MUSIC

This is a song I wrote about the prima ballerina. They are thinking of adding yoga to the Olympics as a discipline for balance, strength, and spirituality in sport; I say if you are searching for pain, poise, and perfection, mixed with balance Beauty and brains look no further than a Bolshoi ballerina.

This is a song I wrote about 
A seventies hippie chick who in a menopausal midlife crisis decided to change her life forever after a summer of love in seventy six she left everything and everybody behind and went in search of a new nirvana and the big mighty Quinn .

This is a song ​I wrote after reading about the notorious Alcatraz prison, nicknamed "The Rock," which stands in San Francisco Bay. At one time, its inmates were forced to follow a strict code of silence, forbidden from speaking . They were tormented and tortured by the guards in what was known as the "treatment rooms" at the end of "Sunset Strip" a corridor leading to D Block, a unit infamous for suicides. D Block had a nickname The Hole where prisoners were stripped naked and left in total darkness for up to three weeks. Many went mad, others committed suicide, and some were chained against cold brick walls while the freezing San Francisco wind blew through their cells. No beds no clothes an just a hole in the floor as a toilet

This is the song I wrote after listening to Paul McCartney talking about once bumping into a person outside his front door who believed himself to be Jesus. The ex Beatles member said that you can't be sure, and invited him in for a cup of tea. I joked recently with my godson, when he asked how old my soul was, I told him that it was a hand me down from Judas and many other creatures.

​This song I wrote after chatting with friend ; He used to be a  macho male. However with each decade Medallion Man / Mondeo Man an Metro man has given  way to the  "AI Amazonian " woman ;Now the male of our species has become "Maisonian Man" the house Dad.

This song was written for Patricia Barr, an extremely kind farmer's wife who used to look after me on a farm while I was growing up. Her life was terribly arduous; she had to run a smallholding while also trying to control four small children. She had demanding duties, including milking cows in the early morning, walking miles to the shop, baking bread, plucking game birds, cooking, cleaning, mucking out stables, harvesting potatoes, cutting kale, and picking berries, apples, and strawberries. However, she was tough tougher than any man yet beautiful and kind

Here is a song I wrote after reading about a tough 1930s crime duo from South London. It was clear they were born out of poverty, starvation, and cruelty;Beginning with petty crime to survive they served six terms in borstal before  escalating up to 
career criminals; Vengeance and violence were ritualised to a routine requirement in the gladiatorial gangland of east and south London .
The status symbol of Sin on these savage streets was to them an honorary decree equal to the cape and sword methods used by other blood an fire Jesuits.

THE FAMILY TREE 
 This is a song I wrote about a friend who told me how his father died of a heart attack while trying to hack to death his old family tree. The woody perennial  had  stood at  high hilltop farm for a century  but one day his father decided out of the blue to kill It . This reminded me of the senseless butchering of the Sycamore Gap tree, and how this sort of savagery against such wonderful sentient sentinels should really be thought of as a  violent crime,and sentenced as such.

This is the song I wrote about friends of mine who had the choice from school of going down the pit to be a minor or to work in the steelworks one used to come home covered in orange dust from the steelworks and the other came home covered in black dust from the mining.

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This is a song I wrote from a poem that I scratched out a long time ago for a friend: a true Celt with a black hijab of hair, alabaster white skin, and blue husky dog eyes. A brimstone and bagpipes preacher who once baptized me in a cold stone water trough to  cleanse the sin from my soul and skin.
God bless Mon Brave!!.