The Wrong Turn
Posted on April 24, 2022

We took a wrong turn
At The Old Bardstown Mill
The sign said go right
At the top of the hill
As it turns out
The right turn was wrong
Hence why I'm singing
This intriguing new song
Some disgruntled gent
Changed the old road sign
He pointed the arrow
Way out of line
He made it point right
When it should have been left
Which left us to wonder
Where to go next
We had to back track
Past the Old Bardstown Mill
Through growing thick fog
At the top of that hill
Then in a clearing
We corrected our course
We now took a left
Past a man on a horse
The man on the horse
Tipped his hat with wide brim
He carried a secret
Beknownst only to him
When we passed him
He flashed a wry smile
He knew we were lost
And knew of our trials
The fog rolled on in
From the top of the hill
The blue light of night
Gave the air a big chill
As fast as we saw him
We saw he was gone
A ghostly old spirit
Vanished into the fog
At Home With The Boltons
Posted on April 23, 2022

It was hard to imagine such a peaceful place in one of the worlds largest cities. I loved living in London – SW-10. This song is about this picture – and the feeling I had there – for the short time I lived there in the late 80’s. No lyrics – just an instrumental – because the picture speaks louder than words.
Old Number 22
Posted on April 21, 2022

Old Number 22 on the tracks
In a railroad museum
Wooden seats bright trolley wheels
Rode the cities rails of steel
Back and forth on the citys wharf
Fog horns forlorn moan
Misty silver blue night air
Friendly car taking me home
Chorus
Bright orange cars
Black fancy trim
Big front lights
For the foggy nights
Hollywood Road
Posted on April 21, 2022

A special place
I'll never forget
Hollywood Road
Old Brompton Town
A mellow place
A special place
Peaceful, alive
A place to sing
The Little Bolton's
An old stone church
Blocks of flats
I set my search
I prowled the streets
Nothing was planned
Decisive moments
With camera in hand
Hyde Park
Green Park
Walk to SOHO
Every day
Back streets
Very quiet
A place to think
About life
Ephemera
Posted on April 20, 2022

Every song I write
Is a photograph
Telling a tale
About wheat or chaff
The wheat might be
A sunny day
The chaff might be
Skies of gray
Images, emotions
Feelings that I've had
Most were good
Some were sad
My inner eye
A camera
Has an ear
For ephemera
Everything is ephemera
Nothing lasts forever
That's why I try
To never say never
My inner eye
A camera
Has an ear
For ephemera
Frank Lloyd Wrong
Posted on April 19, 2022

He built his house
Without a care
Trailer trash
Junk everywhere
Plied with wine
And plied with wood
Some chicken wire
He's Feelin' good
His Mommy's money
Why should he care
If he gives his neighbors
A depressing scare
Then his roof leaked
A spark in a wire
His dried out field
Just caught on fire
Richard Tater
Posted on April 17, 2022

I know a man whose
Made out of wood
The women adored him
Because he's that good
It might be the gap
Between his two teeth
It might be the wood
That he has underneath
This is the story
Of old Richard Tater
Intellectual lover
International player
He stole from the rich
And gave to the poor
He fancied the ladies
Whom he gave so much more
A real ladies man
Who knew how they feel
An emotional healer
Too good to be real
Alas he's not real
Nor are his girl friends
They are just dolls
And a wooden puppet head
Chorus
Richard Tater
The ladies man
Wooden Prince Charming
Who ruled all the land
All Knowing
Posted on April 17, 2022

The more I age
The more I grow
Experience trumps
What I know
When I was young
I knew it all
False confidence
I had a ball
But now I know
What I don't
It humbles me
It's changed my tone
Becoming sage
Is knowing that
You don't know nuthin
A natural fact
Chorus
I've had fun
At every age
A learning play
The world's a stage
The Seance for Professor Drake
Posted on April 16, 2022

The Professor
Knowledge ingester
Buried in books
Library nooks
So much knowledge
Taught at college
His secret dream
Was the silver screen
He loved drama
Followed that karma
Never to be
Sad broken dream
Back in his class
The news was sad
His body was found
In the river, he drowned
Chorus
Buried in dreams
The skeleton key
Unlocked his heart
To the silver screen
The Good Life
Posted on April 15, 2022

The road ahead
Is what you will
Either brightness filled
Or dark and nil
The secret trick
Worry just a tad
Worrying too much
Will drive you mad
No one owes you
No one cares
Reach out to others
Don't be scared
When you care
About all others
They'll care back like
Sisters and brothers
It's up to you to
Kill em with kindness
Negative people
Are always spineless
Don't go walking
Into their trap
Sing past their woe
And ignore their crap