1028 - Sunday Sunday

Sunday’s here again, scruffy attire
Sunny, mainly hot, and quite a lot done
Another poem soundtrack Kylyra
Will hopefully like over in Ireland
Especially when I read out the lyrics
Live in Bantry in July, lent a hand
By local backing vocalists; the sticks
Will rock that night; it should be a great mix
Of people and of styles. Was phoned by a
Piano teacher: Josie’s lunchtime fun
Starts Monday or Tuesday, with Amy picked
As her playing partner. And then, a choir
Of me, Pearl and Louis sang songs till ten

1027 - The bells, the bells

A lovely day centred in Didsbury
No films worth watching, so we hung around
Fletcher Moss Park, but as we parked, then we
Heard loud bell-ringing, like a wedding sound
The church door open as our ears were drowned
We found a spiral staircase and climbed up
To see the bell-ringers standing around
A hot high-ceilinged room, all reaching up
They smiled and then they invited us up
To sit and watch, and they even let me
Have a go on the rope. Then we popped round
To see Pearl, back from Paris, get dolled up
In new dress and haircut for a party…
And then the heavy rain came pouring down

1026 - We're all going

Late June, and talk turns to our holidays
John's off to Sweden to see his brother
Amanda's off to Turkey for a laze
By the pool in the sun, while the other
John's off to far-off California
Annie will no doubt go to France again
I'm off to Ireland soon myself, hell yeah!
And Charles was talking about going to Spain
Of course, we all pay to escape the rain
Here's hoping we get our share of sun's rays
Here's hoping for sunburn (I don't smother
Myself in sunscreen; that sure is a pain)
And so we'll soon all go our separate ways
And do our best to forget each other

1025 - Look at last night

Last night went quite well; I did my three songs
Or rather, a short medley of the three
And then my poem. I didn't have long
Just 5 minutes had been given to me
Not many there,as far as I could see
Apart from performers, such as the band
Who turned up without amps, saved luckily
By Rob Goodier, who had two there on hand!
As usual, things did not quite go as planned
Refreshment-wise, things had turned out all wrong
Drove to buy cakes with Alex hurriedly
Then straight on stage, Rob's guitar in my hand
With which I did quite well, with my three songs
And at half-time, handed out my CD!

1024 - Busy day off

A sunny summer’s day… They do exist!
And I was off work watching Jeremy Kyle
Then Trisha, then I had a shopping list
Then finished reading ‘The Color Purple’
Lent by ex-girlfriend not seen for a while
Had lunch and also watched Monty Python
Still not rehearsed for tonight (that’s my style:
Leave it till last moment…) Watched Wimbledon
But conscious now of the time moving on
I realised the chance was almost missed
To practice for tonight. Decided I’ll
Do a medley of three songs (two are on
My CD) and a poem, one that dissed
Comedians, and contained appropriate bile

1023 - Testing, one, two, three

My music’s still not finished, still not right
I’m chucking away the CDs I’ve made
I’m rerecording them for the third night
Till all the bum notes in them are erased
Still, that’s perfectionism. I’ve replaced
My microphone with a better version
Tonight and tomorrow won’t go to waste
I won’t stop working till the CD’s done
And when it is, I’ll start another one!
Also, rehearsing for tomorrow night
Is on the agenda. I’ve not yet made
My mind up what to do when my slot comes
Still, that’s me. Leave it till the last minute
After all, nothing good is done in haste

I'm an artist

Yes sir, I’m an artist
But I need a certain ear
I’m an artist
I’m an artist
Is that clear?

You screw your face up as I say these words
You own art
You own art

I’ll have to face it that you don’t agree
We must part
We must part

But art is self-expression, not friendship
It’s from the heart
It’s from the heart

I’ll carry on regardless of your views
You little tart
You little tart

Yes sir, I’m an artist
And your call for violence
To an artist
To an artist
Is an offence
Is an offence
It makes no sense
You build a fence
In self-defence
And it’s immense
But I’m an artist
But I’m an artist
Yes I’m an artist
And I’ll go farthest