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Fado(Harris)
02:23
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A wee poem what I wrote:
Nothing At All
(Lyrics Macfadyen-"A wee poem what I wrote")
I'd rather have love
And feel all the hurt
Than to have hate
And feel nothing at all
I'd rather have truth
And hear all the lies
Than heed to the silence
And hear nothing at all
I'd rather have joy
And to witness despair
Than lean to the dark
And see nothing at all
I'd rather have beauty
And to taste all that's crude
Than to wallow in bland
And taste nothing at all
I'd rather feel love
And be touched by the sad
Than to be swallowed by fear
And feel nothing at all
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New Year’s Eve 2022
(MUSINGS ON DEATH,GOD AND SEX AS IF A POEM BY JIM MORRISON)
After the collision he felt okay
Time was stretched to a point he couldn’t reach
“Lord Why was it me saved from the crash?”
talking through his pain to hope
Poems cannot capture promises
When words are best ruptured and dwarfed
The deepest State knows your face
while slogans game your pain
Those who know talk from the heart
She'll name you in her will if you comply
A state of grace so words can quickly turn ‘The End'
from a a poem to a statement of intent
In the Pavilion somehow it grimly echoes
The Doors rock Our Father with musical lust
And leave tranquility flayed like a window
Taste my sister’s flesh written in thought by woman
shining as might unbelievably treasures hating
The dormant Committee finds the dawn a cold sun
That 'Wish You Were Here” only feebly expresses
As peace is woven I stand damned by strength
writing this life’s business like a lover’s consciousness stream
Oblivion looks me in the eye and I'll praise whom ever you wish
like Mother Nature in the kitchen has untold power
That test I took which caused the rich virgin to succumb
That first midnight in my cold water flat
Blessed slumbers crept into her dreams
Slowly unlocked her rage at me
See once more her tears stain my belly
The quiet scream that pursed her cold lips
She sings in tongues sadly recalling cesspools
We know the Devil needs as must
The couture false dress from nothing woven
To impress the ambassador of greed
Children starving in the dark of fortune
Eat dust scraped from the floor
Their hearts call out “He is Risen”
No street sign points the way to desolation row
to be their sweet guide to the horrors of it all
Catholic mother’s pay little mind
Or sing to their children on the saint’s day
Cease to believe in His Love and rebirth
God can't just mistake evil for good (He's the fathers abusing these kids)
Standing open mouthed in the darkest of times
Lightning flashing like an old man’s kiss
The Thinker dwells on broken things
Kill the first born? Yes bitch yes
Tomorrow His drained glory fixes amputees
We worship the light of the world which cannot
Hear the young blessed cry
Kings of Heaven don’t gently smile
Believe or suffer His wrath
His will is to slay and the slain stay dead
Lo some call out wailing at the sky
What lies below is His blood
I suppose the end is just my smashed soul
A frightened man crouching in shadows
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Love(Harris)
06:01
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LOVE
Go away my young pretty face and take your sickness
There it is my Love I’ll make a fuss of your sick mess
I was thinking about your breasts, lips and thighs
It was as If I was hung amongst strangers devoid of eyes
The John Lennon's dark songs echo in my head
Dark gleaming moon beams illuminate the loveless dead
There is no chance for fools to love you as I do
No dreams can express how I feel inside about you
Homo sapiens are confused about all their stormy feelings
Joy should inspire it is a sacrifice of love’s dealings
Bedside solemn whispers lead to strong emotion
I confess but you run down all of my devotion
If you are hollow then take your saccharin tablet my sweet
For you have become bitter inside you're torn apart
The impermanence of serenity and the fleeting sense of love
I am the hand and you are the chain mail glove
New positions softly eat into our conjoined souls
And only lead to separation like magnetic poles
Was I stalking you like a jungle creature?
Or like an actor in a romantic feature?
The house is dark and we are together alone
Our wings are closed and we have entwined our bones
Sleep has dreamed us as real and content
But I know that he hides dream’s evil intent
We could wallow in this affair even though it’s a tissue of lies
It is unbelievable that we accept that the other never cries
Can we leave the other and step out seeking for truth
When we can neither recognise or accept the proof?
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The Music Police(Harris)
03:50
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The Music Police
The old guard drink cocktails by the pool
Last year’s hits forgotten so soon
Their members sworn to silence by their code
Whilst their admirers rush headlong to their doom
He was accused of being a genre traitor
Who killed the spirit of hybrid sound
Snow falls on the quiet city at evening
And no one notices the cold notes on the ground
It’s a new era which demands obedience to cash
You need a licence to perform all the notes
No musician escapes from this dictatorship
Why protest as they steal it from our throats
Let us celebrate the ancient ways and means
Our Country becomes a kleptocrats dream
Kristina died at a concert by the Music Police
Popular music banned and replaced by a scream
The streets are patrolled by the Music Police
Fanatics committed to the war on the wrong
Celebrate the new age with mass wordless chants
The two minute hate in a minor key song
Last night he Music Police released the drunk jazzman
Six days in a darkened damp noiseless cell
fireworks for the new year celebrations
The sound of bland melodies from hell
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Get To Nashville(Harris)
02:36
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Mr Hard To Get(Harris)
02:46
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Lazarus(Bowie)
04:03
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Brian Harris London, UK
I died in the Punk Wars you know ...guts hanging out on the barbed wire in the women's loo down the Roxy.
Recently described
as 'the West London Chris Difford', I still don't understand what that means-I'm the West London 'Me'!
Osmucon (Osaka Music Concern) is the label.
Snailpace Publishing
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