Alive in Palestine
I was scrolling through Facebook one day, and as is often the case, I happened upon a photograph that had been shared by one of my FB friends, it was an image of a man in torn clothes walking through the streets of Palestine carrying what looked like meat in a plastic carrier bag, and the caption below read "man collects the remains of his young son, killed in a rocket attack" this image and the thought of anyone in any war in any land losing a loved one affected me so much I immediately began thinking what it must be like to be born alive in Palestine, war is a business, a bankable commodity profiting the elite few at the cost of many, I felt unable to hold back my pen and paper, and I had to write this song

Track 01 - Alive In Palestine

Just a Friend (facebook song) 
this happened to me on face book not too long ago, and as the saying goes ! I had to write a song about it, 
I tried to make friends with too many people at one time and the friend police got heavy and banned me for 14 days from making friends

Just A Friend (Facebook Song)

Jobs no More 
I wrote part of this song many years ago when the cotton mills closed down in and around Manchester and Lancashire, 
Myself and many people lost everything, and as time went by the song evolved with it, the social landscape melted into the stagnant postindustrial apocalypse we have adjusted to today,  
With few job opportunities, and the demise of workers’ rights, young people are leaving school today faced with zero hour contracts and minimum wage, never knowing of the days when we all had a job’s in different way’s

Jobs No More

CLICHÉ RIDE 
In life we all know someone who has fallen to the scourge of addiction, my personal experiences are sad reminders of a terrible sense of loss, And as the cool images of rock and roll and movies fade, so fades the health and wellbeing of wasted souls, And in some cases the loss of life is all too real, 
The millionaire celebrity cushioned in $1000 per hour rehab is a far cry from the poor deluded teenager dying in a derelict crack house with a needle in his arm, this song is for all the lost souls, and the souls we can save with the truth

Cliche Ride

The Open Road 
this song came from a feeling I often have as the rider of the iron horse, anyone who has had, or still has a motorcycle will at some point in time just wanted to strap a sleeping bag to the handle bars and load up the saddlebags and just ride off into the sunset free to chase the wind and all the adventures the open road can bring

The Open Road

High Maintenance, 
There is a musician I know who shall forever remain nameless, He fell for a woman who played him like a fish on a line, Being too nice a guy for his own good,  he run up a debt trying to keep that woman in the style to which she had become accustomed , When he finally found the courage to ask her to go Dutch, she exclaimed loudly “none of my EX boyfriends have ever asked me to pay half” THE CLUE IS IN THE WORD “EX” suffice to say, they are no longer together.

High Maintenence

Powder Milk Blues 
One night at rehearsals for a gig with the band I was in (Mr G’s Blues Band) our drummer could not do the gig so I got a stand in for the one night, He was a great drummer called Stevie Oakes he called me on the phone asking if I had proper cow’s milk for the tea, I laughed so hard because he had constantly moaned at a previous rehearsal about the powdered milk I had in the kitchen, He said I gave him “the powder milk blues”

Powder Milk Blues

Standin in a River 
as a keen fly fisherman, I took the advice of a local tackle shop owner and joined a club a few miles south of Denton on the assurance that the particular stretch of secluded river was teaming with trout just waiting to jump on my fly, I fished that stretch of secluded river for a whole season without a single catch, it was late into the season that I actually met another fellow fisherman walking the river banks, he told me that no one had fished this part of the river because it had been polluted the year before and was not at its best, Some say a fly fisherman is  “a fool standing in a river flicking a bit of fluff” Probably so, but nothing is more peaceful and rewarding than catching dinner from natures larder

Standing In A River

The Heavenly Main 
This song came from a dark time in my life when my father passed away, with the feelings running hi, I found myself wondering how bad it would be watching someone die way back when they didn't have pain relief, incidentally the NHS did a great job looking after my father and McMillan nurse was beyond the call of duty, if we ever let THEM take away our NHS we will regret ever fighting to save it

Heavenly Main

Toronto Banksman 
This is a health and safety officer’s worst nightmare in today’s belt and braces work culture 
The story of a family of dock workers from Toronto who paid the ultimate price for the take your kids to work day, 
And just to clarify for those unfamiliar with the term banksman, he is the man on the ground, the eyes and ears of the crane driver aloft in the crow’s nest of the high cranes on the dockyards in the days before the introduction of walkie talkies, 
Crane drivers do not always have clear visibility of the loading area, especially when tower cranes are employed. The banksman used a code of hand signals to communicate the crane movements at the point of loading and unloading.

G J Armstrong

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