We all get there in the end, This is a light hearted look at getting older. much better than the alternative. 

Written, Performed by : Johnny Mc Farlane

Life's about Living

Life's about living

Will you love me still, when I'm old and grey

Think Again

Non bisogna vivere con la paura di soffrire ancora.  -Solo accettando il rischio si può davvero amare e vivere.  -Le delusioni non devono spegnere il desiderio di autenticità.  -Il coraggio di cercare emozioni vere dà senso alla vita.

Cerco rumore 

C'é il silenzio dentro il silenzio
Un miliardo o più di occasioni
Intenzioni che potrebbero andare
Se ora se dopo con tutti i miei se

la mia vita rapita dal vento
É alla ricerca di dolci emozioni 
E la rabbia che esplode nel petto
Prende a pugni le false e troppe illusioni

Perché io ho bisogno di stare
É una continua ricerca di me
In fondo in fondo ho bisogno di dare
Se ora se dopo con tutti i miei se

Io cerco rumore
Io cerco rumore di notte
Io cerco rumore
Lo cerco nel cuore mio

Nel mio io non sono un ribelle
Ho le frasi di senso compiuto
E mi fido di stimoli a pelle
Ma é come un prodotto comprato scaduto

Perché io ho bisogno di dare
É un bisogno che parla di te
In fondo in fondo ho bisogno di amare
Se ora se dopo con tutti i miei se

Io cerco rumore
Io cerco rumore di notte
Io cerco rumore
Lo cerco nel cuore mio

Io cerco rumore

I am a lorry

We know that love always brings the roses,  
Don’t leave your thorns, as your heart proposes.  
Getting hurt isn’t worth it, it always brings pain,  
And I wish this world wouldn’t suffer again. 

You’ve seen that the blind can still find their sight,  
That the deaf can hear words in the still of the night.  
Metti in moto la moto, even if there’s no fuel,  
My heart’s in a frenzy, though you’re far from this duel.  

Life is a mess, with or without hue,  
You blend every color and turn it all blue.  
You’ve seen that war isn’t always the way,  
Remember that loving will always repay.  

I know you’re a teacher,  
A city Medusa,  
A controversial Venus  
Who won’t let the world seduce her.  
A simple arriviste  
Dressed up in pride,  
A land to be conquered  
But already compromised.  

I am a lorry  
Racing to you,  
And when I am near  

I won’t touch the brakes, it’s true

I am a lorry

“This song is for all of us writers who sometimes lose inspiration.”

“ Questa canzone è per tutti noi scrittori che, a volte, perdiamo l’ispirazione”.

Emozioni
È strano, non ho niente da dire  
Il fiume di parole è fermo  
Come un lago che si specchia nel cielo  
Scorre solo la mia vita silenziosa

È strano, la mia penna è immobile  
Muta come una roccia in fondo al mare  
I miei pensieri volano liberi  
Ma non si posano su nessuna emozione

Emozioni, la vita è fatta di emozioni  
Emozioni, belle o brutte  
La vita apatica non fa per me  
Vorrei un carico di emozioni

Mi manca il vento che scompiglia i sogni  
Un temporale che scuota il mio cuore  
Mi manca il brivido di una notte insonne  
Un po’ di fuoco che scaldi le parole.

Resto qui, in questa calma apparente  
Aspettando che qualcosa mi sorprenda  
Che una scintilla accenda la mia mente  
 torni a danzare lenta.

Emozioni, la vita è fatta di emozioni  
Emozioni, dolci o amare  
Meglio piangere che restare fermi  
Meglio sentire che non provare.

Emozioni, la vita è fatta di emozioni  
Emozioni, dolci o amare  
Meglio piangere che restare fermi  
Meglio sentire qualcosa in fondo al cuore.

Emozioni

I come to the temple of dawn,
And everywhere is running water
Trickling down the walls,
In the courtyards are
Pools full of silence,
Reflecting sunlight on stone.

The silent eyes of monk cells stare down,
Seeking patiently across the centuries,
Emptiness of mind.
Born to a humble path,
Holding a simple staff,
Walking mindful through dawn

How long will it be,
'til I see the golden light?
How long 'til the long night is over?
So many stars,
We're so small against the sky.
I long to return to Beloved.

The path leads me to an ancient room,
Where darkness bleeds from the mountain's womb,
And there are flowers strewn upon
A crude stone alter.
Hewn of the living rock,
The room of an ancient god
Beneath the mountain of dawn.

I'm struck by a foreign god,
That uses my skull as a lightning rod.
I never should have trod
The sentient pathway.
One frail mortal,
Drawn through the portal
Into the emptiness of dawn.

How long will it be
'til I see the golden light?
How long 'til the long night is over?
So many stars,
We're so small against the sky.
I'm on my return to Beloved.

Temple of Dawn

                   

the song is metaphorical...not biographical 

Princess Margaret                                                                                    
The pageant begins, now court is in session
I bow to your Grace, that look on your face,
the serpent uncoils.
                                                                       
Its venom released, the cameras don’t see it.
No word out of place, alone in this space, how could we be royals?

Just as Princess Margaret tried 
to find a place to ride.                                                               Put out on parade, she could not be saved
Her dog days are through
She danced in the night
Then gave in to the fight  
So when you play the Queen
I'll be the Princess Margaret for you 

The royal blue, this tainted luxury. 
Just like the fear, I keep inside of me. 
We’ll keep our distance, just like the monarchy.                                                                      
When you play the Queen, I'll be the Princess Margaret for you

Here comes the Prince, you know the one ‘cross the ocean.
Changing his name, he found future and fame, then something to do.

And like the soon to be King, he’s been waiting forever.
It’s really too much, this brief human touch, he gives me and you.


Princess Margaret tried,
To find a place to hide.
The royal parade, she could not be saved,
Her dog days are through.
She danced in the night.
Then gave in to the fight.
So when you play the Queen, 
I'll be the Princess Margaret for you.

That jewel you crave, our crown of destiny.
These games we play, you’ve got to ride with me.
Wave to the crowds, cause they can't really see,
How you play the Queen and I play the Princess Margaret for you.
You play the Queen and I'll be the Princess Margaret for you. 




Princess Margaret

Dear friends - Chlorophyll is also our friend - it absorbs carbon dioxide and uses sunlight to make wood. Scientists are increasingly emphasizing the importance of preserving the greenery on Earth. Trees also provide shade, coolness and retain moisture in the soil. Trees are the climate's friend! At the same time, I would like to tell you what my grandfather taught me: chew each bite at least ten times so you don't get fat and have no stomach problems - and - save on electricity!!

Quietly the River Flows

Quietly the river flows under the green embrace 
of the willow trees whose leaves are moving with the wind
and birds like to catch all the flies swarming around here
and under the trees a lot of children have
gathered here to learn
all to know about our nature

They all lose their breath when they see the greenery
over the stream that sparkles by the morning sun
they enjoy their life and they can’t understand why
that not everyone are able to see this 
wonderful show
that are created for all of us

And they listen to the words given from their teacher
that say how it is when everything is falling down
how nature react - during the years that lie ahead of us 
it is magical how - nature swallow all the
carbon dioxide 
that we people have let out in the world
It is a magical sight to see these green leaves here

Lyrics in Swedish

Tyst flyter floden

Tyst flyter floden under den gröna famnen
av pilträden vars löv rör sig med vinden
och fåglar gillar att fånga alla flugor som svärmar omkring här
och under träden har många barn
samlats här för att lära sig
allt att veta om vår natur

De tappar alla andan när de ser grönskan
över bäcken som glittrar i morgonsolen
de njuter av sitt liv och de kan inte förstå varför
att inte alla kan se denna
underbara show
som är skapad för oss alla

Och de lyssnar på orden från sin lärare
som säger hur det är när allt faller ner
hur naturen reagerar - under de år som ligger framför oss
det är magiskt hur - naturen sväljer all
koldioxid
som vi människor har släppt ut i världen
Det är en magisk syn att se dessa gröna löv här

Quietly the River Flows - 2025-07-13 14.27

Dear friends, we have seen many videos from Gaza, but I have never seen a flower there. Nor any green trees - only ruins!

Where do the Flowers Bloom

They sent their kids to the place where they
have heard is help
but they did not realise the danger
for the kids when they seek for
something to eat because hell is here
They have to run through the streets
between volleys of fires from soldiers guns
But where can we see them bloom, the flowers in our world

In other parts of the world we see
healthy children play 
under green trees with birds who are singing
for all kids who are stopping to
listen to their song since they live where they
take peace for granted when they are out on the 
streets also when the night has come
But where can we see them bloom, the flowers in our world

The nature gives so much life to all
of us who live
on this planet whereever we may be
it’s also for the people who are un-
lucky to be in the middle of disgusting hell
but they will raise and show everybody 
that the peoples wish is powerfull 
But where can we see them bloom, the flowers in our world

Lyrics in Swedish

Var slår blommorna ut

De skickade sina barn till den plats där de
har hört talas om hjälp
men de insåg inte faran
för barnen när de letar efter
något att äta eftersom helvetet är här
De måste springa genom gatorna
mellan eldsalvor från soldaters vapen
men var kan vi se dom slå ut, blommorna i vår värld


I andra delar av världen ser vi
friska barn leka
under gröna träd med fåglar som sjunger
för alla barn som stannar upp för att
lyssna på deras sång eftersom de bor där de
tar fred för given när de är ute på
gatorna även när natten har kommit
men var kan vi se dom slå ut, blommorna i vår värld


Naturen ger så mycket liv till alla
oss som lever
på denna planet var vi än må vara
det är också för de människor som har
otur att befinna sig mitt i det vidriga helvetet
men de kommer att resa sig och visa alla
att folkets önskan är kraftfull
men var kan vi se dom slå ut, blommorna i vår värld

Where do the Flowers Bloom - 2025-08-13 18.02

Hallelujah in a Dirty Dress

When the sun goes down
In a quiet town
The streets are dark
Not a soul around
In a quiet town
At the foot of a 
Round and rolling hill
The shops are closed 
And the streets are still
In a quiet town

The moon’s alone not a dog in sight
It’s the quiet start to a quiet night
In a quiet town

The shades are drawn
Like a silhouette
The oven’s hot
And the table’s set
For the daily bread
Children go on
About their day
They eat then
Take their plates away
And it’s time for bed

Mom and dad 
Read by candlelight
It’s a quiet time on a quiet night
In a quiet town

The half moon whispers
A secret hymn
As streetlights go
From bright to dim
In a foggy crown
When the day has made 
One final sweep
They close their eyes
And go to sleep
In a quiet town

All artifice
Starts to fall away
It’s the quiet end to a quiet day 
In a quiet town

Quiet Town

I'm putting up new original material on my Spotify channel https://open.spotify.com/artist/2PtcG937rHfQWJwv0Zi4um?si=t1ppLngORgmuqz9qeoDOzw 
Mostly original tracks, a few covers here and there. Thank you for even getting this far. Thoughts, opinions, suggestions all welcome. It's pretty lonely out here toiling over every sound wave and grubby plugin. Any feedback is appreciated and if you've got a track you want me to hear send it over - what comes around goes around etc. A huge shout out to Len Rice for all his production suggestions on this and other tracks of mine - a true expert, check him out https://soundcloud.com/lenrice
One day I hope to get some collaborations going and a far off dream is to re awaken all these tracks in a live environment with a live band and maybe even a live audience. For now the dream keeps me going. Thanks for listening.

I'm trying to use as much real instrumentation as possible: a Taylor and a Norman acoustic guitars, a Fender Strat Roadhouse that goes out of tune if I even look at it, a cheap Vintage mandolin that hurts to play and listen to, an 80 year old zither banjo that screams 'I was never destined for this' and a borrowed Aria Pro II bass that a friend can never be bothered to take home on the bus. Synths are a plasticky Roland FA06 and a fun but dumb Korg minilogue. Throw in some Native Instruments software primarily for smoochy piano and strings, a £15 melodica full of tramp spit, some harps in impossible tunings, and a box of percussion and assorted prehistoric flints (are you really still reading this??). 

All recorded on Logic Pro X on an ancient iMac that is going to explode any minute and take my entire oeuvre with it. And most likely burn the house down.

Think Again

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