Dancing in the Dark Funny how songs stick with you,like they are just part of the air —part of life. I remember when I was a kid,sitting in a pub in the morning.There was a funeral:black ties,beer and wine,sad eyes and perfume. Someone crying softly,sausage rolls and spilt wine,morning light in the faded carpet,cigarette smellContinue reading “Catch a Spark”
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Kings and Caesars
Kings and Caesars,Back to the age —Blood and fury;It never went away.A broken down piano,Chords from the dark alley,Holding onto something,That already slipped from you.Dreaming,Dreaming of peace,Justice,Brotherhood,Humanity.Just seeing the tracks left behind,As it disappeared over the hill —Left blood and pain and predators,Moving in for the kill.Sad songs from a burning piano,Calling out your name;IContinue reading “Kings and Caesars”
Mr Waits Said Hold On
Sometimes,when I’m feeling low,I find a quiet placeand get my headphones.Tom Waits —”Hold On.”It’s that first chord —a warm D chord —just opens up the world.It’s like an old friend.And the words —the lyrics —make you smile,make you laugh,make you feel,make you think.A warm embrace.I can see her —the old motel, paint worn and peeling,breathContinue reading “Mr Waits Said Hold On”
I Am Alive
Death is seductive.Life is reductive.To the earth,to the soil,we will return.ButI’m too old to die young.Too far gonefor the black tie,the graveyard moan.Too plainto deny it’s after me.It’s going to get me.But smart enoughto knowLive right now.Crack a smile.And yellI am alive. (c) Paul Andrew Sneddon
Grateful
Music has always been there.In my loneliness.In my best moments. From just a wee guy,with my personal stereo:Europe.Fresh Prince.Technotronic. Top 40.Taped off the radio.Hits of the year. Mum singing in the kitchen.Dad’s record collection:Bob Dylan.Guns N’ Roses.Then Aerosmith.First light.First gigs.CDs from Woolworths. John Lee Hooker.The Black Crowes.“Smokestack Lightning.”And Gun. Through bass guitars.Copying riffs from myContinue reading “Grateful”
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