Writer of prose and poetry since mid-1960s. Given an acoustic guitar in 1978 by long-suffering sister. Many songs produced that way. More recently, guitar skills all but faded, using GarageBand and Logic Pro to put words to music.
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Peter Grimbeek

Randy ran rings
Around the circular table
Turned out he was something
Of a fable.

Randy was a man
On a curious mission
He wanted to find things
That had truly gone missing.

For a fee
Or even for free
He’d find anything
Wherever it be.

For a fee
Or even for free
He’d find anything
Wherever it be.

Randy was approached
To find a table
The round table
Of medieval babel.

Complete with knights
Quaffing fine labels
Sure, said Randy
Put it on my way bill.

Randy sought high
And then he went low
He went everywhere
That Randy could go.

Randy sought high
And then he went low
He went everywhere
That Randy could go.

Of course, he found it
Randy being special
At the bottom of a well
In Nova Scotia.

The knights still there
In their fine regalia
Not so lively
Around that table.

Randy ran rings
Around that table
Turned out he was something
Of a fable.

Randy ran rings
Around that table
Turned out he was something
Of a fable.

Randy r5a

Mr Glum
Went out one day
To make his fortune
In the family way.

Singing sad songs
Until they hollered
Collecting coins
Fake and solid.

Standing
Beneath an arch
He sang so sadly
And so hollow.

That the arch
Collapsed
Burying him
Up to his collar.

Shocked by this
He really howled
With hoots of pain
And damaged pride.

In time he recovered
But could not sing
The saddest cut
No money coming in.

He had to find
Another way
With arches
Always far away.

Town crier
Now became his job
Instead of sad songs
Bad news his daily bob.

Mr Glum
Went out one day
To make his fortune
In the family way.

Mr Glum r1 (Techno music provided by Crack Rock Jamz: DayBu$)

The sun
Shone like a furnace
We knew
We knew it would burn us.

Radios
Highways shattered
Sounds of traffic
Does it really matter?

Grave yards
Instant combustion
No surprise
No resurrection.

The sun
Shone like a furnace
We knew
We knew it would burn us.

The earth
It also trembled
Across seasons running
It knew what was coming.

The rag and bone man
Of the heart 
Returned home
To make a fresh start.

The sun
Shone like a furnace
We knew
We knew it would burn us.

Radios
Highways shattered
Sounds of traffic
Does it really matter?

The rag and bone man
Of the heart 
Returned home
To make a fresh start.

Final day2 r3a

I cut a slice
Of a very fierce cake
A fierce cake
In my lunch break.

I cut that cake
With a very sharp knife
With a sharp knife
I cut a small slice.

I ate a small slice
Of that very fierce cake
With its sharp taste
And its wild crumbs.

Now I dream
About strange lands
Giant trees
And fierce nuns.

I cut that cake
With a very sharp knife
With a sharp knife
I cut a small slice.

Now I dream
About strange nuns
Fierce cakes
And wild crumbs.

I cut a slice
Of a very fierce cake
A fierce cake
In my lunch break.

Now I dream
About strange lands
Giant trees
And fierce nuns.

Fierce cake r2

I dwell in the shadows
I sit down beside thee
My sister the willow
Invites you to join me.

But can I be trusted?
My actions are shady
My motives are murky 
My language is hazy.

Yet here I am seated
Close to a highway
In the shade of a cliff
At the edge of a byway.

At the edge of a city
In the middle of woods
In the midst of nowhere
Now, am I well understood?

I’ll leave while you’re speaking
At the end of your seeking
Like a burnt-out ember
But you won’t remember.

I dwell in the shadows
I sit down beside thee
My sister the willow
Invites you to join me.

I dwell in the shadows r3c

Running in the fast lane
Looking for success
Letting things slide
Tried to do my best.

Let my heart grow mouldy
Let my heart grow bad
Let my heart grow mouldy
The only heart I ever had.

The times they are a changing
The gold is in the bank
Tried my best to be
With any clue I ever had.

Let my heart grow mouldy
Let my heart grow bad
Let my heart grow mouldy
The only clue I ever had.

I lived on the South side
Drove around all night
Went looking for redemption
Making everything all right.

Let my heart grow mouldy
Let my heart grow bad
Let my heart grow mouldy
The only heart I ever had.

Running in the fast lane
Looking for success
Letting things slide
As I tried to do my best.

Let my heart grow mouldy
Let my heart grow bad
Let my heart grow mouldy
The only heart I ever had.

Mouldy heart r2

1. Down in the boondocks
Like it that way
Flowers so pretty
Sky so grey.

Down in the boondocks
Looking around
Looking for someone
Don’t want to be found.

Once were my true love
Then you shot through
Down in the boondocks
Looking for you.

2. Down in the boondocks
Me and my hound
Wind shouts a song
Clouds scud around.

When the wind turns
Smoke in the air
Know where I’m going
Perhaps you’ll be there.

Once were my true love
Then you shot through
Down in the boondocks
Looking for you.

3. Down in the boondocks
Boots are on fire
Down in the boondocks
Should’ve climbed higher.

Down in the boondocks
Dragging my cage
If I should find you
You won’t get away.

Once were my true love
Then you shot through
Down in the boondocks
Looking for you.

4. Down in the boondocks
Like it that way
Flowers so pretty
Sky so grey.

Down in the boondocks
Me and my hound
Wind shouts a song
Clouds scud around.

Once were my true love
Then you shot through
Down in the boondocks
Looking for you.

Down in the boondocks
Looking for you.
Once were my true love
Then you shot through

Down in the boondocks r3a

A man stood on a red plain
Swept horizon again and again 
He looked where he had gazed before
The land was bare from roof to floor.

He wondered what he did here now
No track and no direction clear
No houses, no plants around
Just him standing on common ground.

Standing there, alone, aloof
Dreaming of a life that he once knew
Images from a busy eye
Faces and voices passing by.
 
The warmth of old friends
The press of larger ends
Meetings to shape a world
Beatings by the state absurd.

At some point he’d had enough
The play continued very rough
The pressure increasing sharp
Became a burden of the heart.

He awoke from that dream of pain
Evaporated, shredded, insane
Sank into the rust red plain
To him it felt like heaven’s rain.

Red plain: The afterlife of Alexie Navalny

Indolence is
My favourite child
We pass the hours
Flower by flower.

We read poetry
By the day
It makes those hours
Go away.

We try not
To frighten those
Who feel that work
Is much like gold.

We try not
To frighten those
Who think that clothes
Might be our goal.

 
Indolence is
My favourite child
We pass the hours
Flower by flower.

We read poetry
By the day
It makes those hours
Go away.

Indolence is
My favourite child
We live together
Very well.

I sit here
And read a book
And you sit there
And weave a spell.

 
Indolence is
My favourite child
We pass the hours
Flower by flower.

We read poetry
By the day
It makes those hours
Go away.

The days they come
The days they go
The sun it rises
Feeling cold.

You and I
Enjoy the gloom
With it comes
That glorious moon.

Indolence is
My favourite child
We pass the hours
Flower by flower.

We read poetry
By the day
It makes those hours
Go away.

We try not
To frighten those
Who feel that work
Is much like gold.

We try not
To frighten those
Who think that clothes
Might be our goal.

Indolence r1a

1. Cannibal Annie
And cannibal Jane
Lived together
On a chocolate plain.

Their eyes were yellow
Their feet were brown
Stained forever
By that chocolate ground.

They fought in the morning
And howled at night
They rarely slept
When the moon was bright.

Gentle women
With appetites
Ate their enemies
When the time was right.

2. Cannibal Annie
And her friend Jane
Didn’t like to cause
Unnecessary pain.

Cannibal Annie
And cannibal Jane
Best of friends
Nearly every day.

Hunted quietly
In the West
Restocking the larder
As they knew best.

Gentle women
With appetites
Ate their enemies
When the time was right.

3. Repeat verse 1

Cannibal Annie r2

1. The acid king was a curious man
He travelled about with hash in hand
Sold that hash here and there
Bought acid for his personal care.

On one occasion he sold hash
To a US sailor just for cash
On another he sold to souls
House of the dead was their abode.

Their deathlike silence
The lack of song
Told him something
Was very wrong.

Their deathlike silence
The lack of song
Told him something
Was very wrong.

2. Another day a couple he saw
At a party with many more
On their way to appear in court
Dealing was a kind of sport.

A party of speed freaks in the street
Shaking and twitching from head to feet
Their nerves shredded, tried not to stare
They definitely were not all there.

One day he walked into town
The business end, like a clown
A long-haired hobo on a break
Going quietly on his way.

One day he walked into town
The business end, looking like a clown
A long-haired hobo on a break
Going quietly on his way.

3. On an acid buying rodeo
He visited a yogi in a tree filled grove
White clad gent who fine appeared 
With a plastic bag that seemed quite real.

The acid was in fact poorly made
He sold it somewhere far away
To a bunch of young musos
He did not hang around for the show.

As he waited for the train with friends
Police arrived, took them all in
A pile of cash and an acid tab
He pled insanity but missed the cab.

As he waited for the train
Police arrived, took them away
A pile of cash and an acid tab
He pled insanity but missed the cab.

The acid king was a curious man
He travelled about with hash in hand
Sold that hash here and there
Bought acid for his personal care.

As he waited for the train with friends
Police arrived, took them all in
A pile of cash and an acid tab
He pled insanity but missed the cab.

Acid king r2a

1. I’m only a junior inspector
I’ve been here for less than a day
I tell folk I’m looking for weapons
At least, that’s what I say.

I’m looking for flaws in creation
I found one just yesterday
A black crack full of vibration
I sure hope it stays that way.

I’m only a junior inspector
I’m here to harass the weak
I’m only a junior inspector
My heart is made of black teak.

They tell me I will be better
They tell me I will be strong
They tell me I will be better
I sure hope they are wrong.

2. I’m only a junior inspector
I’m tall, my teeth are brown
I’m only a junior inspector
I write everything down.

I wonder what I’m doing
To make them all turn away
I’m only a junior inspector
I’ve been one for less than a day.

I’m only a junior inspector
My life is an open book
I’m only a junior inspector
Come closer, just take a look.

I’m looking for flaws in creation
I found one just yesterday
A black crack full of vibration
I sure hope it stays that way.

3. I’m only a junior inspector
I’m told it’s better that way
I’m only a junior inspector
I’ve been here for less than a day.

They tell me I will be better
They tell me I will be strong
They tell me I will be better
I sure hope they are wrong.

I’m only a junior inspector
I’ve been here for less than a day
I tell folk I’m looking for weapons
At least, that’s what I say.

I’m looking for flaws in creation
I found one just yesterday
A black crack full of vibration
I sure hope it stays that way.

Junior Inspector r0c

She shall wear the wicker crown
Seated on a woodland throne
In a place where she’s alone
In a place where up is down.

And from that place her gaze goes out
To shape the waking sleeping world
To make the shape of things unfurl
In accord with that woodland girl.

All is wrong and all is right
As it should be in her sight
That wondrous queen of all things wild
That scheming dreaming woodland child.

There is power in her gaze
Lost within a woodland maze
It rests upon you day by day
It draws you in and makes you stay.

Until the very world is gone
Until the seas have all run dry
There she sits that woodland child
There is magic in her eyes.

She shall wear the wicker crown
Seated on a woodland throne
In a place where she’s alone
In a place where up is down.

Her lambent gaze r1c

There’s a wolf
Monday 25th May 1992

There's a wolf
Looking for my heart,
Its jaws are everywhere,
I feel its hollow breath,
Every time I start to despair.

Wolf calls,
You're lonely,
You could be happy, only,
Then a vision starts to appear.

Yes, there's a wolf
Knocking at my heart,
Its waiting to tear me apart,
Dreaming about you,
Dreaming about you.

Wolf calls
At my window,
Look, the flowers are blooming,
Wolf calls
At my window,
No need
To be lonely.

There's a wolf
knocking at my door,
Its ready to tear me limb from limb,
But its dreams all have a fatal flaw,
They don't let me go on living.

It calls,
Are you lonely ?
Someone will love you only,
And all you have to do,
Is break a heart or two,
And all you have to do,
Is just break a heart or two.

There's Wolf Looking For My Heart (1992 song with Craig Shaw)

Gypsie
Thursday 26 April 2024

I was running across the field
Going on the lam
Escaping from her majesty
And those who wield her hand.

It was a chilly morning
On a world set far away
Not that far from Betelgeuse
Not far from today.

Somehow I had slipped the guards
Enroute to the prison farm
It wasn’t that difficult
Them being what they are.

One of them has fired a shot
It comes from miles away
Next they’ll send a roving bot
To see if I’m okay.

I should never have agreed 
To the plan on Earth
A new way to travel
Reborn without rebirth.

Here I am, a gypsie man
Far away from human beings
Hunted by the grabblers
To be eaten by their queens.

Gypsie r2

Couples dance upon the stairs
They are dancing everywhere
Stepping up and stepping in
Stepping up and stepping down.

They are dancing everywhere
Couples dancing on the stairs
Where they begin is where they end
Stepping up and stepping in.

Couples dance upon the stairs
They are dancing everywhere
Stepping up and stepping down
Stepping in and turning round.

They are dancing everywhere
Couples dancing on the stairs
Stepping in and stepping down
Stepping in and turning round.

Couples dancing r10a

I’m lying in the ground
My skeleton is brown
Earth worms all around
Dear Matilda.

When I hear the cockerel cry
I’ll rise, I’ll rise, I’ll rise
I’ll be back with you
Dear Matilda.

And I’ll meet my destiny
One I cannot see
I’ll meet my destiny
Dear Matilda.

And I’ll meet my destiny
One I cannot see
I’ll meet my destiny
Dear Matilda.

My destiny’s with you
I know that’s what I do
One day I’ll rise again
Dear Matilda.

To be back home with you
Beside the ocean blue
To do what I must do
Dear Matilda.

It’s quiet in this ground
I cannot hear a sound
I’m lying very quietly
Dear Matilda.

It’s quiet in this ground
I cannot hear a sound
I’m lying very quietly
Dear Matilda.

I’m lying in the ground
My motives are all sound
My skeleton is brown
Dear Matilda.

I’m lying here with you
I know what I must do
We’ll live life anew
Dear Matilda.

We will rise again
This story never ends
Forever it begins
Dear Matilda.

We will rise again
This story never ends
Forever it begins
Dear Matilda.

Matilda r5c

Walking the halls of eternity
Until my true love comes to me
I look for you in every town 
Dry as dust the endless round.

Never together and never apart
Twin echoes of a dying heart
Walking the halls of eternity
Until my true love comes to me.

From the first hour to the last
In life boats that drift so fast
Never together and never apart
Twin echoes of a dying heart.

In a cloak of lost stars
Forever young and so far
Deep the roots, this tree of life
Sundered by the wilder’s knife.

I look for you in every town 
Dry as dust the endless round
In a cloak of lost stars
Forever young and so far.

Deep the roots, this tree of life
Sundered by the wilder’s knife
From the first hour to the last
In life boats that drift so fast.

Walking the halls of eternity
Until my true love comes to me
I look for you in every town 
Dry as dust the endless round.

Walking the halls of eternity r2b

I’m lying here quietly
In my coffin I rest
Ropes around my arms
A book on my chest

My eyelids they flutter
My fingers they creep
They mean to bind me
And send me down deep

I will not go down
Even though I’m bound
I’m resisting the spell
I’ll turn it around.

My fingers they flutter
My eyelids they weep
The book holds the spell
But the pieces won’t meet

I’m lying in this grave
Ancient and weak
The deep will not have me
I have kings to unseat.

I'm lying here quietly r0a

You’re in my mind
Like a wandering shadow
I bow politely
And show you in.

Your face is calm
As you look around
You’re not surprised
By the way I am.

The moon is full
It’s a lovely evening
It’s a good time
To visit me.

On such nights
I’m at home to strangers
Strangers have
A lot to give.

You’re in my mind
Like a wandering shadow
Gazing out
At the world I see.

May your eyes
Enjoy my visions
May your heart
Sing along with me.

Early 1990s

You're in my mind like a wandering shadow

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Friedrich Nietzsche

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