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A song G I wrote a long time ago about a crazy Irish girl I met in Greece completely insane powder monkey who lived on potcine and powder a duel fuel crotch rocket.

Musing about an old friend who has now divorced and gone back onto the dating sites, looking for lust, not realizing that his old sex pistol has long since turned to rust. Men of a certain age with faint hearts and feeble flesh really need to be careful while looking for a piece of fresh. I told one friend that his dating site, 'Bumble,' might be better called 'Crumble' due to the dusty dispositions of its clients.

Awrote about being at sea aboard huge luxury vessels is very glamorous. As a skipper-come-captain, it is easy to be wined and dined each evening by billionaires with the finest foods and drinks. The only drawback is that you steadily become an old soak. I worked alongside many captains who became just that.

Thinking back to a collision at night with JJ, the skipper, and a refugee boat – he had gotten drunk with a stewardess and gone to bed, leaving the vessel on autopilot. The similarities to the Titanic are on a much smaller scale but just as deadly. Doing double dog watch shifts doesn't help. Instead of 4 hours, you do 8, covering for someone or even the milk shift when you start at midnight and sometimes finish six hours later. Dozing off is so easy if the autopilot's on. Many of our crew used to come on the milk shift smelling of booze – sea watches disorientate you. I've seen quite a few old sailors having a beer for breakfast as they come off the first watch at 4 am.

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UntitledA song I wrote in acapella a few years ago it's for the king of rock and roll i did in a style of the country rock . He was born into extreme poverty raised in a shotgun shack but managed not only to break out of but also to attack the musical apartheid of America. He was one of the first to start singing the black man's blues , he went from busking as a bum on Beale Street to having the world worshipping at his feet, an all American boy with his all American dream.

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A song I wrote about finding a woman in a sleepy little town of Harrogate spar a girl who almost killed me .

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A song I wrote a few years ago in just acapella now with musical accompaniment. It was composed for Big Manchester Pete, the hardest-looking man you'd ever meet, though his face may seem like it was made for a trick or treat, inside he had a big old heart that was as soft as a boiled sugar beet.

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It's done in the sixties country, folk rock style to suit when he was born.

A song I wrote for the everso beautiful Lindsay who is leaving after 11 years she brought her LGBT spirit and colour into our drab fifty souls of grey community bombing us daily with vivid wondrous paintings. She takes with her an extraordinary feng-shui, losing her is like the loss of a perpetual summer's day , artists are the community take them away and you kill it's soul you're left with empty plastic people with tarmac tongues and concrete craniums.

A song I wrote in acapella and have now added some instruments in a blues gospel feel , it's about a guy who started out with nothing as a ragman and then became a multimillionaire

A tune I wrote in acapella a few months ago now with a rock music accompaniment doesn't sound too bad at all .

A song I wrote in the K-pop style for lily it was written a few months ago in just a gospel acapella but I must say in K-pop with a female voice dose give it a completely new fresh feel and of cause lily who's madly in love with anything Korean thinks it's far more appealing.