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This is a tune I wrote for my godson. It's sung through the eyes of his sister, whom he annoys dreadfully in the usual sibling rivalry. At the moment, he's become Michael Jackson after seeing the new biopic, dancing to "Billie Jean" and all the Jackson 5 tracks.
This is a song I wrote after listening to a friend explaining the details of a dating site he was uploading his advertisement onto. The reason I say this is that it resembles buying a car, where you look at the details, bodywork, etc. You put in an age category, model/gender, mileage/number of owners i.e., marriages/partners, then swipe left or right and hold to view in detail just like on many sites that trade in goods or cars. Then you begin to swipe through the menu.
This is a song I wrote after listening to a friend explaining the details of a dating site he was uploading his advertisement onto. The reason I say this is that it resembles buying a car, where you look at the details, bodywork, etc. You put in an age category, model/gender, mileage/number of owners i.e., marriages/partners, then swipe left or right and hold to view in detail just like on many sites that trade in goods or cars. Then you begin to swipe through the menu.
TEMPLES TO TEMPTATION
I wrote this song after hearing how the gambling citadels / casinos of the world spend billions crafting their digital Devil's delusions to make the punters feel they're one moment from winning the jackpot.
The sons of perdition have certainly built some of the most magnificent Temples to Temptation.
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.
This is a song I wrote. I had to listen to a friend of mine this morning a dreadfully overweight businessman telling me that he was on a treadmill he couldn’t get off.
I know the feeling , today another commuter threw themselves under the train at Doncaster. I then had to five different connections , by the time I’d finished, I thought I was going to have a massive jammer; no wonder we call it the heart attack hill this trans- Siberian tread mill
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 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.
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