Climate Change (The Only Thing That Worries Me)

There's a beggar
In the city
He walks on his bare feet
His wife lies sick in the gutter
His daughter works the streets
But the beggar doesn't worry about those things
Poverty almost makes him sing!
You might find it strange
But the only thing that worries him
Is the threat from climate change

There's a worker
From Bangladesh
Building houses in Qatar
Football stadiums and hotels
Rising up to reach the stars
But the scaffold gives way and that's the end
For our worker and thousands of his friends
You might find it strange
But on their minds as they fell to death
Was the threat from climate change

There's a family man
In China
He's a slave in a factory
Making lots of plastic stuff
That's shipped to you and me
And the sweatshop's open day and night
Who cares about workers' rights?
You might find it strange
But the only thing that worries him
Is the threat from climate change

Little brother
Walking home
You're now on CCTV
When you stop for a hot dog
The authorities can see
The police reads your life like an open book
But hey! We can't let terrorists off the hook...
You might find it strange
But the only thing that worries him
Is the threat from climate change

These new cars
They are so smart
They don't need energy
Just use the socket on your wall
And charge the battery
They drive by themselves in a long steely chain
It almost looks like (what's it called....?) a railroad train!
It's hard to believe, but it's true:
Electricity is a magic thing
That appears out of the blue!

Climate Change (The Only Thing That Worries Me) - An original song

World Gone Wrong

Slippery Slidey

5am and the water slides on the pavement
slips like glycerin, shining to the black
shivering skin tight, squirms, withdraw, withdraw, withdraw
yellow and blue beams glance the scattered surface
Hard wetness, hard wetness, cold concrete hard wetness
splashing dead silence, alarms flood alarms
Leather soles, wet like skates
It's 5am, yellow beams shiver in the sliding air
close to you, stuck to you, it's all close to you
Tight and cold and wet, like fish upon your back
like fish upon your back

Slippery Slidey (with narration)

This is the first pass at a new song

All I Can Do In These Circumtances

In the morning when I wake beside you
I wonder whether I made it
Through the night
Or did I fall asleep alone
And open my eyes to an angel
In the afterlife?

I don’t know which one of the two
Just as long as my gaze can fall upon you


When you’re in my arms in the afternoon
I touch your face to be certain
That I still can
Or are you just a trick of the light
A case of wishful thinking 
For a deluded man?

All that I ask is if you’re not real
Then never stop me believing what I feel


At night time when the sun descends
I think about tomorrow
Will we still be here?
Or will the clocks freeze, will memories seize?
Will the pilot lights in our bodies
Just disappear?

All I can do in these circumstances
Is love you and carry on taking my chances

All I Can Do In These Circumstances

drums and bass and fiddle - JensJoel
guitars - Magnus

Desert Blues

A Bonnet River Over Ten Brain

Guitar 5avenue Godin Live Rec 85 Bpm 2022 03 24 M

A Job That Pays

This was a part of a concept album that never took off.  This is the young man going to work in the big factory that keeps the town alive. Years later the factory would close. But for this scene, things are looking up. 

Lyrics;
I've been flipping burgers.
For what seems a hundred years

My life was stuck in neutral
But now I'm changing gears

I got myself a job that pays
the place I need to be
I'm putting on a hard hat
Gonna work in a factory

Walk in with a hot cuppa joe
Lunch bucket too

Working that nine to five
Cause baby needs a new pair of shoes


Yeah I got myself a job that pays
It's the place I need to be
I'm putting on a hard hat
Gonna work in a factory


Maybe in a couple years
I'll get a big fat raise

it sure beats flipping burgers
Cause it's a job that pays

I got myself a job that pays
It's the place I need to be
I'm putting on a hard hat
Gonna work in a factory

Wear that blue collar
Making that dollar
Not a doctor not a lawyer
But I'm feeling ten feet taller

I'm gonna make my ol man proud
And be all I can be
No it's not the Army, but
I'm Working in a factory!

I got myself a job that pays
It's the place I need to be
I'm putting on that hard hat, baby
Go to work in a factory!

Call me the working man
Guess that's what I am!

A Job That Pays

Out of the Box May 2022
How does it feel?

Welcome To The Ghost Chair

Targets
lyrics & music by Kate Stanton
guitar by Garrett Kirby

You're like a diamond
from pressure and heat
they'll think they crushed you
like grapes under feet
so fine wine they will drink
keep shooting at your targets
cuz we'll dodge them...

I see you child.
Blossoming through the concrete. Open your window.

Your spark was dancing 
light on the rain
puddles that glisten 
christened in the pain
we don't sulk in defeat
there's beauty in the ashes
and we'll still love them.

I see you mother.
I see you sister.
I see you brother.
I see you father,
see you child.
Oh, I see you child.

You're like a diamond
from pressure and heat
they'll think they crushed you
like grapes under feet
so fine wine they will drink
keep shooting at your targets
cuz we'll dodge them...

Targets (feat. Garrett Kirby)

nightcrawler (work in progress demo)

My debut album, Time On My Own, is now available on bandcamp. You can find it at http://brokerjonathan.bandcamp.com There's a review of it here: 
http://www.folkwords.com/reviewarchive_90495.html
Long ago I wrote some songs which were rubbish so I tried some more. They were not much better so I kept at it. No one asked me to do this. The world was not short of good songs. It had shitloads already. It was only short of good songs by me. Other people didn't seem to mind about this in the slightest, but I found it bothered me, so I was trying to do something about it. I guess I still am. This page is where some of the more recent attempts to rectify an intolerable situation appear.

All I Can Do In These Circumstances

Broker Jonathan