Midnight. Midnight is gone. Deep into the heart of the night. Just speeding through the nighttime, past where the streetlights end. The road is quiet.Got to get home.Police cars burling past me down the dual carriageway. Lights flashing as I slow down a little.Stop at the petrol station and fill up. The lady behind theContinue reading “Midnight is Gone”
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Tree
Sometimes it’s nice to be up before the world.Sitting at the back door till the daylight returns.Rain falling softly.Jason Isbell playing.Cup of tea in hand.The thing that always struck me about town, compared to the city,is a different kind of quiet.I swear my voice can travel for miles in this town.Like I can hear folkContinue reading “Tree”
Pale Horse
Pale horse,running through the woods at night,down the old trails where they never built the houses.Where we played as kids.Am I dreaming?Sitting at that kitchen table,or maybe that old wooden table,where I wrote so many songs when I was starting out.Trying to scrape meaningfrom three chords,and a life as yet unlived.Cup of coffee,maybe a tea,orContinue reading “Pale Horse”
Context
**** Trigger Warning **** Contains Swearing Two friends talking about a mutual pal.Someone you can rely on.Says, “Aye, that cunt’s sound.”See two folk on the bus,a few cans to the wind.One shouts to the other,“Why are you acting the cunt?”Crowd trying to stop a couple arguing in the street.“Aye well, she’s a fucking cunt!”She nearlyContinue reading “Context”
Work Ethic
Work ethic, work ethic, work ethic.Isn’t any good sitting round,Crying,Moaning,Hiding.On the couch,With a duvet and a pillow,Like life’s a storm to wait out.Work ethic.Get to working,Get to creating.Make something.Don’t apologize for it.Make it breathe.Work ethic.Get your hands dirty.Give yourself to the work.No one has a ladder for you,So build your own.With sweat,Blood.Work ethic.The only personContinue reading “Work Ethic”
Paul Andrew Sneddon 