
lil ghost in winter





The wind turns like a dagger, the rain falls like a hammer
The sky has grown dark but it’s not too late
The weather crashes down, what’s lost cannot be found
The night is closing but it’s not too lateIt’s not too late, it’s not too late
It’s not too late, it’s not too late
The atmosphere is lethal but I will fear no evilThe ocean rolls like thunder, the tempest pulls us under
The dogs are howling but it’s not too late
As broken structures rust, false idols turn to dust
All lies in ashes but it’s not too lateIt’s not too late, it’s not too late
It’s not too late, it’s not too late
The atmosphere is lethal but I will fear no evilIn the dark before the dawn, the echo of the siren song
Dies away like a ghost, as the day breaksIt’s not too late, it’s not too late
It’s not too late, it’s not too late
The atmosphere is lethal but I will fear no evil

Never stop the car on a drive in the dark
Never look for the truth in your mother’s eyes
Never trust the sound of rain upon a river
Rushing through your earsArriving somewhere but not here
Did you imagine the final sound as a gun?
Or the smashing windscreen of a car?
Did you ever imagine the last thing you’d hear as you’re fading out was a song?All my designs, simplified
And all of my plans, compromised
All of my dreams, sacrificedEver had the feeling you’ve been here before?
Drinking down the poison the way you were taught
Every thought from here on in your life begins
And all you knew was wrong?Arriving somewhere but not here
All my designs, simplified
And all of my plans, compromised
All of my dreams, sacrificedDid you see the red mist block your path?
Did the scissors cut a way to your heart?

I been in a cave
For forty days
Only a spark
To light my way
I wanna give out
I wanna give in
This is our crime
This is our sinBut I still believe
I still believe
Through the pain
And through the grief
Through the lives
Through the storms
Through the cries
And through the wars
Oh, I still believeFlat on my back
Out at sea
Hopin’ these waves
Don’t cover me
I’m turned and tossed
Upon the waves
When the darkness comes
I feel the graveBut I still believe
I still believe
Through the cold
And through the heat
Through the rain
And through the tears
Through the crowds
And through the cheers
Oh, I still believeI’ll march this road
I’ll climb this hill
Upon on my knees
If I have to
I’ll take my place
Up on this stage
I’ll wait ’til the end of time
For you like everybody elseI’m out on my own
Walkin’ the streets
Look at the faces
That I meet
I feel like I
Like I want to go home
What do I feel
What do I knowBut I still believe
I still believe
Through the shame
And through the grief
Through the heartache
Through the tears
Through the waiting
Through the yearsFor people like us
In places like this
We need all the hope
That we can get
Oh, I still believe

You only fuck for love
Told me you could never get enough
Posing as a Playboy centerfold
You could be my Penthouse Pet, I knowYou make me think of storms on the beaches
With all the lights offEverything is wrong, but it’s alright
You’re the only good thing in my lifeDo what your heart desires
Love is always strange when it just starts
Shouldn’t have a care left in the world
Naked, tanning by the swimming pool…Laying in the sun,
Never need to tell me when you come
Because you know that I can just feel it

Let me bring you songs from the wood:
To make you feel much better than you could know
Dust you down from tip to toe
Show you how the garden grows
Hold you steady as you go
Join the chorus if you can:
It’ll make of you an honest man
Let me bring you love from the field:
Poppies red and roses filled with summer rain
To heal the wound and still the pain
That threatens again and again
As you drag down every lover’s lane
Life’s long celebration’s here
I’ll toast you all in penny cheer
Let me bring you all things refined:
Galliards and lute songs served in chilling ale
Greetings well met fellow, hail!
I am the wind to fill your sail
I am the cross to take your nail:
A singer of these ageless times
With kitchen prose and gutter rhymes
Songs from the wood – make you feel much better
Songs from the wood
Let me bring you love from the field:
Poppies red and roses filled with summer rain
To heal the wound and still the pain
That threatens again and again
As you drag down every lovers’ lane
Life’s long celebration’s here
I’ll toast you all in penny cheer

There’s no time for us,
There’s no place for us,
What is this thing that builds our dreams, yet slips away from us.Who wants to live forever,
Who wants to live forever
There’s no chance for us,
It’s all decided for us,
This world has only one sweet moment set aside for us.Who wants to live forever,
Who dares to love forever,
When love must die.But touch my tears with your lips,
Touch my world with your fingertips,
And we can have forever,
And we can love forever,
Forever is our today,
Who wants to live forever,
Who wants to live forever,
Forever is our today,
Who wants forever anyway?
This post starts a new series of images. An evolution from the previous week. Darker. Moodier. Yet wherever there is faintest light there is some hope.
For these images I removed all color except the red tones and added a sepia filter.

“October, and the trees are stripped bare of all they wear
What do I care?
October, and kingdoms rise and kingdoms fall
but you go on
and on”


Sure we need to be careful but use common sense. Hygiene is important. If you follow basic common sense you’ll be fine. Enjoy your life. After all this life could be your last.

What are we losing? What are we giving up?
“Keep a distance of 6 feet between you and others”
“don’t touch each other”
“wear a mask”
In short, don’t kiss, shake hands or fuck.

With the Coronavirus there is a full-blown panic here in the US as a complete failure of leadership continues to be the real plague on our country. This panic has resulted in empty store shelves, events cancelled on a large scale, nothing is permitted where a group of 50 or more may gather. “Wartime” curfew 9pm. Is this how we finally lose our freedom? Is this how government will control us? What happened to “freedom of assembly”? Will it ever be restored? Will we finally rise up? Or, will we remain comfortably numb?
My cell has windows and a doors but I AM NOT FREE!
A brand new image.

If this Corona Virus will teach us anything – it is that when it comes to human experience – the best of all possible futures is a dystopia for the majority and a utopia for the minority of survivors. That said, I prefer to think of the future as not written in stone. I like Bob Marley’s sound advice
“…don’t worry about a thing, ’cause everything’s gonna be alright”
and Michael Franti – don’t panic – Stay Human – spend less time looking suspiciously at each other and more time looking out FOR each other.
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What a way to wrap up the first full week of March. Spring is right around the corner. For those who follow me and like my work the music today is for you.






