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This is a song I wrote for a wild womanising Scotsman who was known as the stud with blue blood , a true lady killer ,The Martini Man ,any time any place any where.

This song was written for Patricia Barr, an extremely kind farmer's wife who used to look after me on a farm while I was growing up. Her life was terribly arduous; she had to run a smallholding while also trying to control four small children. She had demanding duties, including milking cows in the early morning, walking miles to the shop, baking bread, plucking game birds, cooking, cleaning, muck...

​This song I wrote after chatting with friend ; He used to be a macho male. However with each decade Medallion Man / Mondeo Man an Metro man has given way to the "AI Amazonian " woman ;Now the male of our species has become "Maisonian Man" the house Dad.

This is a song I wrote about when I was a young teenager. At school, there were two jobs on offer when you left: one was to go down the mine, and the other was to go into the steelworks both brutal, backbreaking work. You came home covered in either red dust from the steel or black dust from the nearby NCB pit. I didn't take either one, but my friends .

This is a song I wrote from a poem that I scratched out a long time ago for a friend: a true Celt with a black hijab of hair, alabaster white skin, and blue husky dog eyes. A brimstone and bagpipes preacher who once baptized me in a cold stone water trough to cleanse the sin from my soul and skin. God blesson Brave!!.

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLVdBq6wMdF6uQZBZ9Tudc6-cWqqmP2Gk2 A song I wrote quite a while ago which was taken from a poem I wrote even further back in time; it's about when you go to see a dead body in the mortuary some look so peaceful whilst others look as though the devil or the grim reaper as collected them mouths screaming out their last words of terror I have seen both unfortunat...

A song I wrote about a soul catcher waiting patiently at the edge of a black hole to capture our very essence, then freeze drying us in the absolute zero of infinity. Giving him our life's plasma concentrate, we'd be ready for a re-nucleation or reconstitution and what better freeze drying facility than the vacuum of space.

​This is a tune I wrote after watching a woman walk into my space with a whipping boy in tow. He was spellbound by this Queen Solitaire soul caged to her slave; Looking at this poor fellow, I briefly saw my reflection a slave to love.

A song for my wonderful step mother who has the heart of an angel.

Untitled This is a song I scratched out after reading about the Chelsea Hotel, a bohemian refuge in New York that for a hundred and forty two years has been the home of poets, pagans, and peasants, giving these crazy creatives shelter and sanctuary. Everyone has passed through these hallowed halls. Some died here, most notably Dylan Thomas. Oh, if only these soundproofed walls could speak.

​"This is a song I wrote after listening to a black cab taxi driver in Glasgow tell me about his pessimistic perspective on the future of his world. He painted quite a dreadful picture, but then, old men do. The young have a bright, beautiful future of hope, and the old a dark one of dread.

Untitled This is a song I wrote about champagne , through our history it has played it's part from washing the dust of battle from Napoleon's and Churchill's parched pallets to leading Hollywood love scenes, indeed Marilyn Monroe had a bath tub filled with 350 bottles all she did was laugh.

this is a song I wrote for a friend is drinking lots of port in a wine tasting fest ,I called it Ruby de Porto after the fantastic red that Portugal produces , amazing to think back in 1678 a couple of wine merchants discovered it by chance.

PARIS IN THE SPRING A song I wrote about Paris in the spring it's a place I know quite well I've even used to sleep on the streets there forty years ago without any problems, I don't think it would be possible now ,but riots and mass unrest isn't anything new to this everso beautiful city, way back when De Gaulle was in charge he called a snap election and dissolved his government due to the feroc...

This is a song I wrote for my stepmother, Jean, who is a tower of strength. Even into her 80s, she remains exceptionally sharp of mind and strong. She had to put up with my father for 48 years, which, I can tell you, was a very heavy, burdensome cross to carry.

A song I wrote Inspired by advances in bionic hybrid humans, nanotechnology, and D N A cancer fighting T-cells , our replacement organs are now grown in pigs that have been humanised with our own DNA or by chimerism , while viral vectors and gene therapies blur the boundaries between species. As biology and technology merge, are we in danger of becoming a human hybrid chimera as like the cat on th...

Marilyn was another superstar who started out as poor white trash, like Elvis and Steve McQueen. McQueen and she were orphaned shortly after birth then used, abused, passed around from pillar to post, fostered onto any convenient host. Somehow, this gave her the hunger to succeed. Everyone thought she was just a dumb blonde, but at Emerson High School she excelled, especially in English, where she...

This is the song I wrote from a poem five years ago, i called it Mood indigo it's about getting up for work on Monday morning with a banging hangover, my mother's words echoing the chorus !! .

A song I wrote about the music of Motown. I was five when my mother had her obsession/ love affair with Motown music and thank the lord she did I also fell in love with it too a small boy in England, I also had a massive crush on Diana Ross.

This is a tune I wrote for my godson. It's sung through the eyes of his sister, whom he annoys dreadfully in the usual sibling rivalry. At the moment, he's become Michael Jackson after seeing the new biopic, dancing to "Billie Jean" and all the Jackson 5 tracks.

This is a song I wrote after listening to a friend explaining the details of a dating site he was uploading his advertisement onto. The reason I say this is that it resembles buying a car, where you look at the details, bodywork, etc. You put in an age category, model/gender, mileage/number of owners i.e., marriages/partners, then swipe left or right and hold to view in detail just like on many si...

TEMPLES TO TEMPTATION  I wrote this song after hearing how the gambling citadels / casinos of the world spend billions crafting their digital Devil's delusions to make the punters feel they're one moment from winning the jackpot. The sons of perdition have certainly built some of the most magnificent Temples to Temptation. 

This is the song I wrote for a friend of mine who's moving abroad to live with his new bride , it's a massive step into the unknown . I myself once did it at eighteen and never looked back who dares wins!!. Good luck Mon Brave , remember The Groundhog Day A packet a pay , and a sky of grey is the alternative if you stay.

This is a song I wrote. I had to listen to a friend of mine this morning a dreadfully overweight businessman telling me that he was on a treadmill he couldn’t get off.  I know the feeling , today another commuter threw themselves under the train at Doncaster. I then had to five different connections , by the time I’d finished, I thought I was going to have a massive jammer; no wonder we call it th...

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