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oooh this is a little morose my friend, sounds like your planning the last great journey? i sincerely hope not.
this i expect is very personal and your wearing your heart on your sleeve here. as i've said before, we all have a soul-mate, finding that person is the hard bit...but i know you'll get there
talk soon
phill
the last two lines sum-up the song,
there's no escape
no-body wins.
it makes you wonder why we play these games, your song rings very true, well written and observed.
phill
i've always loved chocolate, and it's a big joke at easter, christmas and my birthday, my kids dont bother asking any more what i want, they just get me a big bar of cadburry's dairy milk...love it!
as for your stomach young man, i'll wager it has more to do with falling down liquid than easter eggs?
phill
It seems I'm back to my childhood again, I used to gaze out of my bedroom window across the Loughor estuary [about 2 miles away] at the Gower Peninsula, atop of which a road ran [and still does] and at night time, you'd see the lights of lonesome cars coming over the top...ah days of innocence...long gone, never forgotten. The brook is the same one in "Fairy Glade". Foxes and rabbits are quite common, even now. Venus I've gazed at many times, with wonder and delight.
Having just typed this out, I feel quite relaxed...hope it has the same effect on you.
Phill
Song of Nature. By Phill Williams.
Sunset ends a lovely day, I look out at the moon.
Rising softly, golden; in state.
Casting shadows, dancing in the meadow.
The breeze, still warm, kisses my window.
A silver halo on wispy high clouds.
An owl cries out in solemn judgement.
Distant headlights, soundless, break the spell.
Nocturnal creatures now rule the dell.
Near, the brook, cascading gently.
Water-worn stones; a wall of sound.
I know this place...you'd know it too.
We've all passed here sometime, it's night-time now.
Night-time creatures; stealthy by nature.
Stalking the brambles for a meal.
Smaller creatures, foraging earth-worms.
In the dark their doom they meet.
Midnight nears, the hour of witches.
A lunar highway, race for dawn.
In the country, it's never silent.
Yet every creature is on it's guard.
The early hours slowly passing.
Brings a welcome chill to the air.
On my arms the hair is rising.
While a mother rabbit cries in despair.
A vixen, so jubilant with her victim.
Her cubs will eat tonight, and then.
Rabbits, rats, mice and slow worms.
And from the farm yard, a big fat hen.
In the east, the dark is fading.
Becoming lighter, day will break.
The sun will rise, the moon is waning.
Only Venus twinkles late.
The magic of the silent night time.
Shattered as the world awakes.
And where the lonesome car was passing.
Nose to tail.
Exhaust and tempers
Horns and radio's, despair invades.
And so the night and natures creatures.
Are more welcome than the day.
Return to night and natures balance.
The song of nature, pervades the air.
Hi Ark,
I'm just astounded at how beautiful and professional your music sounds, I wish I could get the same feel and depth. Dawn ticks all the boxes, and when you say it's like poetry in music you are right on the money.
Just as a coincidence, I wrote a new poem this week called "Song of Nature" which I'll be uploading shortly, which also deals with moon rise going to sun rise.
Excellent work my friend
Phill
This one is about my beloved Ann and how we got together regardless of the fact my family were against it...at first.
I used a capo on the 3rd fret, so to play Eb you play a C shape chord etc
I have already uploaded it to My-Space...please remember it's only a demo
Phill
hi jerome,
funnily enough one of my favourite songs is by sting and called "hung my head" it's on mercury rising...and about a guy who borrows his brothers rifle and shoots a man...accidentally? he gets hung at the end too...say lavie.
phill
i used to like kylie minogue till i heard her massacre "dance tonight" as a duet with paul mccartney on hootnanny two years ago...that was painful
also that tuneless cretin who used to sing with the smiths
stevie nicks i might agree with [though she does sing in tune] now christine macvie...what a voice!!! booootiful
hello lieven,
no spelling corrections or word changes, i like this piece as it has such great humour and truth at the same time, your english is coming along just fine, and your verse construction is too.
just a thought; the ancient celts also worshipped the sun, as does my wife, she's looking forward to a nice long holiday somewhere round the mediterranean...me too!
phill
demographically misanthropic and tersely glandular... i dont know what any of that means either, but it has merit and deserves an ovation as it is the most lateral poem so far entered here.
well done
phill
hi marc,
what an intriguing title, a political comment you say?, so if you wrote it last year...your wish must have come true [without the need for shooting?] as i believe mr bush has now flown the coop?...oh sad pheasant me... [puns intended]
phill
hi roger,
thanks to bernard cornwell's graphic descriptions, it was all there coupled with the fact that i'm quite depressed as my job nears it's end. i shall be one of the unemployed by july, and that's really putting the mockers on me...but thanks for the thumbs up, i'm fairly happy with it myself and i'm glad i didnt over record it as i tend to do.
mmm, jerome,
i can't believe you mean that statement, but then again, i suppose death in the imagination is better than in real life?
phill
hi kenny,
yup you've guessed it my friend, it didnt start out that way, but that's how it ended up.
nice to hear from you again, you been keeping company with the bears all winter? i think i'll hibernate next year too.
hi helena, do horses have bad breath? just a thought..lol
hi selso, i wrote it like that on purpose, so that it would mean different things to different people, so there's no mention of vikings, romans, thuggies, cowboys or indians or conquistadors! you imagine your own movie, i just supply the script.
hi ark, cornwell is king, pale horseman is the only one i haven't read...yet! i'm just finishing sword song, what a twit, i read them all in the wrong order, doesn't spoil anything it's just that references get mixed up.
hi daddy, i had to decide if he killed the baby or not, in saxon/viking times they might well have done that...cruel times.
hey russ, the john wayne film you mentioned is called the searchers [ark said so...lol]
isnt that the film where he has to cross the salt flats or something?
hi alan, thanks very much. i have to say though that this was a throw away song, it took less than an hour to write and record and stick on chordie, so i'm very surprised at the response!
thanks everyone
phill
another cracker daddy
phill
allo russ ma boy,
well done, only 7 up [that's familiar?] so far. had a listen to all while i was there. my particular fav's were; sloppy joes, betrayal and iron underware, all for different reasons. did you say you were going to remix albion? i'd like to hear the remix before commenting, but all your songs are excellent.
as has been stated above, the vocals and harmonies plus the twin lead bits are super-duper, talk soon.
phill
Bernard Cornwell is one of favourite writers and this song was possibly inspired by a title of a book I have yet to read. It deals with life in the reign of King Alfred and his troubles with the Viking and Norse invasions.
The song is about a "pale horseman" paid to kill a man and his family who are in hiding, after the deed he finds the man's baby, but instead of killing the child, takes him to raise as his own!...where do these ideas come from? answers on a post card....
Hope you like it, it will be on myspace shortly
Phill
I came across a book of quotes the other day here's one I found from the great Leonardo;
"The poet ranks far below the painter in the representation of visible things.
And far below the musician in that of invisible things."
You'd think such a great artist would have more vision than that, but let's be honest, the only songs they had in those days were opera or folk, which unfortunately tell a story but not in a lyrical way which we have here. So the question is; would Leonardo be such a big artist if he were alive today? I think not as artists don't get famous till they die.
What are your thoughts; is poetry lower than other forms of art?
Phill
hi alan,
just went to your myspace to find that you dont have any songs there...what happened, or is my computer playing up?
phill
hi selso,
just had a listen to this on your web, i liked the words and the tune is [to me] reminiscent of blue grass and cajun music, instead of the guitar i could hear banjo, and a nice fiddle in the background, the song evokes images which in my mind is what a song is meant to do. so keep up the good work.
phill
hi shionagh,
welcome to our little community, new blood...beautiful heartfelt words, wouldnt it be nice if more youngsters showed this much appreciation to their parents, i'm fortunate as mine do, but i've never had a song written for me...never mind.
thanks for sharing with us, looking forward to some more
phill
a lovelly poem helena,
lennon wrote of the paparazzi way back in the 60's before i'd even heard of them, in a song called "sun king"...it's only a mention!
they unfortunately bend all civilised rules under the banner of "freedom of the press" and "the public have the right to know"
your "blood hounds" have caused more pain, misery and broken marriages, not to mention the death of a certain princess than any other peace time organisation [bar the mafia]. so why do we tolerate them?
i'll say it again nice work, brings us back to reality.
phill
hi ark,
i'm now totally chilled, great piece of finger-picking, and the mood-setting of the keyboard back-grounds are excellent...nice work
phill
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