MUSIC: Recent Episodes
Steven Richardson
A song I wrote for a friend of mine who wants to become a HG3 member of our community due to the khama catchment area being so harmonious it swings like a samba in the musical key of perfect C
A song I wrote about emperors and kings who believe themselves to be the devine demagoguery If a deity did arrive on planet earth these mobsters and megalomaniacs would see them quickly murdered .
The green-eyed monster of sin, that schadenfreude which we keep hidden away so deep within, its usually only seen in children as they exert their will to win ; the lowly leftover instinct of our anthropic ascension. However, this terrible traite can also be witnessed later in our lives when males begin to assert and dominate as the sexual stage arrives and our species needs to procreate .
A song written for a disabled soul who had the Bambi brown eyes of a faulwhere my reflecting soul, must have resembled a Quasimodo piece of coal for whenever I looked at him he screamed a seagull squark and would rear back in fear.
A song about falling into destitution especially soldiers and sailors who you find in the beggars brigade of most British towns. How easy it be to cast contempt , lest we forget our debt.I also had a spell living on the street so when I here others throwing stones I cast them a curse.It's a Witherspoon's Waterloo
A quick song I wrote for lily's 13th birthday .Senorita Liliana, they say you were born in Nirvana with a spirit and karma as cool as the dalai Lama .But I think your soul was made somewhere in Havana ready for dancing away the nights on the copacabana.
A quick song I wrote for lily's 13th birthday .Senorita Liliana, they say you were born in Nirvana with a spirit and karma as cool as the dalai Lama .But I think your soul was made somewhere in Havana ready for dancing away the nights on the copacabana.
A song I wrote about how computer viruses are getting more like human STDs with the massive download of porn and digital dating a shared cyber syphilis may one day be widespread even perhaps jumping across onto us.The Anna kornikova virus went world wide due to so many down loads.
A short song written about the money monsters in the city of London they feed their need and greed down on London's squire mile all the while with a wry smirk and smile hence why this rapacious reptile is called Mr mercantile .
The old post office Harrogate is located about a century behind Greenwich mean time, the pensioners there are disciplinarians by design if you slip out of sync or cross the red line then these old soldiers would quickly bark you back into the line.
If you ever fall under the spell of a Jezabel then you will be lucky if you leave with your life every thing else will be ransacked and broken into pieces by these A morel Doomsday machines who don't even realise what they're doing.
a short song I wrote a couple of days ago whilst on a train back from London for a friend who's on a malteser diet.
A short song I wrote about the monster munch crisps as a love song I did it whilst riding aboard a train the 11.34 from Bicester to London Marylebone station 12.38 recorded in two takes outside McDonald's in double quick time.
A short song about some one who has decided to live on two packets of rolos per day to loose weight.
a song I wrote for a friend of mine who seems obsessed with living on a diet of twiglets to lose weight
A song I wrote about taking your wedding vows which my father did back in 1959 the preacher boomed blood and fire brimstone as if God himself were speaking which sobered him up from his stag night slake .
a short song I wrote and sang whilst on the Birmingham to Bristol train 11.42 to13.14 not a bad effort I sang it in the station car park the builders had stopped for lunch they thought I'd gone mad but two takes and it was done.
A quick song I wrote about Florence nightingale the woman they used to called the Lady with The Lamp or The Angel in White .
short song I wrote for a friend of mine who's been existing on just two packets of rolos per day as an extreme diet we call him the king of Rock and Roll.
A very quick song for Donald about a pigeon he's befriended,he's feeding it custard creams.
At the strangeways hotel they have some strange clientele but ones things for sure the phantom of fear creeps into every single cell. A song I wrote after listening to my step mother talking about visiting a child molester in STRANGEWAYS prison she was a social worker.
A little impromptu ditty about a friend who we use to call Brandy Man a strange manifestation use to happen with dire consciences every time he drank brandy he'd think he was a superman .l throw it together on a train from Harrogate to sandy strange as you sing it into shape softly people think you've gone mad talking to yourself .
After listening to an enquiry about the death of Dr David Kerry in the scandal of the weapons of mass destruction in the Iraq war the prime minister stood rather like Judas when he was asked by a reporter "do you have blood on your hands " Jerusalem and the middle east has been in countless wars destroyed many times and taken over by countless crusaders, The quote after his middle Eastern debacle was that the first casualty of war is always the truth .
a song I wrote whilst watching builders at work they seem to reduce your world to a rubble trouble you go from living in a home to caravan their two day builds turns into a two year course the city and guilds.
They called her La Pucelle The maiden of steel Joan of arc who saved France from the hundred years war with the English but as usual her own French nobels through tricks and treachery sold her back to the English after she'd won back France they charged her with cross dressing and heresy she was burned at the stake three times till her bones turned to dust but her legend never did rust. In 1909 at Notre Dame she was made saint by Pope Pius X and became a patron of freedom, France an feminism.
The blues bar girls where the Amazonian hell raisers we called them the Sisters of Satan, all in black leather they drank from dawn till dusk fuelled on speed an cocaine they'd come in singing and swinging , heaven help the men who fell in love they'd use an abuse ya then leave ya heart bitten raw like a old dogs chew bar.
a short song I wrote and sang this morning , its about being under the total command of a fat controller
The song written for a friend called James who started cross dressing in his late 40s which to some may seem crazy at such a late stage of life but ultimately it was a very brave statement to make and now his soul and sentience seem to found their symbiotic status quo.
Back in the sixties heavy industry was extremely hard work the way the men eased their brutal burden was with non-stop humourous quirk today its seen as a social deride that one must hastily hide .humour has become a malignant tumor cut away by political correctness until its now all but a rumour
A song written about my rolly Polly fat flat mate who lost a massive amount of weight becoming ever so serious and slim , I on the other hand have taken his place becoming fat and happy obviously morphing to the company I've kept .
A song about the macabre story of a grandmother who's ashes were made into a bone china plate by her broken hearted lover the practice of using powdered human bone in pottery still continues to this day with artists such as Crow and Kraft who call it crafting Cremains
The boys in blue they watch over me and you it takes a person strong and true to risk their life in order to protect someone they never knew.
A song for a friend who so so vain but then again Is vanity a sin ? or is it just the selfish substance that we need in order to win .
A short song written for my god daughter lily was just becoming a teen and like myself her parents seemed to be going through a little bit of hell and high water of a midlife crisis it all feels very unnerving.
A song for a love honey we called Ann Summers due to her working there, she asked me for a birthday card poem and caused me a writer's block which when I tried to explain she cursed me a look of pure disdain , so I wrote this along the lines of a frigid flustering fool that she'd doubtless be serving at the Ann summers shop. Katie looks at all men with indifference and always takes fun from them , Bravo darling it's all we deserve.
Blue bloods are quite simply mad !! , they treat normal reality as an inconvenient triviality rules to them don't exist and the rest of mortality are kept around as fluffers for their pansexuality
A short song about the mixing of different bloods in America with the pioneers and the native Indians and what a terrifically strong tribe of people they produced , one Indian chief whose mother was a white pioneer Cynthia Ann Parkers was especially feared as a Comanche chief due to his incredible toughness and savagery which by all accounts came from his mother.
A song about two tramps in cider park harrogate with a little dog she's an up market girl from Harrogate ladies collage who's fallen from grace he's just a Bowery bum the lady and the tramp the reason I mentioned the red rubber stamp is because that's what you're usually given by every government department and then of cause when they find you dead frozen to the ground a THE BIG RED RUBBER STAMP ( DECEASED) I have sympathy for the homeless due to spending time living on the streets in France being moved on or out of towns usually in the middle of the night it's an extremely hard life that drives you to madness hence the dream painting by Edvard Munch many street sleepers have schizophrenia or other mental disorders caused by drink drugs and destitution.
A eulogy Grandfathers they're like old sentinels that stand guard over us in our early infant years , stolid as grandfather clocks their old heavy hearts pendulum the rhythm of life into our new born ears a mortal metronome that keeps a steady beat to the timpani of our tiny pattering feet.
This is about a young county lines guy we call LILY THE KID because he looks so girlish an angelic to be a druggie anyhow he's now disappeared on the run from police and a gang of heavy drug dealers from Bradford who dauntless want their money.
The birds and bees have joined us from the flowers and trees you find them at Macdonald's an champagne bars lapping up our left over cream teas they'll hardly be floaty lite on the breeze after feasting on our fat fantastic sleaze.
A short sog for Todd's forth birthday his name means the fox although the only thing I've seen him foraging for are lollipops from the chocolate box.
Growing up in a witches coven with all of them casting spells over everything and everyone I couldn't understand the horoscope stars then or now , they were always fighting for the Sorceresse's supremacy Mystic Meg was of their best loved astro-donnas.
A song about looking at my Godson watching the Lion king I cast myself back to childhood where I first saw a pathetic lion used as a guard dog in a scrap yard chained toothless clawless and castrated never should these beautiful beast be caged into torment and cruelty for our amusement we should leave them to roam wild and free on their sub-saharan Savannah
The cross and the crescent went to war over seemingly the kingdom of God . The Knights Templar had eight crusades and still to this day George Bush and Tony Blair being the last crusaders who I might add still lost their middle Eastern war with a million innocent souls dead in the process.
A musing about my father's experience aboard a super cruise liner where he and most of the old poeple on board contracted some terrible infection that almost killed them and this was before the Covid Cruise Lines came along , interestingly you can see how you could end up with a Marie Celeste where everybody aboard ends up dead
A song about an artist girlfriend and her crazy cultural crew, their works of art or gestation periods of genius seem to carry similar traits and time scales to those of real pregnancies .
A song I wrote about associating with crazy people you become the company you keep at one stage I was living in a broken down squat with two BBC's a manic depressive and a trisexual dypsomaniac the main thing we all had in common was we were seeing the same shrink , everyone had an acronym such as RAC ,PCP , BFG etc
A musing about our Star Trek scientists who make it sound like our intergalactic fate is just a walk through a subway station into some subatomic particle
William marwood's long drop solution brought about a revolution in the British Empires approach for delivering a more humane method of execution .
Some people seem to have quite an easy time finding their perspective partners whilst others such as myself it's been a perpetual penance ,you have Cinderella's shoe but you can't seem to find a foot to fit it .
A preacher man told me that all of us come prepackaged with the seven shades of sin which are basically our primitive seven instincts of survival the only problem is that putting modern mechanisation into the hands of we the new chimpanzee is that we've managed with our Machiavellian mischief to destroy the garden of Eden that we live in the one thing old preachers seem to have in common like the grim reaper they dress in black like a raven and seem to relish in quoting the end of times .
A song for Lily's eleventh birthday with leather jacket and an attitude to match my own design of cause she's silicone sage and ready to fledge the family fold far too cool for school let TiK ToK ROCK Rule !! .
Sometimes a high functioning alcoholic can hide his addiction for years and years in his workplace he appears very professional in fact he's usually in charge but then even after many decades that old and filthy liquid narcotic will take its toll and eventually he comes for his payment in full and their once fantastic flying machines crash and burn in a spectacular blaze , bit like the Hindenburg disaster they have been sailing on by so majestically high in a clear blue sky then theres helium hiccup when one day they spark up a cigarette after filling up with ethanol and suddenly theres a terrible explode .
Every night I usually say to the woman in my little local shop what has happened in your life today ? she usually replies by saying oh not much then I always say you have my permission to lie but she never does.
God Google a short song I wrote about the neo omnipresent computer algorithm that seems almost all controlling and God like in its invisible presence .
A short song I wrote for my godson Todd after seeing how the human being is producing hybrid animals zebra crossed with rhinoceros I mean have we gone completely mad what's next a cockerel crossed with a kangaroo?.
A ditty I wrote about rescuing a friend in need beware you quickly end up with ten mouths to feed and everything you've worked for you usually concede
A song I wrote for the everso beautiful Lindsay who is leaving after 11 years she brought her LGBT spirit and colour into our drab fifty souls of grey community bombing us daily with vivid wondrous paintings. She takes with her an extraordinary feng-shui, losing her is like the loss of a perpetual summer's day , artists are the community take them away and you kill it's soul you're left with empty plastic people with tarmac tongues and concrete craniums.
A musing about giving your offspring a strong sounding name something that will inspire an aspire them towards fortune and fame .
A song about how after you've been to school and university and earned a degree you become nothing more than a worker Bee moving to the tune of their one two three whilst secretly we all want to break free.
A tune for my godson Todd who's five years old, it was inspired by listening to him talk about his modern dance class which involves quite a lot of acrobatics including parkouring from the kitchen table onto the floor then spinning round on his back hissing loudly like a fried egg or an angry snake.
Prostitution is one of the oldest professions in the world which was here before the four angels of Samuel, it's about time the government had the bravery to take control of this modern day slavery let's face facts the chancellor's been selling narcotics i.e cigarettes an booze for hundreds of years so why allow the criminals any vice take over all their operations and save these poor girls any more torture legalise their profession too .
A little song I wrote on the 10.58 York to London train its about our celestial beauty queen the one we call little Jannine she seems to have a soul like a neutron star it keeps on pulsating energy and a light so bright we are I like dead and dying black dwarfs in the darkness of space keep on burning brightly girl don't stop rocking girl.
A song I wrote about being at sea aboard huge luxury vessels is very glamorous and as a skipper come captain it is so easy to be wined and dined each evening by billionaires with the finest foods and drink the only drawback is that you steadily become an old soak, I worked alongside many captains who became just that, thinking back to a collision at night with JJ the skipper and a refugee boat he had got drunk with a stewardess and gone to bed leaving the vessel on autopilot the similarities to Titanic are on a much smaller scale but just as deadly , doing double dog watch shifts doesn't help instead of 4 hours you do 8 covering for someone or even the milk shift when you start at midnight and finish six hours later dozing asleep is so easy if the auto pilots on many of our crew used to come on the milk shift smelling of booze - sea watches disorientate you I've seen quite a few old sailors having a beer for breakfast as they come off the first watch at 4 am .
A song sang through the perspective of a bad tempered old tree the living monument of mystery Robin Hood's tree is by far the most famous tree in all of ancient history a thousand years of seething silent sophistry .
A preacher man told me that all of us come pre packaged with the seven shades of sin which are basically our primitive seven instincts of survival the only problem is that putting modern mechanisation into the hands of we the new chimpanzee is that we've managed with our Machiavellian mischief to destroy the garden of Eden that we live in. One thing old preachers seem to have in common like the grim reaper they dress in black like a raven and seem to relish in quoting the end of times .
A song I wrote as I was wondering what sort of Frankenstein freaks we would shape-shift to and how we would look if we were to ware our soul's within on the outside of our skin what ghouls and gargoyles we might see hence why I sing that Frankenstein's a friend of mine most men might not be happy with their spiritual spectras .
A song I wrote about hair loss , a man's mane is similar to that of a lion as it recedes they both become timid and tame loosing pride and prowess both these mammals are now out of the game .
A song I wrote about an old friend who has now divorced and gone back onto the Mating sites looking for lust not realising that his old sex pistol has long since turned to rust . Men of curtain age with faint hearts and feeble flesh really they need to be careful whilst looking for a piece of fresh . I told one chum that his site" Bumble" might be better called crumble due to the dusty dispositions of its clients .
A little ditty I wrote for Lily who's eleven we started singing a song for her father who's a sommelier and drinks fine wine all the time and also holds wine tasting with his Classé cru( crew) they all sample some really expensive brut (brew) I've made the wines sound almost female with sexual connotations due to his descriptive duologue on various liquid libations sounding like a women i.e she's teary with long legs and a big nose scent's of tobacco,sounds like an ex girlfriend of mine.
The Westminster war of brexit has spilt a lot of blood onto the backbenchers but who will win the feudal few or the milky middle class crew .
A little song for my God son Todd about a two toed sloth they're always portrayed as the epitome of sinfulness i.e laziness but this little arboreal adaption turns out to be the perfect green dream a hairy little leaf eating machine which has a zero carbon footprint and could save the world all on its own , we would do well to put a little of the sinful slow sloth back in our own fast food life styles in order to try and save our poor planet .
A little ditty for a God-son who wanted to know if he would become a bird if we caught bird flu.
The third slave uprising of Rome was crushed a hundred thousand men lay dead on the battlefield and another six thousand were crucified along the appian way and left to rot as carrion crow fodder a lesson for anyone else minded to rebel against the might of Rome.
A little tune i wrote for James who's very devout in his religion each Sunday we usually have a long discussion with him trying to convert me to his Christianity and me remaining with my humble hallowed humanity both of us respectful of each others theistic thoughts.
A song written for Todd aged 5 and his cat Sean the cat who's got terribly fat due to him being pampered to the point he now thinks he's a human.
Listening to the climate conference's waffling old windbags wheezing on about saving our world as they quaff down expensive wine squandering fifty pounds a glass and then dare to set the price of carbon capture at three pounds a ton , this be the token tariff to save your granddaughter or grandson ?.
A song about an old rag and bone man who started out with just a horse and cart then after a life of skinflinting strife became very rich but even after acquiring great wealth he still retained his beggar man roots and rhetoric.
The Oxfam shop or as we call it "The dead man's drop" is an essential part of our high street culture we all of us at some stage find ourselves sifting through their silt as if stroking and smelling the scents and spirits of our past relatives like some lost and found bric-a-brac burial ground we old elephants come to rummage around amongst the bones and skin of our not so long ago departed kin. Unfortunately all the objects mentioned in this musing is what I have purchased and given away to friends and family as Christmas and birthday presents including many more objects d'arts or as most of my recipient's see them , jumble sale junk.
What was once a stamp for the tramp or cut of a criminal class is now adorning the faces and physique of aristocrat, royalty and supermodel chic .
If ever you should take a drink with a witch make sure you leave the very same night before the break of day or the dawn of light by which time you might just find yourself in a very unfortunate plight of being subjected to her JuJu cat's emasculation bite that leaves you as some sort of strangely sculptured hermaphrodite
Our fixation with fear is definitely here we're living like mendicant monk our decadent cafe latte lifestyles are all defunct , this virus hangs about us like the prophecy of Macbeth a new strain of black death this damnable covid-19 has killed what was once a hedonistic dream . Project fear is all we hear bombarded constantly into our ear, we've become farmed fish the human hen all crushed together into purgatory pen pellet fed by auntie Bettie and uncle Ben .
A little Irish reel written in three four time it's about a person called sanctimonious stan there's one in every bar room they're like a voice of doom, a skull on a stick that belongs in a catacomb.
The green eyed monster of sin that secret schadenfreude which we keep hidden away so deep within usually it's only seen in children as their rival for survival and parental attention the lowly leftover instinct of our anthropic ascension , however this terrible traits can also be witnessed later in our lives when when the male begins to assert it's dominance as the procreation stage arrives .
A song about emperors and kings who believe themselves to be the devine demagoguery If a devine deity did arrive on planet earth these mobsters and megalomaniacs would see them quickly murdered .
A short song I wrote for my god children who love to alternate things to risky rhetoric especially in cartoons and almost all things their word play being a speciality children always push the boundaries of imagination and give chancy candid connotations as if they're the most natural notions of naivety. . , all rights reserved.
A song i wrote for lily's birthday after she'd lost her toy cotton bunny rabbit I made it jump around in thirds to sound similar to a rabbit which I might add was later found in the washing machine .
A song I wrote about living our lives as nocturnal belfry bats fuelled by booze and nose gay narcotics we'd flutter back at dawn after sharing shrink spiel and serotonin Smarties at all the high octane triple (P) , piss powder and pretence parties in Harrogate, is there any wonder that we all became neurotic suffering from nervous breakdowns and depression the Spanish au pairs around at that time always sounded and sang similar to Carmen Miaranda rolling their R's like a pair of castanets . All rights reserved
The booze has dammed the soul of many a Keltic kin once upon a life time ago we were the Gunga Din.
A little song about setting off on a world tour in the late seventies was nothing like it is today there were no mobile phones or multimedia just the odd phone box for calls with your thumb and forefinger for transportation hitchhiking thousands of miles around the globe taking years and years almost a decade to the point where many of us became wonderless with our own wanderlust , but we did become quite skilled in the art of conversation due to spending so much time spieling with strangers , way back when you had the safety of being completely anonymous due to not having any mobiles or media where now the new wage travellers are so guarded due to the sapiens surveillance of God Google and the silicone starzi Siri .
A short piece I wrote using Fourths and fifths to give it a sweet and sour feel , all rights reserved
A little ditty for Unis the Philipino irish girl who worked at the Crown Hotel Harrogate she blew the minds and trousers of all male pensioners in the rotary club .
Greta has an almost impossible sales pitch she's to demand that the incredibly rich dumped that expensive pieces of kitsch , they fly to the cop out climate meetings in their lear jets and show not the slightest hesitation of any regrets, her gargantuan glitch is to try to move these people towards the green dream of a beggars itch, but these dinosaurs who block destiny's drawbridge are mega rich and have no intention of surrendering any of their Kardashian kitsch. To quote Churchill sardonically, , "Never was so much owed by so many to so few".
A song I wrote for my goddaughters birthday it's done through the eyes of a mayfly due to her being born on the 1st of may I was trying to tell her live everyday as if it be her last.
A poem I wrote to commemorate the courage of Christine the first transexual beauty queen who back in 1953 decided bravely to have her gender reassigned to its rightful sexuallity in order that she may be set free from the burden of having to live with her very unwanted masculinity. but it would be a long haul from the first roll of that snowball before the gay community finally made they're stand for equality at the pup we now know as stonewall.
A song about the parable of the prodigal son .The mother sings the verse softly in swing rhythm knowing that her son is bad the father answers in a call and response singing the chorus fast loud and agitated but by the end of the song he also finishes by singing in her harmonious swing now convinced to forgive .
A song I wrote for Nina our green karma Queen who casts her svelt shadow over we obstinate boulder brained beasts lighting an alternative pathway towards her spiritual sentient sanctuary .
Steve McQueen once said he came from the gutter and that he'd not done bad for an orphan boy , after a fifty different jobs from lumberjack, getaway driver, pimp and gunrunner etc he finally found his niche .
Thinking back to my parents fate it's hard to see how they once did romantically pass through the eden gate into the land of milk and money where they fell hopelessly in love and felt the urge to passionately procreate , after which they wore the mortgage mask that twenty five year servile task eventually paying back the bank managers seven percent overdraft , they scrimped and scrapped in a steel city strife an then this beleaguered husband and wife decided to search out a big world party and a brand new life , they both sat before a monk faced magistrate who annulled their vows of matrimony awarding one spouse the house and the other a monthly allowance of alimony, Friends and family did try to console and commiserate all in vain an far too late due to both parties now having hearts made of suede and heads full of hate .
A song I wrote about the building blocks of life that are made from nucleic acids , Lysergic acid has also been around since the dawn of time doubtless it would have been eaten by our early primate mammalian species increasing hallucinogenic and conscious brain capability hence where the homo sapiens may have got their jump start on the evolutionary ladder the human is now beginning to experiment with the capabilities of LSD administering it to elderly patients in order to awaken the parts the brain that had shut down due to dementia and other brain disorders with remarkable results.
A song for a old woman who kept hidden in her silver box those ever so secret letters of love from a long dead lover who in a moment of war when passion was the fashion she fed hers red and raw to a hungry dog of amour . All rights reserved.
A tune I wrote in fourths and fifths to give a semblance of the ancient church music they say that you should never play these intervals but they sound reasonably good if placed in the correct inventions. all rights reserved
A song written about an old person in the analogy of an old car that starts to break down with age.
The British boarding schools were without doubt what built the British Empire, anyone subjected to this kind of cruelty or brutal treatment could easily subjugate a sufferance over someone else especially another nationality or creed which the British empire managed to achieve for a few hundred years each school had peculiar traits, Eton for instance use to be famous for its flage fridays where in the library boys would be placed onto a specially constructed birching block and duly thrashed.
This is a song i wrote about the catastrophic creations cause through having too much cosmetic surgery leaving so many a patient in the perpetual state of a reconstructive purgatory the surgeons are called the picasso's of the plastique, well they certainly end up with a foot an mouth or a tongue-in-cheek , they sculpture and scalpel at something that once started out as the face of the fantastic but by the final phase come cut you're left with a gargoyle freak. All rights reserved.
The human hunter gatherer brain is so very hard to truth train but maybe not if you start using the new silicon scopolamine dream and drip feed it daily with some digital dopamine served up from our omnipresent Turing machine.
With courage commitment and candour these extraordinary women did something that had never been done before and that was to bring the age of equality knocking loudly upon the British empires front door , legions of suffragettes issued their declaration of war against the centuries of bigotry slaughtering dead the fat old British empires dinosaur
A short ditty written for the god Google children who now speak in fluent geek , They say that the earth shell will belong to the meek I think they might mean the. "GEEK "
Twenty years ago it came as quite a shock when someone we knew became bisexual especially as they'd been such a lady killer and then became such a man eater, still what then seemed such a big squeal is now an every day done deal.
A little swing jazz tune written for a friend who has an extremely high sex drive it uses the feminine and the masculine tense due to the person in question being bisexual he once called him self a sexual psychopath.
Her swan song is what you hear just before your love boat runs aground and the scent of sulphur be the final pheromone you smell as you slowly begin to drowned .
A little ditty I wrote for lillian's birthday who was born on the first of may now aged nine .all rights reserved
A little tune I wrote for my father over the Christmas period he still listens to all the old crooners like Frank Sinatra Matt Monro an Bing Crosby they all seem to have that lazy lullaby lilt famous in the fifties before Rock an Roll knocked them out of the park, I suppose when I'm at ninety five years of age I will probably still be singing to Motown , I've done my best to write an sing it in that old crooners style . all rights reserved.
Every day the paparazzi serve us our sadistic sacrifice all flesh red and raw, no good being a herbivore if you read the daily tabloid's blood and gore , You've really got to be a proper cover story carnivore with the stomach of a toreador , let's face it the press room's a slaughtering house stable and the editor's desk is nothing more than the butcher's table.
A short song I wrote about riding aboard the busiest train in Europe the 7.32 Woking to Waterloo 100 million passengers a year pass through Waterloo which makes for some terrifying or tantalising flesh to flesh points of view . All rights reserved
A short song I wrote about owning a car in the swinging sixties which was extremely rare especially for young people but if it was a jaguar then you were the nouveau rich make believe millionaires the fake faux movie stars members of my family and their friends were just this usually their balloons burst into bankruptcy debt and divorce, too much money in young hands its like mixing desire together with hell fire . All rights reserved
A song I wrote this morning for Diane who ran a greasy box cafe in the favela , If cook's could kill then this greasy girl was definitely licensed to grill !! she's always standing by ever ready to kill your sense of humour with sarcasm or ease the stomach acid with her peppermint pill .
A little ditty I wrote for lillian's birthday who was born on the first of may now aged nine .all rights reserved
A song I wrote for friend of mine who's charismatic appeal with women is so legendary that it led to him receiving a pseudonym of The Lady Killer . All rights reserved
This is a short song I wrote for Colette's birthday she's an angel faced florist who works out of a norman church on a country estate, surrounded by angelic statues all halos and wings adding to this heavenly scene is her being bathed and baptized in the divine light from the stain glassed windows along with the scent from the flowers you think you've arrived at the garden of Eden, but then again when she puts on her leather and lace and hits the town well that's a different story , A Saturday night sinner and a Sunday morning Saint. All rights reserved.
Written for a dear priestly friend who's soul was torn between the sacred and secular of flesh and faith which brought him torment and temptation .
A little ditty I wrote as a final song for 2021 new year's eve , after watching solders marching up and down at the nearby army base I was thinking if covid turned everything up side down how we may have had a Marshall law military lockdown , I've done it in a military two step rhythm with the emphasis and accent on that very final beat of attention as if stamping the foot of authority down but still to a humorous tune. All rights reserved.
A song I wrote today after seeing an old Keltic companion I haven't seen for a decade a true blue eyed raven headed Bretagne . The Romans drove them to the furthest reaches of the kingdom so did Edward long shanks hammer of the scots who also stole their ancient kings destiny stone and put it under his own throne Then By the act of supremacy Henry VIII made himself a god figure to rule over all kingdoms , and so you can understand by what they did why the Keltic people feel quite a mistrust towards Westminster and why they would like devolution.
A song I wrote for Nina's birthday she's lock down with covid and the kids a soft swing song to say we all do love you take care xx All rights reserved.
A tune I wrote about Lily my god daughter who was having a love affair with the fridge sticking everything on their as if it be a long white work of art or the empty walls of her heart 💖
A song I wrote for a crazy young girl who's beauty could have caused Aphrodite to scream a blue rage of jealously and it was fairly obvious to see her maker man was OCD and once you're under her spell you just can't break free . all rights reserved.
A short song I wrote whilst trapped in rush hour on the M25 you may hear a few cars zooming past forgive the quality , its certainly a highway to hell and your brain boils in its crab faced shell; at night it turns into a Cannon Ball Run a hundred and seventeen miles of MAD MAX fun with motor cycles screaming past like something out of the movie TOP GUN. I say if there's anyone out there with good musical ability who would care to lend me a hand with these songs please give me a email as you can hear I'm only a lyricist. slr34@hotmail.com
Buying power tools at the hardware store? you truly may as well arm yourself with a weapon of war and become yet another one of the do it yourself casualty score , around the world figures run into the hundreds of thousands the body counts are much higher than in most actual modern theatres of war .
A cynical love song . My Family members were 1920s dyed-in-the-wool Yorkshiremen who believed that love be measured in pounds Shillings and pence and behind the white picket fence was a work house specially built to keep wife wain or wench who had a value similar to that of blood stock and foul , children being merely chattels without soul .
A song I wrote in the old music hall traditiion of two verse chorus which is similar to the church stanza chorus stanza chorus I've also sang it in the barber shop style of my father who born in 1925 still bursts into song similar to a Mississippi boat minstrel .
A short requiem i wrote for David a dear friend ,it's done in hollow hallowed fourths and fifths as very reminiscent of ancient church music Indian trail in the ending sounding of Big Bens chiming church bells . All rights reserved.
The Belles Angels a song I wrote for a bunch of hell raising Harrogate girls all leather and lace they murdered every midnight hour slaking an slaughtering sobriety , to all those super sexy Ladies college girls I say God bless you . All rights reserved
A song I wrote for the king of rock and roll it's done in a crooning style of the fifties. He was born into extreme poverty raised in a shotgun shack but managed not only to break out of but also to attack the musical apartheid of America he was one of the first to start singing the black man's blues , he went from busking as a bum on Beale Street to having the world worshipping at his feet .
A song wrote about a mafia boss who was born in Le panier Marseille the last bastion of Beelzebub , he then rose to become France's ultimate crime Capo Di Capo lasting fifty years before being gunned down in Paris for an old corsican vendetta all rights reserved .
A song I wrote for super tramp who had a very good cure for his halitosis panting out perfumed breath after drinking your bathroom cabinet dry , Slaking down aftershave aperitifs . All rights reserved
Beware Kelts carrying potheen that Irish moonshine can certainly leave you for dead I fell in love with an Irish girl in Montpellier France who brewed her own mountain dew the first time I tried it my legs faltered and I sleep in a corridor of a hotel unable to make it back to my bed.
A song I wrote for Big Manchester Pete the hardest looking man you were ever likely to meet his face was made for a trick or treat but inside he carried a big old heart that was softer than a boiled swede of sugar beet . All rights reserved
A song I wrote whilst looking at the selection of sapiens on a train station I was wondering if we mixed all of them together as if they were paint in a garden shed, would we all end up resembling some khaki olive coloured bread or maybe a DNA glue that resembles a fudge fondue . All rights reserved