It is nearly time
to put my well worn shoes
at the back of the wardrobe, making sure to
cover them up so
nothing falls in
and causes me to yell out in surprise
come the middle of January
when I start this madness
once again.
Surprised that they have lasted all year,
the red boots, have served me well
and deserve the foot rest
that this festive period
that bleeds into New Year hope
and dreams already dashed
as other’s resolutions canker and spoil, provide.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10
Don’t Let the Devil Drive, but then He does write all the best tunes and offers the finest scathing one liners to which he has no issue in you pursuing and making your own, when all is Said And Done, if the ride is free and you get to shoot the breeze with someone who is going to plant random gems in your mind then don’t just let the Devil drive, make him sing as well.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10
When the light becomes overpowering, when the tales and myths of the age of reason become too much and threaten to bring darkness, there is always salvation to be found, a restorer of balance, a new birth in which to celebrate and take thanks in. The Chronicles of Light may have faded under the weight of the scribe’s pen but in the following year, that self same scribe has come to realise there is now in the ashes of midnight’s dusk, the Dawn of Aquarius and it is brighter, more bold and adventurous than before.
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If you can imagine a smile, beaming in the face of adversity, usually thankful for just having made it through each day without causing some sort of incident in which the brain will replay it over and over again till the subject becomes engrained, scarred, indelibly stamped on the forehead and seared like a brand on a cattle farm somewhere deep in the heart of Texas. If you can imagine that smile, then it doesn’t matter what they call you, you are in the realm of the Dumb Animals and it is arguably the best place to be.
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Once upon a time, in a land far away from the shores of Britain, was a place in which almost anything seemed possible, it was to many who heard the sound of the siren like adverts, a place of opportunity and sunshine, of a fresh optimism, a definite sense of positivity compared to the grey and the soggy brow beaten of the British Isles.
Another turned down invitation,
one that wasn’t meant,
one that designed to encourage
one nodded at but underneath
the spluttering search for solitude
commences;
not that I want to be alone,
not that I crave to be isolated
and abandoned, it is just…
well easier to not be in people’s way,
to feel the cruelty of hope
of a conversation that didn’t switch
to feeling guilty, of opening up
about my fears and dreams,
dreams that are smashed with
the sledgehammer eyebrow raised,
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10
In your heart you know when you have listened to an album that not only grabs your attention, but one that speaks volumes about how the world sees itself in the reflection of the often dusty mirror; it does not happen enough in all honesty, often too insular, sometimes not willing to wipe the mirror clean and stare into the abyss and come out of the experience with love remaining and beating fast in the soul. You don’t have to hate the world just because you can see the cracks and the faults; you just have to love it more.
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It is possible to yearn for the old days and not look as if you are missing the present day. For too many the slightest whiff of reminiscence or do you remember when? is enough to put them into a rage, to send them into a retort of get with the programme, stop musing over the past or the ill dispute and argument starter of what good did the past ever do you?
They shall not bury them
in the alleyways they fall in,
the concrete just does not give
way to the simple spade like grass
and dusty earth, from mud we came
and when the first shots
of final rebellion come,
don’t get caught on open streets,
hard knocks, no grave where you fall,
left most likely to rot in the space
you met your end in,
crows tearing at your eyes,
crows tearing at your eyes;
they have no fear of you,
no open battle ground,
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10
To be held in thrall by a language and music that you might not fully understand is to know deep in your heart that you have compassion, intrigue and fascination, the prospect for learning, not as is the case may be with some who moan and make derogatory remarks under their breath, for they have no scope, no hope they are in the end as Cold Like Stones to the plight, outlook or experience to one who is different to them.