Friday, 22 November 2019

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New Release: Mill Street: A Shakespeare Tragedy

 

Morning braids a complex scene

Native demons not meant to see

Anxious pain when I’m half asleep

Oh to be or not to be

 

chorus

I killed a man I didn’t use a gun

A Shakespeare tragedy  I’m on the run

In a dream missing those I love

I killed a man, I follow the setting sun

 

Though this be madness I trudge through endlessly

Scared of faces that disdain me

Shadows chased in a night time dread

Scraps found in my daytime head

 

chorus

I killed a man I didn’t use a gun

A Shakespeare tragedy  I’m on the run

In a dream missing those I love

I killed a man, I follow the setting sun

 

Laid to bare through flames and pain; pale broken bones

And it must follow as we know, nothing sewn is grown

When shadows speak in daggers long; minutes gone a  journey’s dawn

And I must follow as the night; my stomach tightly drawn

 

The ingress of a Mill Street tragedy

A black framed Shakespeare is pursuing me

This above all; to myself be true

Can I rectify and run like hell

 

chorus

I killed a man I didn’t use a gun

A Mill Street tragedy  I’m on the run

In a dream missing those I love

I killed a man, I follow the setting sun

 


Is This Me

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9-11 to Ferguson

 

Raising young at the start of war

Placed a letter in my drawer

I feared the future now

I smell it’s rotten foul

Waging parties do agree

War brings them prosperity

 

In the streets we fight our own

Our armies facing home

Black men we shoot and fear

Prison’s filled pain and tears

Cops storming through our doors

Shame cries from shining shores

 

Trillions spent for war

Thousands dead profits soar

We squeeze the working man  

Send the poor to foreign lands

No care when they return

On principles we burn

 

Fake news for profit spin

Scant truths mixed within

Bought heads flame the fire

Truth shines the highest buyer

Convinced of gain through war

That’s what TV is for

 

War stands mixed with greed

My country ‘tis of thee

We’ve brought invasion home

Bad food drugs and bombs

For love of fellow man

Let us give a damn

 

9-11 to Ferguson

What have we done