African Jasmine

I dreamed of you in the desert dust

In a war-torn land condemned

All the way from Mogadishu

To old Jerusalem

 

See the villages they are burning

Hear the screams of mice and men

Smell that sweet jasmine blooming

Watch the ghost of freedom descend

 

Well, God is in His heaven

He’s there when the wind does bend

But power and greed and corruptible sin

Is the devil’s dividend

 

Now, I’m staring at the window

Watching the February clouds ascend

Listening to the last crescendo

Trying to make amends

 

I hear your voice in honey dew

Your perfect words transcend

All the way from Notting Hill

To the last World’s End

 

Nomad Speaks

Remember that day when your father died

Lost in the moment you swallowed your pride

Embraced your loved ones blacker than white

A spirit stronger than hatred was at work that night

 

Wrap up your heart

And open your soul

Empty your sins

Until you feel whole

Hush for a moment

As the violet shrieks

Look to the skies

And Nomad Speaks

 

Remember that day when you found out the truth

Lost in the moment you didn’t need proof

All those tears shed on the Wall were shed in vain

In this life nothing learnt means nothing is gained

 

Wrap up your heart

And open your soul

Empty your sins

Until you feel whole

Hush for a moment

As the violet shrieks

Look to the skies

And Nomad Speaks

 

Remember that day when the axe came right down

Lost in the moment as it split open your crown

Blood ran in torrents across your eyes and your face

But the true love of others was your saving grace
 

Wrap up your heart

And open your soul

Empty your sins

Until you feel whole

Hush for a moment

As the violet shrieks

Look to the skies

And Nomad Speaks

 

Fans United Will Never Be Defeated

Ken Richardson’s fire

Stoked the Doncaster ire

It only took a spark

To ignite his moment in the dark

 

They can’t understand

In their money-grabbing hands

When they try to steal our game

They are all the bloody same

We will not be tamed and seated

Fans united together

Will never be defeated

 

Bill Archer made a killing

From his crooked Goldstone shilling

But the soaring Seagulls now fly

Under a blue and white sky

 

They can’t understand

In their money-grabbing hands

When they try to steal our game

They are all the bloody same

We will not be tamed and seated

Fans united together

Will never be defeated

 

Alex Hamilton’s wrecking ball

Swung the Racecourse call

As the evil ball came down

Wrexham’s fans saved their ground

 

They can’t understand

In their money-grabbing hands

When they try to steal our game

They are all the bloody same

We will not be tamed and seated

Fans united together

Will never be defeated

 

Roland Duchatelet’s sleight of hand

Unites the Valley stand

The fans now deal their own CARD

As they clear him from their yard

 

They can’t understand

In their money-grabbing hands

When they try to steal our game

They are all the bloody same

We will not be tamed and seated

Fans united together

Will never be defeated

 

Karl Oyston sues football fans for fun

But his regime is now undone

Under the famous Blackpool lights

Here come the Tangerine Knights

 

They can’t understand

In their money-grabbing hands

When they try to steal our game

They are all the bloody same

We will not be tamed and seated

Fans united together

Will never be defeated

 

The Artist

Come to a place where black is the colour

Under Vincent’s starry night

Light cascades into pastel and charcoal

With bright eyes on a Moscow night

 

This is your place

This is your space

Where Suburbia

Meets Utopia

 

The painter does paint and the evening cries

The dawn is surely coming

The broken road leads to St Petersburg

And the sky is softly humming

 

This is your place

This is your space

Where Suburbia

Meets Utopia

 

Elena she waits with baited breath

Her canvas is an open door

Colour it paints a camera that sings

From the ceiling to the wooden floor

 

This is your place

This is your space

Where Suburbia

Meets Utopia

 

So dance in the snow laden moonlight

Amid sketches of shadowy grey

The burning chair beholds an impression

Where the Pet Shop boys do play

 

This is your place

This is your space

Where Suburbia

Meets Utopia

 

It’s bitterly cold and the frost hangs still

Under the pale sun of the winter weather

The evening light sighs and the steely skies

Light spoken images for ever and ever

 

This is your place

This is your space

Where Suburbia

Meets Utopia

 

Painting by Instagram

Sitting at home I landed in Moscow

With a tall  blonde artist by my side

The scenery around us made me stumble

And my thoughts they too began to slide

But pretty Elena, she was so humble

Now everything was black and white

 

Hitting a key I arrived in Brussels

On a journey so bumpy that I almost cried

Bright-eyed Elke painted Paul’s Blackbird

And her 20/20 vision it was so wide

The young artist was more than a password

As her colours shimmered in shades of light

 

Driving on I stopped over in Lombardy

With Michael Caine’s ‘Job’ on my mind

Dark-haired Sara was beginning a journey

And her Nikon camera strapped close behind

Through her eyes she unwrapped her country

Well beyond HG Wells’ colours of the blind

 

A special airlift dropped me in Berlin

The freedom of thought could now be told

German Ginette danced in the moonlight

Her views by the wall were bright and bold

This girl’s photographs shone like a searchlight

Like Burton’s spy coming in from the cold