The Feathers Lichfield

Elvis tribute, happy faces all around
Merry people in their own contentment
Where's my Johnny Cash? Where's my happy ending?
You were always on my mind.

3 Rings

Stafford council house Arts festival september 15 Saturday

Its not me, its you
This time its not about you
This time its about her
Not ready to commit - thats me not her
Not in this wholeheartedly
Standing outside looking in
Cause or effect
Response or action
Action or inaction
There are bubbles here

The Brown Lion Folk Club

Brown Lion Folk Club, Friday night
Beer gas is gone, cans only tonight
Carling in a can, because i can
Night is still yet early
You could say its still quite young
Guy on the guitar in the corner
Guess what, covering Neil Young
Pete and Dave, drinking beer
Shooting the breeze
Filling the gap between this one and the next one
Guess what, you're still not here

Hunstanton Lifestyles Festival - 16th July 2011 - Saturday Night

A camp site, not really a camp site
More of a cricket field with tents and vans and barbeques
The orange van is there, looking over the entrance
Watching the comings and goings
Drinking Carlsberg from bottles
Watching the smoke from the insence
Thinking about the bands to come
Cold beer
Sea front
Darkness
Stage
Lights
Music

Uttoxeter Acoustic Festival - Friday Night May 2012 7pm

Me and the van, the fridge whirring
Music all day, words trying to get out
No paper, no write
Words lost
Maybe more tomorrow
Write like others paint
Set the scene or put words to their music?

Waiting
Petie gone for a nap
Dave not here yet
Bed made
Wait for beer
She's here

Listen to Tolle, be in the present
Don't use the past to think about the future
Just be

If I had a million pounds

If I had a million pounds I'd spend each week night in a different bar. 

In a different town. 

B&B, restaurant, bar, live music. 

Each weekend would be a different festival, van, beer, music. 

No one would know me, no one would care. 

I'd just need to meet an angel in a roadside bar but until then....

Bath

Underground jazz underground. 

Or was it mainstream? I dont know, I don't even like jazz. 

Do I?

Day 93. Probably. Who's counting? 

Alcohol my constant friend to speed the nights by. 

Work to fill the day. 

Resent the empty weekends. 

Weekends wasted without you. 

Pass the time. 

Spend time. 

Waste time. 

Wasted time. 

Time I could have spent loving you. 

No time, only now. 

Black shadow hides just out of sight.  

I can see its edges waiting to swalllow me whole. 

Swallow my soul. 

Find a pit, find my hole, find my kitchen floor moment, the cold floor an antidote to deaths warm embrace. 

Slip away. 

Cold floor, hard hip, music plays, the hallway moves, the 50 ton daughters of the revolution. Move. 

Hard iron. Sharp steel. Soft skin. Hard floor. Where do we begin?

Lost. 

Yet space and time continue, mp3 on a loop, no clicking records end in the 21st century. 

No mix tape, no play list, just a lifetimes music in random. 

Dark, darkness falls. 

How long have I been here? 

How long will this last? 

How long? 

How? 

Why? 

There is no pain, you are receding. 

Life is there somewhere viewed through a dark tunnel. 

It's not pain, there is no pain but life is receding, numbed around its darkened edges.

Numbed to feeling, my soul pouring out of the hole in my heart. 

My life a puddle on the floor, soaking into the unfeeling ground. 

More beer.

Yellow Paper, Black Text

Yellow paper

Black text

White line blacktop Poster effect. 

Golden beer

Elevator music

Time passes nature selects

Alphabet Backwards Johnson perplexed

Wychwood wormwood 

Drink to forget

Beer festival Here festival

Beer festival here festival

Beer festival here now

Lichfield, cathedral of 3 spires

One for each of them

They know who they are, they haunt me through the night

Another beer, another festival

Beer festival here and now

This life will never be right. 

Hoppy and grassy aroma

A golden straw coloured beer

A shipwreck on a stormy sea

Sails rent from mast

It's just beer, it gets you drunk

But the effects never last. 

Don't get me wrong, there is no fear

Maybe that's the problem

There's just nothing here. 

Beer festival, here festival 

Its here and its here.