There is indifference in the cards the Universe deals out to those who live in the shadow of the Moon…  

Read more about music from these pieces that I wrote a good few years ago, all which remain entirely relevant today. http://ezinearticles.com/expert/Peter_Pentelbury/494993

About trust and relationships and being caught in spiderwebs...

Where do all the lonely ladies go... when it's after midnight and the ghosts of all their lovers past ... come to break down their open door…

Love's first bliss... a time of innocence and of love's first enchantment...

Originally a poem, this is a song filled with memories of love lost to the earth. Of memories that haunt us endlessly in our dreams and where flowers are ever gentle reminders...

A raucously cacaphonic impromptu fun little 12-bar ditty…

Smugglers would round up the street dogs in the villages and tie them to the netted goods being smuggled, drowning the animals as the goods dragged them down.   When the customs officials inspected the small boats - no contraband was found - usually whiskey etc.

Overnight, the gases in the dog’s stomachs would expand and fill like a balloon. The dogs would then float to the surface and bob on the waves with their netted contraband hanging beneath them. 

The smugglers would be there early morning to collect their illicit goods.   Hence the term 'Dogs are Dancin'’...'  rather a macabre story, yes, but no less true. A chilling reminder of the past, this song acknowledges human failings, whilst reminding us all that we can be better, should be more aware and, together, prevent further inhumane animal treatment...

South African singer/ songwriter and master guitarist channels his muse.