ROSIE
I think the whole family have a new best friend called Rosie.
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SLOWLY PIECING TOGETHER
Hi everyone, just letting you know I donât have a usual WordPress blog post schedule at the moment. Iâm currently in the middle of producing a brand new album which is slowly but surely piecing together.
A screenshot of one of the tracks Iâve been working on.
The most important thing that has been put into place lately is that all my music is now streaming on Spotify, Apple Music and AmazonâŚ
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SHINING BEACON OF POSITIVITY
SHINING BEACON OFÂ POSITIVITY
Continuing from last weeks post, Iâm going to showcase another one of my initial tracks I wrote in my early days, the song âDelusional Trollâ. I donât usually like to reveal the true meaning of my lyrics as I prefer the listener to decide their own interpretation but Iâm going to make an exception this time.
When I finished my GCSE exams in the town I grew up in most of my closest friendsâŚ
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SHINING BEACON OF POSITIVITY
SHINING BEACON OFÂ POSITIVITY
Continuing from last weeks post, Iâm going to showcase another one of my initial tracks I wrote in my early days, the song âDelusional Trollâ. I donât usually like to reveal the true meaning of my lyrics as I prefer the listener to decide their own interpretation but Iâm going to make an exception this time.
When I finished my GCSE exams in the town I grew up in most of my closest friendsâŚ
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NEWFOUND HEROES
Around the age of twelve my Dad used to take me to the seaside town of Torquay every Saturday to go shopping. It was one of those weekends when I came across two very special music related DVDâs at the now deceased Virgin Megastore that changed my life forever:
âA Film About Jimi Hendrixâ documentary and âMetallica: Cunning Stuntsâ concert film.
To this day I couldnât tell you what made meâŚ
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LIQUID TRUTH
âPieces of Lifeâ by TheodorWorker
âLiquid Truthâ
All my bridges burntNo sparkle in the starsNo redness in the sunsetJust the sad song of guitars
You have a version of the truth I canât believeYouâre all wrapped up in lies, Iâve got to leaveYou tell liquid truth from behind those eyesBut you hide it well behind indifferent sighs
How soon ânot nowâ becomes âneverâ*And never nearly always meansâŚ
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THE CIRCUS IS COMING TO TOWN
THE CIRCUS IS COMING TOÂ TOWN
Artwork âLa Beloteâ by Nini Gollong
You saw the light when you lost your soulBlind to the heavens you were on a rollBut suddenly your world went darkThe only thing left, a question mark
It happened then as it happens nowThe Crescent Moon fights the Holy CowFace to face a death wish farceThe chances of peace on earth are sparse
But Iâve heard the circus is coming to townThe city cries out forâŚ
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AN âONLY CHILDâ & HIS MUMâS AMAZING GERM PHOBIA
AN âONLY CHILDâ & HIS MUMâS AMAZING GERMÂ PHOBIA
This is my Dadâs new book all about his bizarre life. Iâve not read it yet but am told some of the dumb things I did as a kid are in it.
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AFTER THE STORM
Art by Lucid Dream Photography
Iâm carrying the burden of your sanityHoping you wonât take it the wrong wayComing in last is better than firstThey say that every loser has their day
The beast rests deep inside the forestThe darkest places summon up no fearRays of hope they cannot penetrateA canopy of words no one can hear
Dreams can survive upon remnantsOf beauty that exists in your mindâsâŚ
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DOVE OF PEACE
âThe Dove Has Flownâ by Gregory Anthony Stone
I donât want to see the big pictureIâd rather be left aloneIâm not the centre of your universeItâs a pity the dove of peace has flown
Some say there are too many patriotsSome say freedom fighters are too fewSome say that itâs a bad omenTo hail a hero out of some loser we once knew
Go fight the way the rebels fight for freedomStealth by day and atâŚ
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A HANDFUL OF STARS
A HANDFUL OFÂ STARS
âReaching to the Starsâ photo by Ares Nguyen
How can you run before you can walk?How can you speak before you can talk?How can you listen before you can hear?How can you cry without just one tear?
How can you dream before youâre asleep?How can you laugh when you ought to weep?How can you touch before you can feel?How do you know what youâre seeing is real?
How can you hate before you knowâŚ
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HUNTING ALONE
Surreal Art by HolgaJen
HUNTING ALONE
Itâs only the endItâs where you descendWhen you canât be bothered to speakItâs a lazy old streetAnd the people you meetAre either just boring or freak
âWhat made you this way?âThatâs all they can sayBut you donât want to hear anymoreYouâre out on your ownTimed out and aloneAnd youâre eyes; they just stare at the floor
âIâm reaching the endâThatâs theâŚ
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WEARING GOLD LEAF
Artwork by Brad Kunkle
WEARING GOLD LEAF
I played the guitarYou held the gunYou answered the questionsI answered none
Some days you played coolCrowds youâd just hateYou smiled in the mirrorThanking good fortuneâs fate
Counting your blessingsWearing gold leafFrom a roof top terraceYou fired your gun; wounded the chief
Last time I saw youYouâd swapped ammo for goldI still play the guitarYourâŚ
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SHADOWS ON THE SEA
SHADOWS ON THEÂ SEA
In the beginning
Thereâs a village not far from me called Capel-le-Ferne. Its name derives from the phrase âChapel in the Fernsâ. Proud locals often call it âThe Village in the Cloudsâ. The rest of us call it âCapel-Le-Fogâ because itâs high up and every so often you canât see a single thing there when the clouds stop over for awhile to take a rest. I like the village. It has a gentle feel. ItâŚ
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DON'T HATE THE PLAYER, HATE THE GAME
DONâT HATE THE PLAYER, HATE THEÂ GAME
A local cemetery I never knew existed
DONâT HATE THE PLAYER, HATE THE GAME
I liked you so much betterWhen your story was untoldNow you go backward looking forwardBelieving all that glitters is really gold
You keep your demons in a suitcaseAn arrow in your heartYouâre crying out for plan BBut the game has yet to start
Youâre trapped in endless dreamlandI donât understand one half of what youâŚ
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NUMBER 85
Yesterday at the farm down the road I had a chat with Number 85. We got on OK but our conversation was a one-sided affair. Because of that I thought Iâd ask the lamb a few easy questions. It went like this. âWhat would you call a long rigid piece of metal?â The lamb answered, âBar.â Next, âWhat would you call a counter in a pub?â Answer, âBarâ. Then âAnother word for âobstacleâ please?â âBarââŚ
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AN EMPTY HALL
This spoof mag cover from about ten years ago was found in a pile of old stuff. Iâd almost forgotten it, and my long hair and glasses back then when making music was just that â making music.
AN EMPTY HALL
I never saw the crossroads on last yearâs mapShould I take the left turn or the right?Straight ahead all I can see is a never-ending trapAs the sun shuts its eyes and says âgoodnightâ
ThatâsâŚ
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