David G

Almost (David G)
lyrics ©David G
image by Meta AI
music by Suno AI

Almost (DavidG)

Almost any matter 
almost every act
Has been made 
then re-arranged 
to make us feel intact.

One lonely figure
Points a crooked finger
At those who stare 
and those who care 
for those who dare to linger.

Burn baby burn.  
You'll never learn
A strange word 
with a foreign name
Has undermined 
your living brain.
You're losing your grip - 
memories have slipped
No facts remain.

Almost any hour 
In almost every day
Things are made 
then re-arranged 
to make us feel this way.

If you think 
that I am tumbling. 
If you think 
that I am falling
You should know 
that Ive been calling
your name 
Whose name?

When you feel 
that you are rushing
headlong 
with fingers clutching
Your hand in my hand. 
How can this be?

Almost any matter
almost every act
Has been made 
then re-arranged 
to make us feel intact.

Burn baby burn.
You'll never learn
A strange word 
with a foreign name
Has undermined 
your living brain.






Almost (David G)

Dusting Off (David G)
lyrics ©David G
music by Suno AI
image by Meta AI


Light , bright,  winter sun is shining, in my eyes
    How I long for, days of fun and pleasure, without ties
    Loneliness and dreariness
    Make my life so meaningless and grim
    It’s a sin.

Radiation’s not a healthy thing I read it in the news
    But I think I’ll have one last fling
    I’m  dusting off my blues.

Hard work’s , a Spaniard , the trawler man declares
    Inside the ‘Old Turk’s Head’ ,  a bed,  is prepared
    Warm the cockles of the heart
    Make you feel that you’re a part, of a plan
    A valued man.

Radiation’s not a healthy thing I read it in the news
    But I think I’ll have one last fling
    I’m - dusting off my blues.

Land ho, with sweet hellos, and sad goodbyes
    One last chance to feel the sun and see blue skies
    Salad days and holidays
    Rid us of  our cold, cold ways  
    Cancer risks from sun beds soar
    As pale-faced Brits beg for more heat
    It’s such a treat.

Radiation’s not a healthy thing I read it in the news
    But I think I’ll have one last fling
    I’m dusting off my blues.


Dusting Off (David G)

On My Own (David G)
lyrics ©David G
music by Suno AI
image by Meta AI

On My Own (David G)

I was walkin' - walkin' on my own
I was thinkin' - thinking -˜bout my home
If - I could make you happy
It - would make me make it snappy

And I - would be seeing you later
But now - It's see you later alligator.
I'm assumin' - you feel just like I do
I'm presumin' - that you and me are through

If - you change your mind now
Too late - -˜cos we'll never find how
We - could get back together
I do - has become never never.

Yes. I'm broken hearted now - that we are parted
But I don't know why - I can't seem to cry.
I feel cheated - the love we had is gone
Feel defeated - you've left me on my own

My - arms don't enfold you
Cos I - no longer want to hold you
And I - am telling you frankly
That I - don't want no hanky panky

Yes. I'm broken hearted now - that we are parted
But I don't know why - I can't seem to cry.
Yes. I'm broken hearted now - that we are parted
But I don't know why - I can't seem to cry.

On My Own (David G)

This House (David G)
lyrics ©David G
image by Meta AI
music by Suno AI

This House (David G)

The un-discussed turns us to fools 
Pain & trust make their own rules 
This house slips – into its dream 

Hush now did you hear it?
A small sound on the breeze
Some how you’ve come to fear it

This house 
This house

Speaking - becomes a mutter 
Creaking - floors and beams 
Breathing – with heart a flutter 
This house slips (sweetly) into (so deeply) its dream

So cold……
so cold……
this house…..
is so cold

Ice forms, rain falls
Footsteps, in empty halls
Pounding - pleading 
Somewhere, a voice calls

Mummy daddy
Is there a baddy
Creeping up on me

The unconfirmed fills us with dread
And we must go to where we are led            
This house knows what it needs

Hush now can you hear it?
A small sound on the breeze
Oh how we’ve come to fear it

This house 
This house

Speaking - becomes a mutter 
Seeking – what might have been 
Seeping – blood to gutter

This house - sleeps (sweetly) 
inside (so deeply)
its dream.

                                                                                                              



This House (David G)

Help Please (David G)
lyrics ©David G
image and music by Song AI

Help Please (David G)

Did I ever tell you why I can’t stay
A broken heart & broken dreams it seems - they won’t - go away
I’m on my knees – give me help please.

Less is more they say – all through the night
Once more unto the fray – my sweet, sweet delight
If you love me - then you will see…

That I don’t have to hurry - home - when you’re away
An empty heart, an empty doorway -makes me - feel afraid
I’m on my knees – give me help please

Help, please
Help, please

This life is so ordinary – but the truth will tell
My life will be seen by many as one long yell
If you love me - then you will see…

That I have no intention to cry or to crawl
And death by misadventure makes fools of us all
I’m on my knees – give me help please
Down on my knees – I’m beggin’ please
If you love me – give me release.

Help, please
Help, please


Help Please (David G)

This House (alternate version) (David G)
lyrics ©David G
image by Meta AI
music by Suno AI

This House (David G)

The un-discussed turns us to fools
Pain & trust make their own rules
This house slips – into its dream

Hush now did you hear it?
A small sound on the breeze
Some how you’ve come to fear it

This house
This house

Speaking - becomes a mutter
Creaking - floors and beams
Breathing – with heart a flutter
This house slips (sweetly) into (so deeply) its dream

So cold……
so cold……
this house…..
is so cold

Ice forms, rain falls
Footsteps, in empty halls
Pounding - pleading
Somewhere, a voice calls

Mummy daddy
Is there a baddy
Creeping up on me

The unconfirmed fills us with dread
And we must go to where we are led
This house knows what it needs

Hush now can you hear it?
A small sound on the breeze
Oh how we’ve come to fear it

This house
This house

Speaking - becomes a mutter
Seeking – what might have been
Seeping – blood to gutter

This house - sleeps (sweetly)
inside (so deeply)
its dream.

This House (alternate version) (David G)

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