So I’m unzipping my trousers when I find a piece of lint. Not one, not two, not three but a handful of loose cotton pieces down my trousers. How did it get there? I wonder. The next day I was walking down the road when it was raining. Pitter patter went the raindrops against myContinue reading “I Wonder”
Hello people I want this song sung by me or somebody who can play a tune or melody. I want to write a song about love Always I hear songs about love Real love seems the simplest to feel wise about so it is. I am a fig leaf, international fig leaf carried by intercontinental ZephyrContinue reading “Fig Leaf”
Whoosh (air) Something came in, something left beats rhyme, cymbals moan, pipes groan, vocals rest their hands on your shoulders and take you for a dance. Casino sounds merge with memory to leave you skint with feeling Did you ever get carried away with thrash guitar and drums? In that state of suggestion, anything comes toContinue reading “Ash-ed”
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To music that goes up and down don’t put up with that ugly frown take it indoors and give it the once over and you’ll come outside smelling of clover. Interior design is getting me down Spending all my time as an f****** clown With a light soy sauce, you’re on your way Have a happy summerContinue reading “Christian Summer Blues Tune”
Current eschatological wanderings like science with decimal points Vitamin DOA. In the still waters, In the still waters. Almost there. Vietnam boat… Ahoy! ©2017 Andrew Watkins
Song For Sirens Looking at my monitor in despair Listening to songs I wanted to write Maybe if we were together I’d start to get things right Now it’s so great to see you And our friends are the magic glue Baby I’m starting to believe there’s nothing better than me and you. Now itContinue reading “Songwrite 6”
Le son de battements de votre coeur me fait presser les oranges… Tes yeux sont comme le soleil et la lune … Votre peau est comme le Nil à mon désert… Votre visage est comme Anubis est à la mort … Allons, buvons … Salut!
Within these walls, lies inside a story told to a young child. Wherein this tale is a truth of a fable yarned Inside this song hides painful realities Beside the notes are chords of mentalities and in the pitch are beats or normalities. In my head In my song it’s listening in a heartbeat it’sContinue reading “Squash”
Back from the dead. I chose death. Behind me was life. I chose death. Close by life. I chose death. Behind was the tale that I grew up. I chose death. Behind was the impression effort made. I chose death. Behind were my friends. I chose death. Behind were accomplishments, minor and many. You knowContinue reading “Behind us lies the truth”