Snow blues

Snow blues

Trudging through the snow
On my ay to school
Trudging through the snow
On my way to school
It comes up to my knees
It gets inside my shoes

Walking over the ice
On my way to school
Walking over the ice
On my way to school
Somewhere I am bound to slip
Somewhere I’m sure to fall

Battling thru the icy wind
On the way to school
Battling thru the icy wind
On my way to school
Baby I’m all done here
Baby don’t treat me like a fool

True blues

I try to do what you say
But you confuse me
I try to do what you say
But you confuse me
I wish there was another way
Or that you’d free me

I do everything you ask
But it breaks me
I do everything that you ask
But it breaks me
I wonder is it love
Or do you hate me

You’re as sweet as sugar in a cup
That’s how you train me
You’re as sweet as sugar in a cup
That’s how you train me
I’m thinking that something must be up
The way you cane me

I can play

I can play like I’m havinf a stroke
I can play with my facein a poke
I can play like I’m having a stroke
And I’m about to die
I can play while bleeding from my heart
I can [play while I’m bleeding from my heart
And I’m about to die

I can play with a knife to my throat
While I’m standing in a sinking boat
I can play with a knife to my throat
And I’m about to die
I can play with a disease in my blood
I can play like I’ve never been loved
And I’m about to die

Let love

Let love come out of your mouth
Do not hide it
Let love come out of your mouth
Do not hide it
Love will make you want to shout
Do not mind it

Words float like bubbles
Soon to pop
Words float like bubbles
Soon to pop
Keep them on the water
Don’t throw heavy rocks

If you want to know how love begins
It’s in her voice
If you want to know how love begins
It’s in her voice
Say it only once
You don’t need to say it twice

Song: Go into love

Go into song
Go into fire and water
Go into caves
Go into the graves of the solar system

Go into song
Go into the bellies of fishes
Go into elephants
Go into the wishes of finches

Go into song
Go into gondoliers
Go into the hammer and sickle
Go into grizzly bears

Go into song
Go into my love
Go into my lovers dreams
Go into my lovers heart

Go into love

This is a sibelius mp3 of the song

This is a music sheet PDF of song

Sweet nothings

I used to love
Sweet nothings
When the sun shone
In the fields
I used to love
Sweet nothings
When she burnt
Our swords and shields
I used to play
With sweet nothing
And we’d walk
The avenue
I tried to capture
sweet nothing
But then
Away she flew

Now in comes
The Irish band
They play
Their songs of love
I go in search
Of sweet nothing
I leave
A trail of blood
I followed her
Into a mirror of debt
And I never came out alive
Now I’m tied
To these steakhouse blues
With sweet nothing
By my side

With sweet nothing
In my ears
With sweet nothing
And so many tears
Do you despise
The proof of your eyes
The sweet nothing of your fears

I longed for sweet nothing
I believe
She might have died
Perhaps to go
To heaven
Perhaps
A place to hide
Chances come
And chances go
They dance
Around the floor
While sweet nothing fades
In morning light
And disappears too soon

Song: I want to heal you

Lyrics

I want to heal you
To take away he pain
I want to heal you
To make you happy once again

I hope you will feel better
I hope you don’t feel bad
I hope you will recover
From all the pain you’ve had
I want to heal you
And I hope you want to heal me too

I want to heal you
To get you on your feet
I want to heal you
To take your rightful seat

I love you when you’re working
Trying to do your best
I hate it when they hurt you
And put you to the test
I want to heal you
And I hope you want to heal me too

I want to heal you
To help you put things right
I want to heal you
To help you win the fight

I ‘m glad you have you’re freedom
For looking at the sky
I hate it when you’re broken
Without your human rights
I want to heal you
And I hope you want to heal me too

This is a studio Recording of my song “I Want To Heal You”

The Boroughs of London

A (bar chords) D
There’s plenty of room in the carnival
Gm A
So get up and do your thing
A D
Or follow along in the carnival
E A
And shake your tambourine

I took a trip to marble arch
It was so important to see
I looked for the door in the marble arch
But no one had the key

There’s plenty of bars in Soho
There are plenty of things to drink
There are plenty of girls to get to know
It’s not as bad as you think

Oxford Street is a funny old place
I’ve never seen such a crowd
There’s more people in Oxford street
Than visit the Turin shroud

There are many boroughs in London
It’s like a patchwork quilt
Only the river stays the same
Hurrying through all the guilt

This was an experiment. I saw a video of Lou read playing the rhythm to Queen Jane song so I wondered if I could make up my own and put a poem to it. First I came up with the guitar chord progression and then with that in my head I did the words. I did not sing because I suffer with asthma.

My Protest day: Lyrics

You’ve got the dole

You’re happy, you’re walking down the street
You’re friendly, with everyone you meet
You’re cool, nothing can go wrong
You’re big, as big as old King Kong
You have climbed back out of your hole
You’re ok now, you’ve got the dole

You had no food, your cupboards were bare
You had no rent, you had lice in your hair
You had no CV, you couldn’t get a job
You lost religion, you lost your faith in god
Now you’re warm, you got some coal
You’ll get by, you got the dole

Not the girls can see you’re off the street
Now the world can see you as complete
Now you’re eating, you got a piece of pie
Now you’re drinking, all that you can bide
Now you’re chancing, you don’t feel so old
Now you’re living, now you’ve got the dole

You used to have your head in a wreath
You couldn’t even brush your teeth
You had a bath, only when it rained
You lost your love, you felt only pain
But now you’re good, you’re on a roll
You have a chance, now you’ve got the dole

Master of your sins

Something has to fall Before you’re happy
Something has to die Before you’re glad
Something has to be destroyed
Then you’re happy not annoyed
And someone must resign or lose their badge

Then the fountains in the heart Burst open
And the birds in the stars start to sing
Maybe you feel the shadows open
Opportunity to steal their wins
As you sit down in the cellar
The dirt it speaks it makes you sing
You can be the master of your sins

Someone has to break in pieces
Someone has to lose it and go mad
Someone has to lose their brother
Lose their sister, father mother
And some one must break down and go bad

Then the light comes thru the window
Hark the sins of men are good
Buy a gun shoot the rabbits
The world seems better drenched in blood
Find an army, shoot an enemy
Follow orders from the chair
But now my friend listen closely
When you fall there’s no one there

I’m not worried, I won’t run

I’m not worried, I won’t run
I got the bullets, I’m like a machine gun

Line em up and shoot em down
Hear the bodies hit the ground
I’m not worried, I won’t run
I got bullets, I’m a machine gun

Shoot me one, shoot me ten
Pop them off, like pigs in a pen
I’m not worried, I won’t run
I got bullets, I’m a machine gun

See that army in the valley
See that battle, Field of blood
With my bullets I will get them
I will bathe The earth in blood

If I have dreams, If I have nightmares
If I see devils In the sun
I’m not worried I got bullets
I will stop them with my machine gun

When I go wattling, when I go battling
When I go Gatling, I have fun
I’m not worried, I won’t run
I got the bullets For my machine gun

It’ like a film, It’s like a dream
They say that life, not what it seems
I don’t ever Need to run
When I got My machine gun

Oh what a world we live in

Oh what a world we live in
Oh what a world this is
The exponential rise in crime
Is equal to a kiss
Coming down the coal shute
All the unemployed
Then they try to shut them in
And close the coal house door

Oh what a world we live in
Oh what a world gone cold
Every soldier home from battle
Has a splinter in his soul
Selling matches on the sidewalk
Proclaiming the end is nigh
Going home to tent city
Cause you breathe in their iron lie

Oh what a world we live in
Oh what a world this is
Cordoned off with ticker tape
Seems to stretch from street to street
Call your mother, call your father
Say you don’t want war no more
The reason is the reasons simple
Its come right up to your front door

Recording: Ordinary People

So the first song was the main song and we spent more time on that. this second song was done in a bit of a rush because she had more musicians turning up so i hurried out.

Recording “track” made at Bassment studios of the my “Ordinary People” song

Recording “I want to heal you”

So I got to Mornington Station and went the wrong way well of course I would I always do. Unfamiliar places, easy to get lost. The studio was in the basement of a huge house, very nice and relaxed. And Felix made me a cup of tea with a marsh mallow and off we went.

This is a studio Recording of my song “I Want To Heal You”

Studio Time

Well today is a bit exciting because I am going into a studio to record some songs. Woke up this morning . . . First thing to do is feed Katy the cat of course.
I’ve been practising all week on the songs but still can’t remember the words to the songs in entirety, but maybe I can do them a verse at a time. I’m pretty terrified, it’s been ages since I’ve done anything musically with other people and I’ve never been in a studio before. My appointment is at 2.30 at the bassment studios run by Felix of Tigersonic, Bassment Studio, something. It seems to be one of the few studios allowed to be open during the epidemic. I’ll take my phone and try and get a few photos. Its been a long time to get to this stage in my songwriting, a long struggle. I’m hopeful and blasé at the same time. Katy the cat has just finished gorging on her cat food and is on her way out. I will do a follow up tonight.

Song: I’m living in prison England

                                          

Bm Am Em Am
I’m living in prison England – with my cat
The postman leaves the mail – on the mat
I’m stamped OHMS – in black
Feed me I’m a TV – in my flat

I’m living in prison England, – The sky is blue
I’m followed by a satellite – I have the flu
A tracker dog lays down – inside my pone
They like to think I’ll always – be alone
In prison England

I live in prison England – by degrees
I rot in prison England – like elm trees
The ocean and the sea – cage me in
I suppose I’m in real good – company

I live in prison England – in a scare
Masks are the most popular – thing to wear
The thruppenny bit portcullis – tells the truth
I’m limited to the things – I can do
In prison England

In our collective imaginations
Lies the fate of our nations
The anthem of the year sets in
We are our own victims

Choking on smoke from our own – air holes
Regardless of our own – immortal souls
Why not leave the car – in a jam
And go down to hell – with the man
In prison England

I live in prison England, – I have no psyche
They know they can shut me down – when they like
Who dares to open up – a box of lies?
There are no forks, there are – only knives
In prison England

The bull is growing fat – in this drought
The walls will explode – he’ll charge out
The clouds will turn red – in the fire
The wind will blow the weather vane – on the spire
Of prison England

Serve your time with me then maybe you’ll see
You can never get away; you will never be free
In prison England

Sibelius audio of music

PDF of song

Note: Song is in the beginning stage. On one hand the chords are repetitive and on the other hand maybe not.