Twmbarlwm Is On Fire
The mystic site of the Iron Age Fort of Twmbarlwm is north of Risca in South Wales but kids constantly set fire to the surrounding forests and hillsides and stoned the fire crews….
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Harlequin Heart
From experience with people to whom a projected image and ‘conquests’ are more important than genuine feelings and relationships – with apologies to the Commedia dell’Arte.
» Read moreBeautiful Failures
BEAUTIFUL FAILURES ———————————- When your love burned so brightly Like a phoenix at sunrise I was trying too hard Just to live through your white lies When you told me how you feel In a room full of small talk I was damned by their small words: “He’s such a beautiful failure” How – they – love to scrutinise Me
» Read more13 Songs About 7 Deadly Sins
Been absent for a few months but not idle! This is the title track of my new album due out at Christmas….
» Read moreLet’s Kill Your Sacred Cow
A song about relationship break-ups and hanging stubbornly onto your sacred cows. Enjoy the video! LET’S KILL YOUR SACRED COW You say that you’re sugar and spice And everything nice but let me tell ya – You’re too simplistic – a tad sadistic You’ve got me chained to your ruby red lipstick When there are plenty more three-eyed fish
» Read moreTwo-Tone Hat and the Happy Slap
This song emerged from a poem about Happy Slapping – that disgusting ‘trend’ of videoing people being beaten up by gangs – to be more about the esates that breed these anti-social clowns. Two-tone being the ska music of the day…
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On the terrace, on a lazy Sunday morning, as I stand breathing petrichor, with an approaching storm, my attention suddenly gets diverted, hearing a faint whistle. What happens next? Image: Gomathi Mohan
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Intro: I am woken up at midnight and put on a flight. Received at the airport, I am taken downtown in a van. From there to my destination on a bicycle. I get to repeat this everday. Who am I? forms the rest of the story!
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Intro: A deep felt desire for the young ones to grow at a pace we all grew in, enjoying other things along the way and thinking, observing, learning, un-learning, doing by themselves, with their own refreshing ways and means, originality intact. Wish we adults tampered less with their growth. A prayer on behalf of all the young ones!
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