I thought Scarlet and Destiny were meant to be or at least meant until eternity, lovers on screen are not what they seem and that’s how it seems to me. The Mysterons were a better bet to get off on and that’s the hand of imagination kicking in, ticking over, getting under the skin. She invited…
Tag Archives: music
The concerto
It was musical but not my cup of tea, I wanted Eminem or at a pinch Jay Z I got violins and an oboe too slow not like that Jewish number which speeds along you know which one? the wedding song. it never eased the pain (except at the bakery where music tames the savage…
Rivers to cross
Somewhere on the Rhine or the Rhone a harmonica, Hohner, plays a sad tune underneath a watery moon or is that the tears in my eyes?…
Stones and statues
‘Suzanne’ was playing on some background station and I was fixed upon a point where space met unreality, a dream as yet to be as most dreams are. The chord like knots untied me and inside me I lived and died when she threw roses from her window but the morning flew by swiftly and…
Old
Sitting out on the balcony tapping my feet in tune to the symphony from the radio blaring somewhere behind me and drinking cold tea because I don’t want to move…
Music to die for
What about you? do you think there are easier things to do than this? I want a background track something like, Jimmy Mack or Black Man Ray to play me out. Preparing for a day so close and yet so far away, there are easier things to do…
Discs
First the tap, tap, tapping then the violins cuts in the piano starts laughing and the keys begin let’s play. Music for the tired and music for the strong, for the song that carries on long after the sounds have gone let’s play…
The Prez
Seventeen fifty two point four ‘more than radio’ spin the dial Sax’ and Lester with a young man’s smile I listen in to ‘all that Jaz’…
The generator
Everyone dreams in a language receives the same message and interprets it differently. Poetry’s one of those messages dreamt of in languages and seen in wild images. Mirage’s mirror me in this dream a sweet symphony and it all comes back to me but somehow differently…
In the distance
I’ve been listening to Joplin and Cohen, sad knowing they’re gone, but if we do live on in the words of the song all is not lost. Everywhere I have ever been everything I’ve ever known, seen or shown is a part of me, lyrically composed? only God knows and he’s keeping quiet tonight…
Natural wonders
Songbirds sing songs, from the branches of the trees in the sky across the seas they fly to bring music to my ears and tears to my eyes. Every stone I skim river I swim roads I walk words that I talk do not compare to the birds in the air in the trees across…
