This is a song I wrote about the aristocrat, a now very rare endangered species of the human race , I had the privilege of being in the company of one whilst working aboard a luxury yacht, quite a wonderful  man.

A little tune wrote for mother's Day whilst watching families on mothering Sunday in my local cafe.

I wrote this song after seeing apocalyptic images of Iran following strikes on its oil refineries and chemical works perhaps even facilities similar to the germ-warfare laboratories at Porton Down.The skies turned so dark they resembled a solar eclipse, and soon black rain began to fall.This mirrors the effects of nuclear winter, where soot and debris rise into the high stratosphere and spread worldwide.That is why I called it the beta burning of skin a mark that would leave us all like the mark of Cain.

This is a song I wrote about the men in black those dreaded debt collectors. They arrive like dark shadows of doom looking very similar to funeral directors who carry away a corpse ;These guys also cart away a lost life. 
 I've experienced both , neither was a pleasant experience, You're left with a big empty space where once  life used to thrive.

This is a song I wrote after reading about how Edinburgh University is using old plastic bottles (i.e., PETs) to cure Parkinson’s disease. When polythene plastics become spastic, then the acid chains that build us are being refined and redesigned ;How long before the human is built from a plastic can or a tin of Spam? These boffins at Porton Down, with their chemistry sets, will make us into their plastic PETs.

This is a song I wrote about the new designer babies that are now being developed for rich people who want the perfect DNA genetics for their offspring by having a cut-and-paste double helix. But how long before a maverick or manic puts together an extra synthetic helix designed by AI nano biotics  a three way zip with a chromosome clip?
 Let's face it, Elon Musk has chipped up the brain with his new N1 cursor that hopes to cure the spinal invalid. It sounds like Gattaca, the movie where the valids AI super-hybrid humans  become the new rulers.

This is a song I wrote about the short but violent life of the gangster, racketeer and business man called "big Al Capone" who ruled the American Prohibition era boot-legging  booze , brothel's and bars.
 He came out of the notorious Five Points slum district described as the "Hell’s Kitchen" of New York; the last bastion of Beelzebub.
  He basically murdered his way to the top , A six feet piece of terror and testosterone.
 who ended  dying of neurosyphilis with mental age of twelve ; he spent all his time writing songs in Alcatraz with a quintet called the "Rock Islanders"  a banjo jazz band who played for the jail birds on Sundays.

This is a ditty I wrote about the boy from Brixton "Bowie". The chameleon of creativity, the style Tycoon who pushed convention  over a cliff ;My mother and father hated him and used to call him a looney toon with a head full of cartoons hence the chorus. But his iconic innovation shaped the world of pop, and that’s why  I loved him then and now , even when interviewed you can see he was enjoying himself, he loved to lampoon, he once admitted that lying was a hobby a self  mythicalisation to fool the press he was a genius.

This is a song I wrote after speaking with an old friend, Davey, about our young  blood glory days. Now that we’re heading towards a midlife spread, we were reminiscing about the wild, crazy lives we led fast cars, fast women, and, like my thumbnail caption says, fast boats. Looking at me aboard a sailing yacht called Sylvia, I can’t believe how slim we were. I was known as “Six Pack Steve,” but not anymore. Those were the days, my friend.

This is the song I wrote for a friend of mine who's moving abroad to live with his new bride , it's a massive step into the unknown . I myself once did it at eighteen and never looked back who dares wins!!.
Good luck Mon Brave , remember The Groundhog Day 
 A packet a pay , and a sky of grey is the alternative if you stay.