Join the revolution - stop the hate. You are worth more. 


You know I appreciate that hate has always been a mate
Protecting you, directing you, getting you in better shape
Turning you into the person that you want to be
Don't eat the cake, you watch your weight, the mirror doesn't make mistakes
Neglecting you, rejecting you, it's time to renegotiate
Oh from the lies that inhabit your mind, now be free

So go on
Your dreams are waiting
Go on
Won't you stop hating yourself
It's long
But you are making things hard by
Hating altogether what was meant to last forever and you're never going to stop that song
So play on

The advertising industry tells us how we ought to be
It won't do to be you 'less you look good on tv
Only the beautiful people are worth anything
Can't you see - is it just me- they want you to be unhappy
Don't pursue a different you, nothing matters outwardly
You've got a voice and a wonderful song that you sing

You are more than a number
You are more than enough
You are more than your abilities
And material stuff
You're just you.

More than enough

A very rough recording of my latest musical endeavour. Feeling a bit ecclesiastical...

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Hey boy you’ve tied this girl in knots
It must be all those luscious dredded locks of yours
They warm your head but not your heart when you're
So far apart from her, and that
Stick figure picture’s all you’ve got. 

Hey girl you better get some sleep
Don’t listen to him – it’s not for the weak
You’re strong enough to close your eyes
Hoping that he stays alive
To plant another kiss upon your cheek

Woah-oh-oh…it’s ginger love. 

He thought that men were much more fun 
Until he met this girl – she was brighter than the sun 
He looked upon her pretty face and 
Tasted one of her pancakes…he’d like to 
wake up every morning next to this one

One day he said “Girl, I’m not done.
How about we go for a pine forest run?
We’ve had fun at the zoo but I’d
Like to spend more time with you… 
The rest of our lives have just begun.”

Woah-oh-oh…it’s ginger lo-o-o-ve    

Where two have fallen 
Only one remains
With one heart beating
Ginger love through their veins 

Woah-oh-oh…it’s ginger lo-o-o-ve. 


I bet we make it.