She Said I was a Gigolo [song lyric]

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She said I was a gigolo
I didn’t stand a chance
She told them I’m a gigolo
Now they know how to dance
Then she drove on down the line
With a smile – she’s feeling fine
For on their lips there is the rhyme:
He’s a gigolo

If there’s one thing women hate
It’s a gigolo
If there’s a type they love to slate
It’s the gigolo
Though there’s always prey for him
He’s the joke that’s wearing thin
So to make his prospects grim
Tell them he’s a gigolo

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Five-Letter Word [A riddle song]

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It shines in the shadows
It shines where the sun shines least
It lights up the basement
And the feeding grounds of the beast
You can always see it coming
And run from its rays if you please

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The Pen

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The Pen is always mightier than the sword

© Alan Morrison, 2010

Troubadours

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I’ve been reading about the Troubadour movements of the 12th/13th centuries. That’s what we need today. Lots of troubadours. Everywhere. Lovers of language who are not afraid to be outspoken and who know how precious it is to preserve the depth of words in song (or we’ll become like the manipulated “NewSpeak” society of Orwell’s “1984”). The pen – as a world-changing weapon – is infinitely mightier than the sword!

To Ride my Songs is to Know my Heart

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(Alan’s essay for the enclosure in the CD “Ride my Heart”)

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Poem from Rilke (1875-1926)

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“No one lives his life. Disguised since childhood, haphazardly assembled from voices and
fears and little pleasures, we come of age as masks. Our true face never speaks. Somewhere there must be storehouses where all these lives are laid away like suits of armor or old carriages or clothes hanging limply on the walls. Maybe all paths lead there, to the repository of unlived things.”

The Gift of Art

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If we never use the gift of our art to change the world [or its people] then our art will become shallower rather than deeper. If we, as artists, never change then our art will tarnish rather than shine. We are change agents who must change with time. We are avatars who live on the edge of the envelope which others want to push in their dreams. We are dreamweavers of the avant-garde casting our thread wide and far…