MUSIC

A song I wrote after reading about a princess marrying a proper who her very royal family said was a scoundrel and a charlatan but they've decided to let love rule and after five years it seems tobe working .

A song I wrote for a friend of mine who wants to become a HG3 member of our community due to the khama catchment area being so harmonious it swings like a samba in the musical key of perfect C

A quick song I wrote after learning that they'd put a camera in the little place where I sit and write which I found very unnerving to have an I spy or seeing eye way up upon high : but then the police departments are now deploying reaper drones with inferred night vision armed with Taser's loud speakers and spotlights into the night sky's above Los Angeles it's a brave new world.

A song I wrote after visiting my brother who lives in Thailand where I was struck by the close proximity of sin , every one of the seven deadlies were available 24/7 and the foreign tourist readily participated in the promiscuous perversions untill it became a normality.

Another crazy song written for my god children about a packet of crisps they seem obsessed with songs about chrips but what can you do.

A song I wrote about a honey trap set by the KGB in 1955 using seductive dances from the Bolshoi ballet a British naval attache with the nickname miss Mary was cought in a homo sovieticus sexpionage of seduction just a hairs breath from the world famous Ballet theatre the soft cell take down was nick named Brandy at the Bolshoi.

A song I wrote about emperors and kings who believe themselves to be the devine demagoguery If a deity did arrive on planet earth these mobsters and megalomaniacs would see them quickly murdered .

Short song I wrote after hearing the most of the UK political parties are riding aboard what are known as Battle buses for their election campaigns it's a good job Silvio Burlusconi did do the same or it would be known as the Bunga Bus.

Short song written about a packet of chips not an task to try and work lyrics into such a simple insignificant thing but these are the things that children want so often cause one must obey.

Thirty years ago climbing aboard over night sleeper trains could turn into a complete disaster the vodka to Vladivostok the dickie Darlington the newkie brown night club, the Scots rail slangie, all these or most of them are now dry runs probably due to the terrible conditions people got themselves in. A notorious one I climbed onboard was the Southampton slammer full of sailors just let loose from the ship what a nightmare should have been called the vomit express.

a short song I wrote for my god children on a train to London obviously the premise revolves around their favorite savory snack of the day "hula hoops" the things we do for love eh?.

A tune I wrote for a Bambi brown eyed girl who sells The big issue outside Morrisons I always end up giving her my money and then I give her the magazine back she only needs to inscribe that look of grief she could take the shirt from my back .

The green-eyed monster of sin, that schadenfreude which we keep hidden away so deep within, its usually only seen in children as they exert their will to win ; the lowly leftover instinct of our anthropic ascension. However, this terrible traite can also be witnessed later in our lives when males begin to assert and dominate as the sexual stage arrives and our species needs to procreate .

A song written for a disabled soul who had the Bambi brown eyes of a faul where my reflecting soul, must have resembled a Quasimodo piece of coal for whenever I looked at him he screamed a seagull squark and would rear back in fear.

A song about falling into destitution especially soldiers and sailors who you find in the beggars brigade of most British towns. How easy it be to cast contempt , lest we forget our debt. I also had a spell living on the street so when I here others throwing stones I cast them a curse. It's a Witherspoon's Waterloo

A quick song I wrote for lily's 13th birthday . Senorita Liliana, they say you were born in Nirvana with a spirit and karma as cool as the dalai Lama . But I think your soul was made somewhere in Havana ready for dancing away the nights on the copacabana.

A quick song I wrote for lily's 13th birthday . Senorita Liliana, they say you were born in Nirvana with a spirit and karma as cool as the dalai Lama . But I think your soul was made somewhere in Havana ready for dancing away the nights on the copacabana.

A song I wrote about how computer viruses are getting more like human STDs with the massive download of porn and digital dating a shared cyber syphilis may one day be widespread even perhaps jumping across onto us. The Anna kornikova virus went world wide due to so many down loads.

A short song written about the money monsters in the city of London they feed their need and greed down on London's squire mile all the while with a wry smirk and smile hence why this rapacious reptile is called Mr mercantile .

The old post office Harrogate is located about a century behind Greenwich mean time, the pensioners there are disciplinarians by design if you slip out of sync or cross the red line then these old soldiers would quickly bark you back into the line.

A song i wrote on the 5.05 train Leeds to London by the time ya get there you felt like you've been in a shipwreck rocking and rolling with so many people crushed into a small space I was gonna shout man alive!! when they opened the doors. I skipped it into a fast 12/8 rhythm to give the feel of a underlying current of a train moving.

A short tune I wrote for a friend who constantly gets blitz then sits around all day sending the same emails over and over driving us all round the bend by tapping again and again on resend.

Shakespeare was a genius at portraying the macaveillion side of the human race. The poet Shelley said that king Leah was the most perfect specimen of art existing in the world. Sigmund Freud also took his many psychoanalytical traits from Shakespeare this obviously being the odipus complex of the kings three daughters towards their father who demanded unconditional love . I wrote this song for an uncle who had three daughters which he demanded the same thing My cousin he disowned and threw into the street just like Cordelia in king Lear it ended in tragedy obviously.

A short song I wrote after speaking to some old friends from way back they were all on the prozac or as we use to call it The Slow Smack due to them taking two weeks to work most of them are still on the smarties they feel fine all of the time.

A short song I wrote for a friend who now wants to be called THE BIG TECH JESUS . He stands six feet eight tall and states to everyone that he's THE NEW LORD OF LOVE .

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 literally climb out of their graves maybe we should call it the Lazarus longevity.

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.

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.

A Christmas Carol I wrote for Jeanine who always ends up with me or some other dreadful cousin come uncle for Christmas dinner that usually degrade and debouche ourselves in some dreadful manner due to drinking too much of the old and filthy.

A little ditty for the virgin, queen, Elizabeth I who was nicknamed the blood queen due to her executing Lady Jane Grey and Mary Queen of Scots amongst many others. This Red Virgin Regina possibly scared most of her male suitors into importance being bathed in so much blood no wonder she was called the red widow .

A song I wrote about being OCD and fixating about the small details of life as my companion dose on a daily basis , I have used 3/4 time for the verse for clockwork tension and 4/4 time to sooth into the common time of normality.

We should all say a prayer for Jerusalem, for this ancient old city has been steeped in so much blood; they say that it's the Kingdom of heaven but mankind seems to want to make it into its kingdom of hell.

A song for a friend who said, "Write a song about an English lie." He's mixed-race, so he has a perspective from both sides of the multicultural track. I scribbled out a quickie on the way back from Newark to Harrogate, a thirty-minute thrash. I based it on Big Frank King, a boxing champion from the West Indies whom I worked alongside, painting cars when I was a teenager ; he'd come across on the Windrush. leaving behind the beautiful Barbadian blue skies to work driving a bus in Birmingham, all because of English white lies. This little song all started with me telling my friend that I'd been in Peterborough train station, surrounded by rain-soaked refugees who smelled of bread and cheese, just like I once had when I was living on the streets in France. Cheese was the cheapest thing to live on.

A about a guy I use to work for who was tycoon in wardroom and touchy feely in the boardroom a true Predator financial and sexual.

a quick song I wrote for the God kids all about so many different beeps squeaks and peeps in the car in the home you just can't get any sleep for that infernal bleep.

A short song about some one who has decided to live on two packets of rolos per day to loose weight.

A little ditty I wrote about McDonald's whilst sitting in McDonald's , this fast food chain has now become part of our daily lives ,its the biggest burger bar brand on the planet, I wonder if it will be the first in the race to build one in out of space?.

A song written for a lover who's sexy symbiosis seemed to take over my DNA untill we became almost tanalisigly telepathic I still ended up as her sex toy.

A song about a crazy Irish girl I met in Greece she was totally wired to the moon, out of her mind on everything from poitin to pixie dust .

A short song I wrote about the monster munch crisps as a love song I did it whilst riding aboard a train the 11.34 from Bicester to London Marylebone station 12.38 recorded in two takes outside McDonald's in double quick time.

Let loose the Dogs of War and loose the rule of law . Mercenaries are now employed by ever superpower in the world the problem now is they're starting to bite the hands that trained and fed them . Cast wise opinion, as to who holds dominion,    or die a minion.  My father said that Gandhi had saved his life through his wisdom and peace , shame we don't see more leaders with this capability of Khama .

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.

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 written for a friend who has decided to live on cadbury's caramel for nine days.

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 short song I wrote for a friend of mine who's going on a diet of just Curly wurlys for ten days good luck to him

If you ever fall under the spell of a Jezabel then you will be lucky if you leave with your life every thing else will be ransacked and broken into pieces by these A morel Doomsday machines who don't even realise what they're doing.

a short song I wrote a couple of days ago whilst on a train back from London for a friend who's on a malteser diet.

a song I wrote for a friend of mine who seems obsessed with living on a diet of twiglets to lose weight

A song I wrote about taking your wedding vows which my father did back in 1959 the preacher boomed blood and fire brimstone as if God himself were speaking which sobered him up from his stag night slake .