VERSION 2 The old man making me an orphan Left his son, oath fulfilling, mum’s cruel killing Going forth with the khaki boys To revenge-less death – Falling, falling, an endless hole I shut my heart, sealed my soul Ending nowhere Drifting down – But you came one day, out of the east Your hair flying, eyes dancing, half chancing Forced my closed doors open … Continue reading Encompassing

Claire Fusion arrived early on a Saturday She wanted a weekend galactic getaway She looked so damn endearingly pretty As we rolled across the slumbering city In a shiny green-glass ball And down down down a frozen waterfallll… – Then a magic atom mix made our world erupt A catalyst for skyward lift and we swiftly spiralled up Claire clutched my hand as we achingly … Continue reading New Claire Fusion Stories.

Well, we went but the 2023 Auckland Elton John concert didn’t happen (a biblical storm hit) so my lyric is based on the videos I’ve watched, of basically the same setlist and performance that we would have seen. This is about (selfish) me longing that all concerts (not just EJ’s) included the deep tracks that talk to me, as well as the hits too, with … Continue reading Deepest Cut

Our final touch (duet) (Male) With roads traversed Wide rivers swum I think our time Has finally come Will you walk with me In the autumn sun To the sacred aisle? Will you be my bride? – Chorus 1 (M) So will you be my bride? (Female) Will you’ll shine a light and be my guide? Will you hold my hand and never hide? (M) … Continue reading Our Final Touch (a wedding song)

A story. Johnny Lightyear dragged his fathers’s arm and said “C’mon Dad we can’t miss kick off!” Father and son surged with with the masses, through the body scanners, and into the stadium. My first live match! thought Johnny. As they took their seats Johnny urged his dad, “Tell me about Future Football? I play football with my friends but this is different isn’t it?” … Continue reading Kick to the Future

I wrote this as a counter-action to the hassles of the digital age. Simon Mogridge very kindly did this version of it but we changed the words around a bit so here are both versions V1 Another fine day in the city, ain’t it such a pity Working hard as an internet slave I’m always on call, phone is umbilical My girl is saying “lets … Continue reading An Analogue World

(This lyric was penned after reading this story of the shooting death of orphaned Chicago teenager, Tierra Franklin) ——- VERSION 2 You woke to the Tierra headline It sticks in your craw You sip your morning coffee Then sweep the paper to the floor – It was just another day like any other Except the names were changed and life went on Never mind Tierra, … Continue reading Tierra Franklin

A Member of the Public (aka Aldo) generously did two demo versions of this song. (The other one is at the foot of this post). Give both a listen. I have shuffled the words around since these were done

This is the sister song to Altazyn. That one was penned in a male voice, this one a female voice. It’s intended to be epic, a magnum opus of sorts, but probably a bit proggy for modern audiences. However, it was great fun to write. In the shifting haze an old man waited by a mill He stayed there till the child came Then they … Continue reading The Battle of Kristēzen

There are 3 versions here. The first here is a A Member of the Public one here I’ve also had a crack at a couple of ai versions… Can you hear my Song (version 1) The clock ticks (my final hours) Jailer drums a trashcan hard Crow-calls resound (outside my tower) Ball bounce rhythm in the yard – So I put some words to these … Continue reading Can you hear my song?

V1

She quietly left on a starlit night

I couldn’t make her stay

I thought I was her anchor

But those stars pulled her away

No fight,

Or angry tears

Her blue eyes held no rage

In my mind I poured half a dictionary

Onto an empty page

–

PC

She touched my lips

With her fingertips

And whispered

Don’t follow me down

–

CH

Fifty thousand stars

Frame you in my memory

Fifty thousand times

I saw but didn’t see

I had fifty thousand words

But I could not find the few

To show you all the feelings

That I always felt for you

–

V2

All those many words I kept

A crop for me to reap

I tried to use them miserly

Each word had to earn its keep

Now I write to repair the silence

I write but never send

I write to seek the ending

To a never-ending end

–

CH

Fifty thousand stars

Frame you in my memory

Fifty thousand times

I saw but didn’t see

I had fifty thousand words

But I could not find the few

To show you all the feelings

That I always felt for you

–

BR

I dreamt I saw you distant

on a winter night

I ran

but couldn’t catch you

Then you faded

into spiral mist

rising from the sea

–

CH

Fifty thousand stars

Frame you in my memory

Fifty thousand times

I saw but didn’t see

I had,

Fifty thousand words

But I could not find the few

To show you all the feelings

That I always felt for you

–

A homage to Bruce. I wrote it after winning two tickets to a local Springsteen covers band. Aldo Sedevcich (A Member of the Public) set it to music and we did a wee vid. See it here —— Dirty downtown drums its ode to the city  Shaking off the rigours of the night I look through my ice-paned, smoke-stained windows,  The streets are just long … Continue reading Boss on Stage