"Zeppelin Over Tipton"

1.⁠ ⁠In Tipton town as day grew dim,
   The workers trudged, tired and grim.
   A distant roar filled folk with fright,
   Through fire and fear, we held on tight.

2.⁠ ⁠The Zeppelin loomed, a beast of war,
   Its bombs rained down with mighty roar.
   Union Street crumbled, homes laid low,
   Through fire and fear, we held on so.

3.⁠ ⁠In Tivoli, pints stood untouched,
   As men rushed out, by duty clutched.
   Fourteen souls lost, gone in a flash,
   Through fire and fear, we stood steadfast.

4.⁠ ⁠Thomas Morris ran home in dread,
   To find his world in ruin spread.
   Wife and children, now with the Lord,
   Through fire and fear, we still endured.

5.⁠ ⁠Dawn revealed our town transformed,
   Faces sooted, hearts forlorn.
   Yet from the ashes, hope still gleamed,
   Through fire and fear, we stood redeemed.

Bridge:
   A hundred years have come and gone,
   But we remember that grim dawn.
   When war reached out and struck our door,
   And changed our lives forevermore.
   Old Tipton's tale, we'll always tell,
   Of how united, we prevailed.

6.⁠ ⁠Now Tipton stands, unbowed and strong,
   A testament to righting wrong.
   When Zeppelins brought the Great War home,
   Through fire and fear, we weren't alone.

Zeppelin Over Tipton - The Night of 31 January 1916

This song is for you, sitting there with an empty page, feeling like it's all over. Maybe you can't find the words, or the brush won't move, or life's left you in a dark corner. But listen - it's not the end. Not if you believe you can take one more step. Sometimes, all it takes is a deep breath and a moment of patience. Before you know it, the words start flowing, the colours return, and you're moving again. This song is a reminder that every ending can be a new beginning if you give yourself the chance to start over.

"Every End Is A Beginning"

Verse 1:
Dust settles on empty shelves
Where stories once found home
The final page has turned now
On all that I have known
But in the silence of goodbye
A whisper catches light
Could there be more to write?

Chorus:
Every end is a beginning
Though the path ahead's unclear
In the closing of one chapter
A new story can appear
You've just got to start believing
That you're able to move on
Every end is a beginning
Our journey just begun

Verse 2:
With trembling hands I pick up pen
And notebook clutched so tight
In circles of new faces
I find the strength to write
The words don't always come with ease
But as each page unfolds
A new tale starts to grow

(Repeat Chorus)

Bridge:
Sometimes the story we're meant to tell
Is hidden in our heart
It takes a leap of courage
To give that tale its start
But every word we write
Builds a bridge to what's ahead

(Repeat Chorus)

Every End Is A Beginning

The Last Lesson: A Tale of Rome's Twilight

Verse 1:
In ancient Rome, a teacher wise
Lucius by name, with weary eyes
He walks the halls of faded glory
To share with youth the empire's story

Verse 2:
For thirty years he'd shaped young minds
With virtues strong and truths divine
But now he wonders, heart grown cold
If ancient wisdom still holds gold

Chorus:
In shadowed halls where whispers dwell
You see the truth that none dare tell
As Rome descends, the nobles sell
Their honour for a safe farewell

Verse 3:
The Flavian villa, once so grand
Now crumbling stones and barren land
Where treasures gleamed and silk once hung
Now only echoes of what's done

Verse 4:
One day the noble Marcus came
With news that brought them both to shame
"The Visigoths have made their offer
To save ourselves, we must now suffer"

(Chorus)

Verse 5:
"They want me as advisor now
To guide them as Rome takes its bow
They promise safety, wealth, and more
If I but open up the door"

Verse 6:
Lucius asked, "What will you do?
Our Rome, our honour - see it through?"
But Marcus, with a bitter laugh,
Said, "Honour's led us to this path"

(Chorus)

Verse 7:
"Look around you," Marcus cried
"Our streets run wild, our soldiers hide
The barbarians knock upon our gate
Perhaps it's time to change our fate"

Verse 8:
The teacher felt his old heart break
For all that time could not unmake
He thought of students long since gone
And wondered what it was all for

(Chorus)

Verse 9:
"I cannot tell you what to do
I'm just a teacher, tried and true
But remember what Rome once stood for
Law, arts, and knowledge - nothing more"

Verse 10:
Marcus clasped his old friend's arm
"You've been our conscience, our good charm
Whatever comes, I want you to know
Your wisdom's helped our family grow"

(Chorus)

Verse 11:
The teacher turned to face his class
Young faces bright, untouched by past
He vowed to keep Rome's wisdom strong
Through lessons taught, traditions long

Verse 12:
For as empires rise and fall away
The seeds of knowledge find a way
In young minds taught to question why
Rome's legacy will never die

(Chorus)

The Last Lesson

Turning my love for Clarkson's Farm into a song! From runaway sheep to Kaleb's eye rolls, here's a tune about everyone's favourite farmer-in-training. Grab your wellies and enjoy! 🚜 

Diddly Squat's Got The Plot

Verse 1:
There's a man in the Cotswolds with a grand farming scheme
Bought a Lamborghini tractor, though he can't drive straight it seems
His neighbour Kaleb's pulling hair out, screaming "That's not how it's done!"
But our Jeremy keeps trying, turning farming into fun

Chorus 1:
(He's learning farming life)
The tractors won't behave
The sheep have run away
Lisa's shaking her head in the farm shop every day
But he's giving it a go
Through the rain and snow
Making Diddly Squat into quite a proper show

Verse 2:
His sheep are on a mission, they're escaping every night
Jumping fences, crossing highways, giving everyone a fright
He's chasing them through meadows in his city-slicker boots
While Kaleb stands there watching, saying "Bloody hell, you're hopeless!"

Chorus 2:
(Now the farming life's got worse)
The tractors still won't steer
The sheep won't stay too near
And Gerald's speaking words that no one else can hear
But he's learning day by day
Though things don't go his way
Making Diddly Squat the talk of Chipping Norton they say

Bridge:
Now the farm shop's got a queue round the bend
Selling potatoes at prices that Lisa can't defend
But underneath all the mayhem, something special's going on
This city boy's becoming quite the farmer before long

Final Chorus:
(Now the farming life makes sense)
The tractors sometimes work
The sheep still go berserk
But he's growing proper veg in English countryside dirt
And though Kaleb still might shout
There's no room left for doubt
That Diddly Squat's become what farming's all about

Final Verse:
'Til we see what mad adventures series four will bring
More tractors in the ditches and chickens on the wing
Our farmer Jeremy's out there plotting his next scheme
Making British farming funnier than anyone could dream!

Diddly Squat's Got The Plot

Under Neon Lights

Get Up And Dance

"Dead Tomorrow"

[Verse 1]
Tick-tock, tick-tock, the clock’s your master
Run the rat race, just to die faster
Suits and ties, they own your soul
Buy the dream, but it’s all controlled

[Pre-Chorus]
Swipe the card, sign your fate
Trade your time, die too late

[Chorus]
Live your life, don’t wait for later!
Dead tomorrow, dead tomorrow!
All your gold won’t make it better
Dead tomorrow, dead tomorrow!

[Verse 2]
Status junkies, slaves to numbers
Work till death, sleep in dumpsters
Plastic smiles, empty thrills
Chase the high, drown in bills

[Chorus]
Live your life, don’t wait for later!
Dead tomorrow, dead tomorrow!
All your gold won’t make it better
Dead tomorrow, dead tomorrow!

[Bridge]
You had a dream—where the hell did it go?
Buried in paychecks, lost in the show
They sell you a leash and call it a crown
But you're still breathing—so burn it all down!

[Final Chorus]
Live your life, don’t wait for later!
Dead tomorrow, dead tomorrow!
All your gold won’t make it better
Dead tomorrow, dead tomorrow!

[Outro] (Drums solo fading out, last shout!)
Dead! Dead! Dead! DEAD TOMORROW!

Dead Tomorrow

[Verse 1]
The light spills in a golden thread
Across my floor by where I tread
Steam curls slow from my old mug
Like a memory I can’t unplug

[Verse 2]
Old echoes stir behind closed eyes
Soft regrets in morning’s disguise
The Midlands sky is painted low
Grey and heavy
A tale it’ll show

[Chorus]
It’s the hush before the world begins
Where silence speaks of might-have-beens
One strong cup
And I breathe in deep
The sun don’t lie
And dreams don’t sleep

[Verse 3]
The clock ticks loud
It marks the time
But my heart beats its own quiet rhyme
The day’s a blank
A canvas bare
I’ll paint it bold
I’ll place it there

[Bridge]
The roads are calling
Soft and wide
A whispered pull
No place to hide
Yet here I sit
My thoughts take root
A fleeting moment
Sweet and mute

[Chorus]
It’s the hush before the world begins
Where silence speaks of might-have-beens
One strong cup
And I breathe in deep
The sun don’t lie
And dreams don’t sleep

Morning Echoes - Midland Blues

"City Lights Behind"

Genre: Rock
Perspective: First Person
Mood: Joyful Euphoria

Verse 1
Can’t wait till Friday night
Same old news, same old fight
They talk, but I’m not here
My mind is shifting gear

Chorus
Dust is flying, wheels are loud
Leaving behind the static crowd
No more rules and no more signs
Freedom's roaring in my mind

Verse 2
Not for me the TV glow
Or sipping soup while stories slow
Give me stars and engine sound
Cold night air and open ground

Chorus
Dust is flying, wheels are loud
Leaving behind the static crowd
No more rules and no more signs
Freedom's roaring in my mind

Bridge
City lights are far behind
I’m alone but I don’t mind
Just me, this road, and sky so wide
Nothing left I need to hide

Final Chorus (Optional Double Chorus for Live Energy)
Dust is flying, wheels are loud
Leaving behind the static crowd
No more rules and no more signs
Freedom's roaring in my mind

Freedom’s roaring in my mind
Yeah, freedom’s roaring in my mind!

City Lights Behind

Neverland Parade

Father, photographer, and dreamer. Though not a professional musician, I'm a writer fueled by a passion for books and poetry.

My creations blend AI-generated music and vocals with my original texts. These words often paint pictures of what I see and feel. Sometimes, I lend my voice to the voiceless - be it birds unable to speak for themselves or long-gone souls echoing in the depths of my own.

Join me on this unique auditory journey.

Tomasz 'Amigo' Lewandowski

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