Dominique Rijpma van Hulst ‘Heaven’

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30 minutes with Winamp

I feel full of words today! I hope this makes sense to someone.

Smoke from my cigarette drifts in the air
Distracting me from the words on the screen
Cold coffee sits at my elbow, or is it tea?
I made it so long ago, anyway it’s a mug gone cold
Grateful Dead music soothes my mind
Let It Grow as the word count grows
Blocking out the unwanted noises of life
At least there is something to be happy about
Dregs of a half eaten lunch sit drying on a plate
Can you tell this is not going according to my thoughts?

The music player is on random play
It has over seven thousand tracks to choose from
Now Boris Gardener & The Keys sing melodiously
He’s singing about being alone
Does he know something, could he foresee the future
Could he see me sitting here struggling for words to write
Yes I’m all dazed and confused
The music has changed again, Led Zeppelin
I drink the cold tea, it was tea after all
The food looks unappetising, out for the birds I think

The point I’m trying to make is a simple one
I write and write, tapping the keys with two fingers
Index and middle of my right hand
They dance over the keys like demented robotic digits
Hoping that something of value appears on the screen.
Portishead, Cowboys, another prophetic song me thinks
Who am I trying to convince here?
I enjoy writing in this format, I can express myself!

I light yet another cigarette, smoke drifting up
Inhale deeply, exhale slowly
More Grateful Dead
These tracks are short today!
Perhaps it’s the time taken to write between tracks!
Throwing Stones, hopefully doing no damage
I have a lot of their music on my hard drive
Most of it owned on CD too
The rest from friends who, like me, love the Dead

Music and writing poetry brings me alive
Makes me feel ‘real’
I guess this could go on all day
Songs on Winamp
Lines of words, words moving with the random choice

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Vivian Stanshall – Sailor’s Hornpipe

If this doesn’t make you smile nothing will 😀 If you’ve never heard this before please give it a listen

Edit: Sadly the song won’t play in this page but please click on it and listen to it at YouTube

Traditional, Arr. Mike Oldfield
Vocals: Viv stanshall

The Hallway. From The Outside An Ordinary House.
A Great House, True. 483 Rooms.
Each One With Its Own Marble Wash Bassin And Douche.
Bide As It’s Known.
But Inside … And The Positions Are Reversed.
A Human Failing, Some Say A Disease, But A Disease That Sir Francis Dashwood Knew And Used Well.
Upstairs, Inside And A Revelation, It’s A Discotheque.
No, No, Err … There Are Paintings … Real … And Look Here! A Rare 17th Century Masterpiece.
And If I Can Scrape A Little Of It Of, Beneath I Can Find Hidden … A 14th Century Underpiece.
Made Entirely Of Tiny Pieces Of Eggshell.
This Lurid Work Has Caused Controvesary In The World Of Embroidery And Anthropology.
No, I’ll Say It Again; Anthropolopology.
No Quite Possibly Making Anthropole.
No, I Mean An Epilog …
It Has Enthralled Distinguished Professors And In Laymans Language,
It’s Blinking Well Baffling,
But To Be More Obtusely; Buggered If I Know.
Yes, Buggered IF I Know.
And That’s All We’ve Been So Far.
From Experts In 14th Century Painting Renaissance Greengrocers, And Recently Revived Members Of The Public.
Buggered If I Know.
Vivian Stanshall, About 3 O’clock In The Morning, Oxfordshire 1973. Goodnight!

Judie Tzuke – Stay With Me ‘Till Dawn

I’ve just acquired several CD’s of this beautiful lady with such a beautiful voice. Enjoy

Meet On The Ledge – Fairport Convention

Need I say more?

Meet On The Ledge

We used to say that come the day
We’d all be making songs
Or finding better words
These ideas never lasted long

The way is up along the road
The air is growing thin
Too many friends who tried
Blown off this mountain with the wind

Meet on the ledge, we’re gonna meet on the ledge
When my time is up I’m gonna see all my friends
Meet on the ledge, we’re gonna meet on the ledge
If you really mean it, it all comes round again
Yet now I see I’m all alone
But that’s the only way to be
You’ll have your chance again
Then you can do the work for me

Meet on the ledge, we’re gonna meet on the ledge
When my time is up I’m gonna see all my friends
Meet on the ledge, we’re gonna meet on the ledge
If you really mean it, it all comes round again
Yet now I see I’m all alone
But that’s the only way to be
You’ll have your chance again
Then you can do the work for me

Meet on the ledge, we’re gonna meet on the ledge
When my time is up I’m gonna see all my friends
Meet on the ledge, we’re gonna meet on the ledge
If you really mean it, it all comes round again
Yet now I see I’m all alone
But that’s the only way to be
You’ll have your chance again
Then you can do the work for me

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