Month: July 2019
Most worldlings here would rather love a tawdry shiny thing
which glintly smiles at them but offers only dreams and lies
than a jaded weary truthful soul who cuts through dirt
& always asks the vital though neglected question: “Why?” Read the rest of this entry »
LIVING-ROOM VIDEO #38: “My Friend Called Pain”: Newly-written song about my recent extended experience of pain and how I came to terms with it. I befriended it! More details in the video. On my next album (recorded in Athens? 😉 ), this will have The Big Treatment, complete with orchestra. Here are the lyrics:
When first she came to touch me as a thorn deep down inside,
I saw her as an enemy — an assailant of my mind.
But little did I realise when first we met that way
that she’d become a treasured vintage wine. Read the rest of this entry »
My ears prick up when I hear the phrase “The Land of the Free”;
it neatly rhymes inside my head with “raw hypocrisy”.
Now that’s a perfect lyric-line which needs to be hard spat
by cowboys who have long outgrown their huge ten-gallon hats.
To celebrate their “freedom” on the 4th day of July
is an insult to those mill-i-ons of Indians who died
by the violence of the screwed-up men who rifled through their lands.
The country then was built with their cold blood upon its hands.
Freedom (chain-gang) freedom rap.
Verbal (tic-toc) acrobats.
Twisting (boom-bang) history
Tricking (bitch-slap) you and me Read the rest of this entry »