, funny has to be put on the back-burner in these days of depressive politics and cruelty home and away. The crumbling state of humans/humanity has done my head in. At least I got to walk a neighbour’s new puppy. She’s a cute little thing by the name of Narla, without a care in the world. I was jealous. She does jump up a bit, as my current high-pitched voice and abnormal limp can verify.

THE OVERLOOKED

No words of torture

When you’re frozen out

Blank faced assassins

Leave no doubt

 

A leper’s bell

You choose not to hear

Too busy practising

Your perfect sneer

 

I’m kicking on stones

Pavement side

Conflict and apathy

Coincide

 

So many games

Just one sport

Steal my thunder

Cut me short

 

Do I care?

‘Course I do

Starve the busker

Enjoy the view

 

Ignored epics

Locked tight doors

So still the silence

No applause

 

You want a refund

I hear you say

I don’t carry cash

How can I pay?

 

I’ll tell you what

You ‘big mouths’ can do

Let false hopes lies

Be the death of you

 

Staying with this theme an old song of mine, ‘The Outbound Road from Hell’. Hope you enjoy;

Finally, something really special – subjective I know, but it works for me. I’d not heard of Kate until I nicked/borrowed her album from under my old man’s nose. It’s from Kate Tempest’s ‘Let Them Eat Chaos’, a song called ‘Europe Is Lost’. This is the Official Video for the song. What I also like about it is that it’s a fan made video. Hang in there and marvel.

My Dream Rescuer & Rainbows End albums are for sale at Bandcamp;

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ZOOLON & THE BLUES

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(one I took of the ferry from France just outside the harbour on an eerie Sunday morning)

What’s the worst thing that can happen when you’ve got a sore throat (apart from being bitten by a venomous snake or being killed in a tragic accident)? Answer? Choking on seaweed. I bet that in the whole history of all humanity, not many people get to do that. I did. Chinese Crispy Seaweed was the culprit, coupled with me being starving hungry having forgotten to eat all day and then eating too quick was the cause.  At least I lived to tell the tale. Maybe worse things are on the horizon – a song yet to be born;

Wings without feathers

Feet without shoes

Hearts without heartstrings

That’s why I’m singing The Blues

 

This punch-drunk planet keeps on spinning

It’s so way out of touch

For in its West and its East lands

Leaders speak in double-Dutch

 

The rhetoric of morons

Big mouths mouthing off

Spitting hellfire and fury

In a ‘mine’s bigger than yours’ standing off

 

‘My bomb knows where you live mate’

‘I’ll blow you to Kingdom come’

‘You ain’t seen nothing yet’

‘Just wait till this war has begun’

 

‘We’ll trade tarmac for giant craters’

‘In a shock-wave fireball’

‘Wiping out innocent billions’

Just for the sake of the brawl

 

They’ll get away with mass murder

When there’s no judges left to judge

Reprising the Cain v Abel title fight

Just for the sake of their ego grudge

 

Wings without feathers

Feet without shoes

Hearts without heartstrings

That’s why I’m singing The Blues

Here’s one of my older pieces of music. An experimental one, entitled ‘Decider’. Topical?

Here’s link to ‘DREAM RESCUER’. It costs not much, and is available worldwide.  If you fancy buying it and feel able to post a review on Bandcamp, I’d appreciate it.

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LOST HOPES & DREAMS

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This photo I took the other day, leaves little doubt as to what ‘Kyran’s mum’ – whoever she is – does in her spare time.

Changing the subject, I’ve always thought that you know you’re in trouble when you can’t bend your knees. I was wrong.

On Saturday, I was wearing headphones playing a guitar when the postman called with a parcel. I didn’t hear him ring the doorbell. He left a card saying I could pick up the parcel on Monday from the sorting office.

So, come Monday I’m on my way to the sorting office when in front of me there was a large, short bloke who was walking at a snail’s pace. It was clear to me that he couldn’t bend his knees. In fairness, he must have weighed in at about 30 stone (190 kilogram). There were loads of cars parked kerbside and he was blocking the pavement meaning I couldn’t get by, what with him being so large. Eventually there was a gap wide enough for me to pass.

Next, and by then well ahead of him, I took a shortcut to the High Street, via an alleyway. The thing was, that when I came out the other end, the large bloke was now in front of me. Surreal, impossible even. It’s been nagging at me ever since. He either had a doppelganger (even down to wearing the same clothes) or he was the Usain Bolt of very large, short people who can’t bend their knees. Odd.

Anyway, I’ve been writing a lot of new lyrics and melodies recently. Most are still WIP. As ever with lyrics, most sing better than they read. Here’s one of those.

DEAF EARS

Was it the Season? Was it the Age?

Was it the Master? Was it the Slave?

Who pulled the trigger? Who lit the match?

Who threw the lifeline? What was the catch?

 

So, the magic of a future, fades away and disappears,

Where there once was laughter, now all that’s left are tears,

And where there once were hopes and dreams, all there is are fears,

Where there once were listeners, words now fall upon deaf ears.

Here’s link to my new album. It costs not much, and is available worldwide.  If you fancy buying it and feel able to post a review on Bandcamp, I’d appreciate it. Also, I’d would like to say a big, big thank you to those who have already purchased a download, or taken time out to listen. It is truly appreciated.

https://zoolon.bandcamp.com/album/dream-rescuer

Also, the Zoolon Audio website it is at www.zoolonaudio.com

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