TIK TOK ROCK

A little ditty I wrote as a final song for 2021 new year's eve , after watching solders marching up and down at the nearby army base I was thinking if covid turned everything up side down how we may have had a Marshall law military lockdown , I've done it in a military two step rhythm with the emphasis and accent on that very final beat of attention as if stamping the foot of authority down but st...

A song I wrote to commemorate the courage of Christine, the first transgender beauty queen who, back in 1953, bravely decided to have her gender reassigned to its rightful sexuality, in order that she might be set free from the burden of living with her very unwanted masculinity. But it would be a long journey from the first roll of that snowball before the LGBTQ+ community finally made their stan...

A song about the parable of the prodigal son .The mother sings the verse softly in swing rhythm knowing that her son is bad the father answers in a call and response singing the chorus fast loud and agitated but by the end of the song he also finishes by singing in her harmonious swing now convinced to forgive .

A song about how after you've been to school and university and earned a degree you become nothing more than a worker Bee moving to the tune of their one two three whilst secretly we all want to break free.

A song written for James who wanted some thing on the subject of the biblical scorpions

A tune about being bitten by the candy kitten she's got claws on each corner and fangs at the front once bitten twice smitten.

Each evening, I typically inquire of the woman at my nearby store, "What's been going on in your day?" Her usual response is, "Oh, not too much." I consistently follow up with, "You have my blessing to embellish," although she never takes me up on the offer.

Greta has an almost impossible sales pitch. She's demanding that the incredibly rich abandon those expensive pieces of kitsch. They fly to the cop-out climate meetings in their Learjets and show no sign of regret. Her gargantuan glitch is trying to move these people toward the green dream of a beggar's itch. However, these dinosaurs who block destiny's drawbridge are mega-rich and have no intentio...

A song I wrote for a beautiful friend of mine who without trying casts her long shadows of perfection over all of us. We call her Angel Face .

The booze has dammed the soul of many a Keltic kin once upon a life time ago we were the Gunga Din.

After listening to an enquiry about the death of Dr David Kerry in the scandal of the weapons of mass destruction in the Iraq war the prime minister stood rather like Judas when he was asked by a reporter "do you have blood on your hands " Jerusalem and the middle east has been in countless wars destroyed many times and taken over by countless crusaders, The quote after his middle Eastern debacle...

A little song I wrote on the 10.58 York to London train its about our celestial beauty queen the one we call little Jannine she seems to have a soul like a neutron star it keeps on pulsating energy and a light so bright, we men are like dead and dying black dwarfs in the darkness of space keep on burning girl don't stop rocking!!.

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.

The third slave uprising of Rome was crushed a hundred thousand men lay dead on the battlefield and another six thousand were crucified along the appian way and left to rot as carrion crow fodder a lesson for anyone else minded to rebel against the might of Rome.

If ever you should take a drink with a witch make sure you leave the very same night before the break of day or the dawn of light by which time you might just find yourself in a very unfortunate plight of being subjected to her JuJu cat's emasculation bite that leaves you as some sort of strangely sculptured hermaphrodite

A crazy little tune i wrote for lily's seventh birthday she was born on the 1st of may .

A song I wrote about an old friend who has now divorced and gone back onto the Mating sites looking for lust not realising that his old sex pistol has long since turned to rust . Men of curtain age with faint hearts and feeble flesh really they need to be careful whilst looking for a piece of fresh . I told one chum that his site" Bumble" might be better called crumble due to the dusty disposition...

Back in the sixties heavy industry was extremely hard work the way the men eased their brutal burden was with non-stop humourous quirk today its seen as a social deride that one must hastily hide .humour has become a malignant tumor cut away by political correctness until its now all but a rumour

A short little ditty written for a friend who's living on just Cadburys caramel each day, it had to short under a certain time to fit into the length of an advertisement.

A song I wrote about associating with crazy people you become the company you keep at one stage I was living in a broken down squat with two BBC's a manic depressive and a trisexual dypsomaniac the main thing we all had in common was we were seeing the same shrink , everyone had an acronym such as RAC ,PCP , BFG etc

The Westminster war of brexit has spilt a lot of blood onto the Westminster backbenchers, but who will win?, the feudal few or the milky middle class crew .

A song written for my God-son Todd who aged five wanted a tune about a flea .

Some people seem to have quite an easy time finding their perspective partners whilst others such as myself it's been a perpetual penance ,you have Cinderella's shoe but you can't seem to find a foot to fit it .

A song written for Shirley Bassy or the Birley Chassis as she was known when she sang at the Batley variety club when my mother and father went to see her.

A song for a friend who so so vain but then again Is vanity a sin ? or is it just the selfish substance that we need in order to win . --