PROJECT OF PEACE

The malevolent manipulation of an idea grown from the horror of two world wars cynically boiled down to a political vehicle for personal political gain, creating division in a global society that needs now, more than ever, progressive vision and understanding of the vulnerable.

PROJECT OF PEACE

How it breaks my heart, how you betrayed a project of peace

oh how it breaks my heart, lie after lie for some fool economy

oh how it breaks my heart, how you betrayed a project of peace

insulting the graceful refugee.

TAR FINGER OIL MAN

Nick Rye sent me a piece of music. It conjured a landscape and I sat down and wrote the lyrics, a kind of story. I laid the vocal into the tune and sent it back to Nick. Two weeks later, Nick sent me the video!

While Tar Finger Oil Man speaks for itself here is a little about the thinking behind the song. Tar Finger Oil Man tells a story from the POV of a worn out oil man who's come round to listening to the young. It is clear in its meaning – unless you’re turning greed to green, you ain’t got a plan. He has realised that he must change - yes it's time to rewrite the way now, rewrite and honest the soul, honest the soul - and that redemption is possible, at least to a degree - I heard a call from the children see, you have to listen old man, new story to be told...

DREAMING - THE SPIRITS RIDE

DREAMING - THE SPIRIT’S RIDE

In the dead of night wrapped in pure white fire touch the spirits ride

Touch the total feeling

But it’s all cut up and it’s all torn down, it’s all ripped up

And it’s  gone way back screaming

It’s oil and gold and it’s bought and sold, it’s oil and gold

Some dream-stone stealing

But it’s all cut up and it’s all torn down and it’s gone, gone, gone,

Gone, gone way back screaming, now

 Can I hear disorder

Can I see the law there

Can I touch the spirits ride

STAND ANCIENT

S T A N D   A N C I E N T

as we stand before the ancient sun

and i hold you in my arms

here in the only atmosphere

that can breathe any charms

from the desert to the concrete sky

the ice now catch alight

the streets awash with your vanity

laid waste by your desire

you stand before the ancient sun

the only god without a gun

as the rain queen kiss your lips

i reach out to your fingertips

AMERICA

JUNK

Dreams come hard grey stone surround

tooth and nail no redemption from the ground

dreams come hard but he won’t stay down

tooth and nail, no redemption from the ground

all the dreams he clutches in his hand

torn and bleeding but he won’t stay down

he should be leaving but she won’t stay around

like opium the TV shines all around prime time

prime time commodity the value of the prize

like opium the TV shines all around prime time

media junkie she shoots the crooked smile

all the dreams he clutches in his hands

torn and bleeding but he won’t stay down

he should be leaving but she won’t stay around

and nothing but the pain is real

sap will rise and rain will fall

down come grey stone commodity and all

but love comes to the torn boy

with the power of dreams

a trembling dimension

in the distance he sees

all the dreams he clutches in his hands

torn and bleeding but he won’t stay down

watch him leaving, he won’t turn around

he’s travelling and it’s real