PLAYLIST

An introduction to my redhead music collection.

This is a song I wrote about the men in black those dreaded debt collectors. They arrive like dark shadows of doom looking very similar to funeral directors who carry away a corpse ;These guys also cart away a lost life.

I've experienced both , neither was a pleasant experience, You're left with a big empty space where once life used to thrive.

This is a song I wrote about the men in black those dreaded debt collectors. They arrive like dark shadows of doom looking very similar to funeral directors who carry away a corpse ;These guys also cart away a lost life.

I've experienced both , neither was a pleasant experience, You're left with a big empty space where once life used to thrive.

HEAVEN SENT

This is a song I wrote after seeing an old friend that I've known for ever and "never" the reason I say that is due to us becoming now almost strangers after living in each others pockets for a life time, as they say familiarity breeds contempt as I get older I do begin to observe this in older companions.

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This is a song I wrote about the short but violent life of the gangster, racketeer and business man called "big Al Capone" who ruled the American Prohibition era boot-legging booze , brothel's and bars.

He came out of the notorious Five Points slum district described as the "Hell’s Kitchen" of New York; the last bastion of Beelzebub.

He basically murdered his way to the top , A six feet piece of terror and testosterone.

who ended dying of neurosyphilis with mental age of twelve ; he spent all his time writing songs in Alcatraz with a quintet called the "Rock Islanders" a banjo jazz band who played for the jail birds on Sundays.

This is a ditty I wrote about the boy from Brixton "Bowie". The chameleon of creativity, the style Tycoon who pushed convention over a cliff ;My mother and father hated him and used to call him a looney toon with a head full of cartoons hence the chorus. But his iconic innovation shaped the world of pop, and that’s why I loved him then and now , even when interviewed you can see he was enjoying himself, he loved to lampoon, he once admitted that lying was a hobby a self mythicalisation to fool the press he was a genius

This is a song I wrote after reading about the ravens in the Tower of London.

Long ago, they were the city’s street cleaning squad as they are now. The Tower’s executions were, to them, a rare treat of meat.

Now they're a tourist greet, their bellies packed with blood biscuits rabbit. Pampered, praised, and plump, they are awarded military rank and are subject to the same strict code as soldiers, with some court martialed and dishonourably discharged for bad behaviour.