The Mustang Men were

Wild tameless stallions

with sports cars suntans and gold medallions , once they were war faced warriors now they're warfarin worries

they part of the night time disco scene , now they're scared of cottage pie and cholesterol cream .

A 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 a few years ago in acapella, it was scratched out for a friend who wanted to be called THE BIG TECH JESUS . He stands six feet eight tall and states to everyone that he's THE NEW LORD OF LOVE.

Its now with a rock music accompaniment that doesn't sound too bad.

song I wrote for Colette who's a 70's child and loves disco she is the florist that works out of a Norman church on a Country estate when you go there like entering into the garden of Eden with the scent of the flowers and then she bathe and baptized in the light through the stained glass windows she looked very much like an angel face seraphim.

A song I wrote while standing on leads train station and observing all the different nationalities I was thinking if you mix them all together as if they be paint from a shed with they come out as a khaki colored olive colored bread

The song written for a friend called James who started cross dressing in his late 40s which to some may seem crazy at such a late stage of life but ultimately it was a very brave statement to make and now his soul and sentience seem to have found their symbiotic status quo.

A song for Nina nick named (Nivea) because she's soft on your soul and skin; she's the spirit wind that blows in-between our boulderous bone heads , the kharmatic kinetic energy we often overlooked untill she opens her mouth then a riotous colour of rhetoric pours forth flooding our bland banality with sage and meaning

A song I wrote about a honey trap set by the KGB in 1955 using seductive dances from the Bolshoi ballet a British naval attache with the nickname miss Mary was caught in a homo sovieticus sexpionage of seduction just a hairs breath from the world famous Ballet theatre the soft cell take down was nick named Brandy at the Bolshoi.

A tune I wrote for a Bambi brown eyed girl who sells The big issue outside Morrisons I always end up giving her my money and then I give her the magazine back she only needs to inscribe that look of grief she could take the shirt from my back . All rights reserved

A song I wrote sang through the perspective of the bad tempered old tree, this living monument of mystery Robin Hood's oak is by far the most famous tree in all of ancient history ; a thousand years of seething silent sophistry.