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A short song I wrote about owning a car in the swinging sixties which was extremely rare especially for young people but if it was a jaguar then you were the nouveau rich make believe millionaires the fake faux movie stars members of my family and their friends were just this usually their balloons burst into bankruptcy debt and divorce, too much money in young hands its like mixing desire togethe...

At the strangeways hotel they have some strange clientele but ones things for sure the phantom of fear creeps into every single cell. A song I wrote after listening to my step mother talking about visiting a child molester in STRANGEWAYS prison she was a social worker.

A short sog for Todd's forth birthday his name means the fox although the only thing I've seen him foraging for are lollipops from the chocolate box.

The Belles Angels a song I wrote for a bunch of hell raising Harrogate girls all leather and lace they murdered every midnight hour slaking an slaughtering sobriety , to all those super sexy Harrogate Ladies college girls I say God bless to you all.

A song for Todd who's started with the syllable swing of the school syllabus

A song I wrote about the building blocks of life that are made from nucleic acids , Lysergic acid has also been around since the dawn of time doubtless it would have been eaten by our early primate mammalian species increasing hallucinogenic and conscious brain capability hence where the homo sapiens may have got their jump start on the evolutionary ladder the human is now beginning to experiment...

William marwood's long drop solution brought about a revolution in the British Empires approach for delivering a more humane method of execution .

A song about the new up and coming phones powered by A I with an electronically powered larynx that can speak back to you using a dead persons. Voice and a 3d image of a relative it's definitely like having a ghost in the machine (spooky). how long will it be before you get a replica robot of your dead relatives or friends we'll be able to have reunions or resurrection parties all the dead will li...

A little tune I wrote for my father over the Christmas period. He still listens to all the old crooners like Frank Sinatra, Matt Monro, and Bing Crosby. They all seem to have that lazy lullaby lilt famous in the fifties before rock and roll knocked them out of the park. I suppose that when I'm at ninety-five years of age, I will probably still be singing to Motown.

A short song I wrote for my god children who love to alternate things to risky rhetoric especially in cartoons and almost all things their word play being a speciality , children always push the boundaries of imagination and give candid connotations as if they're the most natural notions of naivety .

A musing about giving your offspring a strong sounding name something that will inspire an aspire them towards fortune and fame .

A musing about our Star Trek scientists, who make it sound like our intergalactic fate, is just a walk through some subway gate, into some subatomic particle state.

Sometimes, a high-functioning alcoholic can hide their addiction for years in their workplace. They appear very professional, often in charge, but after many decades, that old and filthy liquid narcotic will take its toll. Eventually, it demands its payment in full, and their once fantastic flying machines crash and burn in a spectacular blaze, much like the Hindenburg disaster. They had been sail...

A preacher man told me that all of us come prepackaged with the seven shades of sin which are basically our primitive seven instincts of survival the only problem is that putting modern mechanisation into the hands of we the new chimpanzee is that we've managed with our Machiavellian mischief to destroy the garden of Eden that we live in the one thing old preachers seem to have in common like the...

God Google a short song I wrote about the neo omnipresent computer algorithm that seems almost all controlling and God like in its invisible presence .

A song I wrote about being at sea aboard huge luxury vessels is very glamorous and as a skipper come captain it is so easy to be wined and dined each evening by billionaires with the finest foods and drink the only drawback is that you steadily become an old soak, I worked alongside many captains who became just that, thinking back to a collision at night with JJ the skipper and a refugee boat he...

Listening to the climate conference's waffling old windbags wheezing on about saving our world as they quaff down expensive wine squandering fifty pounds a glass and then dare to set the price of carbon capture at three pounds a ton , this be the token tariff to save your granddaughter or grandson ?.

A little ditty for Unis the Philipino irish girl who worked at the Crown Hotel Harrogate she blew the minds and trousers of all male pensioners in the rotary club .

A song I wrote about hair loss , a man's mane is similar to that of a lion as it recedes they both become timid and tame loosing pride and prowess both these mammals are now out of the game .

A song I wrote for Jeanine our kharmatic Queen of green who casts her svelt shadow over we obstinate boulder brained baleen she lights an alternative pathway towards her spiritual sanctuary .

From Bonaparte to Lionheart from the mayflower to the superpower all Nations have produce refugees at one time or another we're all to blame for this ever increasing burden of shame

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 bolderous 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 after spending the morning at the law courts in front of a scottish judge called Elizabeth Mccreath . The local villains and usual suspects know her by the nicknamed of Black Bess due to her uniform and dark brooding temper.

The human hunter gatherer brain is so very hard to truth train but maybe not if you start using the new silicon scopolamine dream and drip feed it daily with some digital dopamine served up from our omnipresent Turing machine.

A short song I wrote about riding aboard the busiest train in Europe the 7.32 Woking to Waterloo 100 million passengers a year pass through Waterloo which makes for some terrifying or tantalising flesh to flesh points of view . All rights reserved