Thursday, 31 October 2013

Give Me a Guitar

Give me a guitar and a microphone,
Any day.
None of this electronica for no reason.
Just some excuse, some trance to oblivion.
There's no soul, that's taken for granted.
Even the guitarists need to be nasty,
To make good music,
Doesn't make sense, why not get into the studio,
Try and make something emphatic,
Something honest, not crass.
It's got to pass its litmus paper test,
Every Morrisey strewn suburb turn of the screw,
Liar antics, scrum high voice voucher
Mumbling following the sons down their hopeless road.

Tuesday, 29 October 2013

Word Speak #19

Defender crusty alantic
Stop to send music
Attack the basins frosted glass
Day allows guitars and country cupboard.
Biggest contract contraction in the country,
Someone slipped in something,
Play guitar like ringing the bell
Never without 1
He always had a guitar on
Main focus making music.
Drop of a hat, blind as a bat.
Like a joke the 1 stop
And a drug that won't stop.

Word Speak #18

Open those boxes,
I know what you'll find.
I know the future,  it's twisted inside.
Speak to me slowly, speak to me quick,
The future is mixed, and the fortune skin deep.
Quiet as sunbeam, small as a mouse,
Its clear as the box opens,
Nobody knows what or why or where any number grows.

Monday, 28 October 2013

Metaphorically Speaking

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L0CLvzH-6mQ&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Stop Myself From Falling

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xOlMzgXIZhI&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Some Singers

Some singers, you just don't know why
Some of em actually get by.
Must be who they know, the style that grows,
With the contacts they make,
And how they powder their nose.
When and oh why must we be subject to this,
Nieve sound of opera that sounds the same, hit or miss.
They may lose their integrity,  lose their desire,
But they have the money to burn in a fire.

Sunday, 27 October 2013

Wordspeak #0001

In the little land of destiny,
A vault of sadness dare I say
Stands as masquerade of misery.
All but nothing stands between
Chocolate built houses and candy cane trees.
Its a make believe sundae of bounty full treasure
Still lost but added to oceans and first fruits,
Can go unnoticed, tinged with passion dodger cold
And amazon future banana boats.