We are gooners?

We’re climbing up
We’re flying down
Har Pen Den 
Raiders are on tour

We’re climbing up
We’re flying down
Har Pen Den 
Raiders riding home

He's wearing black
He's wearing blue
He's smelly
Fat lad at the back

No-one seems to know the way
We’ve seen this place before
On the way
I am sure
The Garmins’ gonna
Show us the way
Across fields of hay
To where we will stay
Cause I remember

Ten years on our tour
Pinerellos purring
Always back for more
Will never stop us touring

So many shirts, too tight I fear
That all those fattening beers
Weigh us down
Through the year
Cos    I remember
The Tourmalet
And Gailbier
Portet d'Aspet
And Mortirollo





He's wearing black
He's wearing blue
He's smelly
Fat lad at the back

Last one up the climb
Wears a special jersey
It never gets a clean
It's sweaty and it's dirty

Three days in it hurts
My painful arse is pleading
Thirty creamy squirts
Never stops it bleeding

Ten years of the tour
Pinerellos purring
Always back for more
Will never stop us    

We’re climbing up
We’re flying down
Har Pen Den 
Raiders riding home

Ten years on tour

Life in awe

First test upload of new track, all the sounds from the MiniFreak

GhostMiniFreak

Inspired by going to Cenotaph in Nov 2019

Verse 1
Dark before the dawn
Conflicts Commence
Talks are forlorn
From both sides
Brave souls are torn

Verse 2
From shining brass 
Muffled music morns
Veterans pass
Paraplegic farce

Chorus
What relevance
To some historic grievance
Deserves our remembrance
On this November morn

Verse 3
Eleven bells peel
Belfries gently toll
Silence conceals
The worst personal ordeals?

Verse 4
Parades pierced red
Quietly march past
Post traumatic stress
Covered by battledress

Remembrance day

Fears of tears

You gave yourself 
We took you to our hearts 
Clapped our hands till raw 
Our ears in awe 
Suicide stole life from you 
The desperation 
we never knew

William, 
William, 
It wasn’t 
really nothing
William, 
William, 
You were 
really something

So why did we have to lose you? 
The black dog that you knew
as pills turned you blue
No party here 
For you to fear
MacKenzie

The silver ghost  
That you could not drive 
Your whippets in their
Own hotel room
Extravagance was your cue 
The conventions 
you did eschew

So what if this party fears two 
The alcohol loves you 
While turning you blue 
View it from here 
From closer to near 
Awake him 

Glass shattering
A voice so staggering
Stretched our ears to new
melodic cues
Self destruction your middle name
The way to banish

The Tragedy Of Billy

Verse 1
Full of fertile frying fools
Trying to get laid
We’re voyeuristic
And sadistic, 
They’re narcissistic 
Who will you pick 

Chorus 
On some balearic isle 
There’s nowhere to hide
How to stop this crashing tide
Of reality show suicides

Verse 2
Paparazzi pack
Circling like sharks
Soy on inane chat 
Prying eyes 
Feed hungry hacks 
Who should take the flack
For what they did to flack

Chorus
On some balearic isle 
There’s nowhere to hide
How to stop this crashing tide
Of reality show suicides

Reality Show Suicides

Life In Awe

Your growing grievance 
Turns to silence
How can we repair
When you can’t reveal
The source of
Of your despair

Your increasing distance
Paling presence
All that discontent 
Terminal descent
Permanent torment
Now we all lament

Feel the portent
Of future torment
the transience
Of your brilliance
Unending absence
And remembrance

Omnisdjw