A cheeky Northern pub ballad about one pint, one lass, and one unforgettable night.
She came swingin’ in with boots untied... and nothing was ever the same.
Set in a village with heart, trouble, and just enough charm to make a man stay.

[LYRICS]

To town I came with no plan grand  
For peace, a pint, and village band.  
Took the lane for quiet grace  
Then Maggie tore up the place.

This lass Maggie came swingin’ through,  
With boots untied and trouble due.  
She gave the room her greetin’ glance,  
A nod, a wink, a half-done dance-

She caught my eye and held it still,  
A stranger’s face, a fresher thrill.  
She looked me over, head to heel,  
Then wandered up to strike a deal.

She laughed like sin and danced like grace,  
No thought, no pause, no savin’ face.  
One wink, one cheer, and all gave chase-
Then Maggie tore up the place.

I thought it banter, light and plain-
A village flirt, a drinkin’ game.  
A wee bit more than I’d ignore,  
As grins gave way to something more.

She laughed like sin and danced like grace,  
No thought, no pause, no savin’ face.  
One wink, one cheer, and all gave chase-
Then Maggie tore up the place.

Turns out this lass, all boots and flair,  
Spends her days with chalk and stare.  
A teacher wranglin’ bairns and lads,  
Who swaps the bell for pints and chats.

P’rhaps my peace was wrongly sought-
A bit o’ wild is what I ought.  
If trouble wears a smile that wide,  
I’ll chase it 'til she’s by my side.

So Maggie, lass, don’t slip away-
I reckon I’ll make home and stay.

She laughed like sin and danced like grace,  
No thought, no pause, no savin’ face.  
One wink, one cheer, and all gave chase-
Then Maggie tore up the place.

She laughed like sin and danced like grace,  
No thought, no pause, no savin’ face.  
One wink, one cheer, and all gave chase-
Then Maggie tore up the place.
  
O Maggie, lass, don’t slip away-
I reckon I’ll make home and stay.

When the Lass Maggie Tore Up the Place – A Pub Tale of Pints, Trouble and Grace

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I’ve always lived at the crossroads of music and poetry — where feeling becomes form, and melody turns memory into meaning. Whether it’s a lingering jazz note, a well-placed rhyme, or a shift in tempo that tells a deeper story, I’m drawn to that quiet magic where art reflects life with a little more style.

My roots are in classic music — the kind that doesn’t chase the moment but lingers with you long after the last note. Over time, that love expanded into poetry writing and jazz — especially the kind that swings, speaks, and smirks all at once. Jazz, to me, isn’t just a genre; it’s a personality. A conversation. A little tilt of the head and a grin that knows more than it says.

When I set out to create an album, it’s rarely just a collection of songs. I approach it like a personal playlist — one that drifts and flows as if the entire tracklist were one long, uninterrupted piece. Each track leans into the next, shifting mood, pace, or voice, but always carrying the same thread of feeling. I want you to listen the way I do — not as a shuffle of moments, but as a cinematic arc. One breath that lasts an hour.

Lyrically, my work is rooted in lived experience. Sometimes it’s obvious. Other times it’s just the skeleton of a memory, dressed up in wit, irony, or longing. I draw from real-life events, then let the poet in me twist, stretch, or sweeten them to taste. Depending on the tone of the album — playful, romantic, nostalgic, or something in between — I try to keep the emotional truth intact while giving it a fresh coat of creativity. A little humor where it fits. A deeper dive where it hurts.

My newest jazz album continues this tradition — short-lined swing tracks, conversational duets, and tongue-in-cheek storytelling. It’s an homage to late-night alleyway ballads, rooftop serenades, and train station goodbyes — all bound together with a sense of charm and cohesion. Each song is its own little scene, but together they tell a story — one you can revisit with each replay.

Thanks for stopping by my profile. I hope you find something that earns a spot on your repeat-play list — a melody, a lyric, or a moment that feels like it was written just for you.

When the Lass Maggie Tore Up the Place – A Pub Tale of Pints, Trouble and Grace

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