Beyond this realm
Beyond the sea
Beyond this frail reality...


An ethereal, orchestral dreamdance

©️ Lyrics by Stephen W Atkinson 

Beyond the Realm

It had gone from your eyes when you saw me
The light that used to adore me...

Originally a poem called, A Kind Of Splendour,  turned into this piece of pop magic retitled,  Autumn Leaves 

©️ Lyrics by Stephen W Atkinson 

Autumn Leaves

This village forged from the coal-face of the past 
Still living in the shadow it has cast...

Folk sing-along song of the old pit villages left to decay after the closure of their lifeblood...

©️ Lyrics by Stephen W Atkinson 

Old Neville's Black Lung

Goodbye Mr Frost did you leave the children screaming?
Give their life some meaning?

A dark, gothic rock opera. 

©️ Lyrics by Stephen W Atkinson 

Mr. Frost

Come sit atop my bed of bones 
With crimson hue and darkened tones...

A snippet of Dark, smooth jazz (with a hint of tongue in cheek)

©️ Lyrics by Stephen W Atkinson 


Bed of Bones

It's a 
Great view from my Ivory Tower 
The window is frosted but I still feel the power...

A Punky political gut punch 

©️ Lyrics by Stephen W Atkinson 

Mr Rhubarb

In the backstreets of my mind 
I kicked a ball against a wall
It bounced into a neighbours yard 
I cut my hand upon a shard...

Mental health affects almost all of us at some point in our lives. We all break sometimes.

©️ Lyrics by Stephen W Atkinson 


Broken Friends

If ever I fall will you catch me 
And sing me a sweet lullaby...

A Love Song for all

©️ Lyrics by Stephen W Atkinson 

If Ever I Fall

Put a cassette in my Walkman 
Pulled up my acid-washed jeans...

Retro, tongue in cheek funpop

©️ Lyrics by Stephen W Atkinson 

Back to the 80's

Before the demolition turned my old Street Into rubble 
I went to steal some memories of our laughter & our struggle...

nostalgic memories 

©️ Lyrics by Stephen W Atkinson 

A Changing Breeze

I ate some strange old mushrooms 
Got chased off a shark...

Yip, if you know, you know...


I ate some strange old mushrooms
Got chased off a shark
It jumped outta my beer bottle
And began to bark

I ran through a dying mist
Straight into a wall
Then into the deepest sleep
I began to fall.

Into strawberry Fields
With lemon drizzle streams
And coconut shells
Full of incoherent dreams 

Chorus:

Oh
What a strange
Old day
Making conversations with nothing to say.

What a rare
Old time
Meeting all the demons from the cracks in my mind 

And what a place 
To be
Paying the ferryman
Just to be me

My mind's gone astray, 
it's a

Strange - old - day!

And you told me we were finished
But your head was so diminished
The only thing left were your lips

And they said we were over
Cos I was never sober
But floating through the air came some riffs

So I brought my air guitar
Showed her how to be a star
But she ran straight outta the door

But I was so gone
T. Rex Bang a Gong
That I passed right out on the floor

Oh
What a strange
Old day
Making conversations with nothing to say.

What a rare
Old time
Meeting all the demons from the cracks in my mind 

And what a place 
To be
Paying the ferryman
Just to be me

My mind's gone astray, 
it's a

Strange - old - day!

And I awoke in my bed
Laid beside my own head
And it frowned with such disappointment

I said, please leave me be!
It's not me that you see
But, another small fly
In life's ointment!

Oh
What a strange
Old day
Making conversations with nothing to say.

What a rare
Old time
Meeting all the demons from the cracks in my mind 

And what a place 
To be
Paying the ferryman
Just to be me

My mind's gone astray, 
it's a

Strange - old - day!

©️ Stephen W Atkinson 2025


Strange Old Day

You said we were a miracle 
Yet here we stand so cynical...

Love, obsession, betrayal. 
Sometimes, your hometown isn't so easy to leave behind.

Amelia

You said we were a miracle 
Yet here I am so cynical 
Tearing flesh & breaking bones
You said my heart was your home
When all the stars fell from the sky
You never asked the reason why
And here I stand: a mausoleum 
While you're nowhere to be seen

[Chorus:]
Amelia, where did you go?
You left me here without a soul
You took the moon, you took the sun
Now, I can't love anyone

Chimneys burned when we were young
The dust of coal was in our lungs
We said we would escape from here 
Hand in hand, we had no fear
But, time erodes a youthful soul 
Forgets the things that made you whole
And this old town: it draws you in
Gets under flesh, & under skin

[Chorus]
Amelia, where did you go?
You left me here without a soul
You took the moon, you took the sun
Now, I can't love anyone

[Instrumental]
[Bridge]

Amelia, you will return
And this old town, will be your urn
And in the twilight, you will see
The people we used to be
The people we were
Until you were no longer there

Amelia
Amelia


©️ Stephen W Atkinson 



Amelia (Lost Without You)

I passed by a window 
Where an old man smiled 
and misted up the dirty pane...

Life, love & loss. A look at our own mortality 

©️ Lyrics by Stephen W Atkinson 

The Misted Pane

There was a time
When love defined 
All of the things 
life could show....

Love, loss & the afterlife?
(poem/lyrics originally called,  A Love Song)

©️ Lyrics by Stephen W Atkinson 

Forever

In the eerie cool night 
She drifted in 
With her coal-black eyes 
And pale white skin ...

Just a tale of revenge straight from hell!

©️ Lyrics by Stephen W Atkinson 

Something from Hell

A dance macabre! Humanity laid bare

What is it I see?

Father,  
What is it I see?
In this place down below
Where rich tides of life 
ebb, and then flow

Where beauty & horror 
rub shoulders like friends 
And the dominant species 
both destroy, and defend

What is it I see?
When the colours of dawn
turn, too soon, to darkness 
in a gathering a storm

Not made from the seasons
but the breath of its patron
Who tread with the righteous 
or, a beast they call Satan

What is it I see?
When such creatures of power 
create such a wonder
to lay waste & devour

To gnaw at themselves 
through the madness of greed
And turn from the bloodshed 
of what they've decreed

What is it I see?
When the flock follow blindly
to the whispers of serpents
who slither divinely 

Into minds, into souls
into great gaping holes
where Eden once lay
now, eroded away

Father,
What is it I see?
What is it I see?


"It is a beast unto itself…
"A thing called Humanity"

©️ Stephen W Atkinson 




What Is It I See_ (Remix)

Revisit the greatest era there was...😉 (with a bit tongue 'n cheek)

Back In the 80's

Put a cassette in my Walkman 
Pulled up my acid-washed jeans
Put a swatch on my pale wrist
Head lost in MTV dreams

Met a girl with some big hair
Dressed in neon blue 
Sat her down at a table
Bought her a malibu 

[Chorus]

It was so cool in the 80's
The music flowed through our veins
It was a blast in the 80's 
We danced in purple rain
Oh, Take me back to the 80's
When we would dance all night
Electric dreams in the 80's 
Beneath the neon lights


We hung out at the movies 
The Brat Pack reigning supreme 
They held our hopes & our fears
There on the silver screen

The new romantics were pouting
The rockers fluffing their hair
The androgynous era
All done with style & flair

[Chorus]

It was so cool in the 80's
The music flowed through our veins
It was a blast in the 80's 
We danced in purple rain
Oh, Take me back to the 80's
When we would dance all night
Electric dreams in the 80's 
Beneath the neon lights


My Rubick’s cube, now lies broken
Nintendo lost in time
They hang like words left unspoken 
Part of the great decline 

Big hair has been replaced 
By big lips & botox
Like mannequins, escaped
From a department store box

[Chorus]

Our faces moved in the 80's
The music flowed through our veins
It was a blast in the 80's 
We danced in purple rain
Oh, Take me back to the 80's
When we would dance all night
Electric dreams in the 80's 
Beneath the neon lights


Back to the 80s ...

A Love Song 

If Ever I Fall. 


If ever I fall will you catch me

And sing me a sweet lullaby?

To stitch up my heart when it's broken

For I've never been good at goodbyes


Would you weave me a story of wonder

To light up my mind when it's cold?

And chase all the darkness & thunder

From the emptiness of my soul?



If ever I fall


Would u pick me up in your arms

And take me back home?



If ever I fall, will you leave me a trail

So if I get lost I could follow?

Where every small step brings me closer to you 

And my heart wouldn't feel so hollow


Would you give me your breath

If I gave up on mine?

Would our hearts & our souls

and our lungs intertwine?



If ever I fall

Would u pick me up in your arms

And take me back home?



And would time itself

Be our enemy or friend?

Would we laugh or cry

Right up to the end?

Would our dreams be lost

Or our hopes fade away?

Would the dusk be the end

Or the dawn, a new day?

Would you hold me forever

Or is forever too long?

Would you fade into twilight

And forever be gone?



If ever I f-a-l-l


Would u pick me up in your arms

And take me back home 


©️ Stephen W Atkinson 







If Ever I Fall ...

Growing up in an ex mining village. Once the hub of our community.  Now... Old Neville knows ... 🍺 


Old Neville's Black Lung

This village hewn from the coal face of the past
Still, living in the long shadow it has cast
The pitmen stood, blinking at the sun 
Knowing their time & industry was now done
Old Neville, put a woodbine to his lips
To the lads, said, “That's the end of the pits.”
Blowing smoke, he knew of one thing to do:

“Let's go down to the pub for a few!” 

[Chorus]

And those lads raised a glass, singing song after song
Wondering where the shipyards & the coal had all gone
They drank every keg in that ol’ place dry

And realised, their hometown was slowly gonna die.


And so began the great decline

No promised roses nor fine wine

The Village slept into decay

Along with hopes of brighter days

Old Neville got the old Black Lung

And never saw another sun

But he always knew just what to do:

“Let's go down to the pub for a few!” 

[Chorus]

And those lads raised a glass, singing song after song
Wondering where the shipyards & the coal had all gone
And every keg in that ol’ place, they drank until dry

On the night they realised, their hometown 
was to die.


Maggie hit the final nail
Blackened faces forever pale 
Veins of seams still run below
Crumbling arteries of long ago
The lies of Governments
 
come free & easy

As the masses chant: 

Why-don't-you-see me?

But, from beyond the grave, old Neville, sighed 
And all the pitmen who'd since died 
All knew just what to do…

“Let's go down to the pub for a few!” 

[Chorus]

And those lads raised a glass, singing song after song
Wondering where the shipyards & the coal had all gone
And every keg in that ol’ place, they drank until dry

Then realised, that their hometown 
had slowly died!

©️ Stephen W Atkinson 

Old Nevilles Black Lung...

The story of Durham Light Infantryman Thomas Kenney earning a Victoria Cross in WW1 For trying to save his Lieutenant Philip Brown. 

Thomas Kenney VC


One born in South Wingate 

Another born in Kent

Their lives forever intertwined 

By bravery & lament


Thomas raised on coal & grit

Philip Brown, on paper & ink

But, one dark & foggy eve

Into a hell they both would sink


Thomas was blessed with 7 kids

(And 7 more to come!)

But, when the war came calling 

He swapped a coal pick for a gun


His wife was Isabella 

All of Roman Catholic faith 

No doubt she often prayed

To keep her husband safe


A brotherhood, found in the D.L.I

Men chiselled from the same black stone

They held belief & common ground 

For, friendship can be a home


The training itself was brutal

Badly conceived & planned

Though it served as preparation 

To survive in No Man's Land


In France, the Battalion prepared 

For the horror that was to come

Though, few men knew of the trenches

Where so much blood would run


Their Lieutenant was Philip Brown

“Of courtesy & much cheer!”

His observer, Thomas Kenny 

Who, forever, would be near


But that fateful night in November 

Soon came knocking at their door

As both men trudged along

The trenches sodden floor


A wiring party, they'd gone to find

But, the night was dark & bleak

Duplicity creeped at every turn

A wretched game of hide & seek


Fog rolled in like dragon's breath 

Deceiving the mind & eyes

Every sound & hazy shadow

Whispered with treacherous lies


Soon, lost, they could only hope

For a sign or familiar ground

But, the rattle & thunder of gunfire

Was to be the only sound 


Philip got the brunt of it

Both legs now destroyed 

As they fell into an unknown hell

Into the Devil's void 


Bullets whistled their tune of death

As Thomas held his friend 

Hoisting him up upon his back

This is not how we shall end!


Through freezing mud, barbed wire & fire

He dragged his brother of war 

Despite the cries of “leave me here!”

Only bravery came to the fore


Soaked, exhausted & freezing 

A familiar ditch was found They fell into its open mouth

No-longer on hostile ground


Thomas comforted Philip 

Though, red streams pooled in mud

He trawled the trenches in hope of help

He'd done all that he could…


***


Perhaps, when receiving his medal

With Victoria Cross in hand

Beside him stood Lt Brown

Making one last gallant stand


On leaving Buckingham Palace 

Philip's Mother stood in wait

It was a friendship that would last

Until she walked through Heaven's Gate


***


The first DLI Soldier of WW1

To earn a prestigious V.C.

 A local lad: A local hero

Who lives on in memory 


©️ Stephen W Atkinson 2025



Thomas Kenny VC

My Poem turned into song

The unsettled man

(a fable)


I came upon a man, unsettled

Wandering a barren land

He'd lost his hope and joy somewhere

So, I took his trembling hand


I told him I had lost my heart

And my soul had flown away

But, together, perhaps, we could find

A better place to stray


We came across a weeping girl

With skin of obsidian black

Her flesh was torn and gaping red

Where the whip had left its tracks


She said, I fear you think my skin

Is weaker than your own

We kissed her wounds and held her tight

For we are all just flesh and bone


We wandered far, hand in hand 

Discarding footprints of our sorrows

A chain of flesh to plough the earth

And sow seeds for new tomorrows


Soon we were a hundred strong

And then a thousand fold

All colours, creed and persuasions

Breaking oppressive moulds


We fought with love instead of hate

To suppress benighted crowds

Turned rifles to wisteria

And missiles into clouds 


And laid beneath the golden sun

Our utopia took its shape

And for many an enlightened year

We siphoned of its wake


Forests grew, and flowers bloomed 

As humanity regaled in bliss

We foraged hope, nurtured love

And hate we did not miss


But minds become forgetful

To the seeds of jealousy

And they grow and sprout like thistles 

In the world's periphery


They grew until the earth yawned wide

With fury & fire released

The blackest smoke blotted the sun

Choking our world of peace


They gouged our eyes, flayed our skin 

And beat us to the ground

Mercy and compassion 

Were no-longer to be found


But one of us escaped

On bloody knees and trembling hands

He became a man, unsettled

Wandering barren lands.



© Stephen W Atkinson 2020




The Unsettled Man (A fable)


Amelia (Lost Without You)

You said we were a miracle 
Yet here I am so cynical 
Tearing flesh & breaking bones
You said my heart was your home
When all the stars fell from the sky
You never asked the reason why
And here I stand: a mausoleum 
While you're nowhere to be seen

[Chorus:]
Amelia, where did you go?
You left me here without a soul
You took the moon, you took the sun
Now, I can't love anyone

Chimneys burned when we were young
The dust of coal was in our lungs
We said we would escape from here 
Hand in hand, we had no fear
But, time erodes a youthful soul 
Forgets the things that made you whole
And this old town: it draws you in
Gets under flesh, & under skin

[Chorus]
Amelia, where did you go?
You left me here without a soul
You took the moon, you took the sun
Now, I can't love anyone

[Instrumental]
[Bridge]

Amelia, you will return
And this old town, will be your urn
And in the twilight, you will see
The people we used to be
The people we were
Until you were no longer there

©️ Stephen W Atkinson 






Amelia (Lost Without You)...

Mental health can affect us all...

Broken friends 


In the backstreets of my mind 

I kicked a ball against a wall

It bounced into a neighbours yard, 

I cut my hand upon a shard

of glass that glittered in the sun, 

Into my mind again I'd run

And wake within this broken life

Upon my wrist, I held a knife 



Oh take me back to my youth

When summer days outshone the truth

Where clouds were lined with silver threads 

I picked to weave inside my head 

My life was Mother's warming smile

Maintained with dignity & style

It seemed the tracks were gilded gold, 

so, how did my life turn so cold? 


As a kid I'd climb a tree, 

and feel as free as I could be

The subtle breeze upon my skin, 

awoke the hope I held within 

But now the prison in my mind, 

creates the space where I'm confined 

And the darkness in my brain, 

is only filled with worthless shame 

 

Oh take me back to my youth

When summer days outshone the truth

Where clouds were lined with silver threads 

I picked to weave inside my head 

My life was Mother's warming smile

Maintained with dignity & style

It seemed the tracks were gilded gold, 

so, how did my life turn so cold? 


The darkness of a loss, 

can nail you to this cross

When your mind is full of doubt, 

your confidence runs out

But somewhere there's a sun, 

and it will come, yes it will come 

You're not worthless or alone, 

there are thousands share your home

And if you wade through the dark

Where light waits at the end

Life will find you once again

Come take my hand 

my broken friend 


Look to the future 

not your youth

A new summer's day 

can be the truth

Clouds, still lined with silver threads 

Are there to weave Inside your head 

You wear your mother's warming smile

Still held with dignity & style 

And all the tracks, still gilded gold 

Will run forever through your soul. 



©️ Stephen W Atkinson 




Strange Old Day...

Mr Frost 

Goodbye Mr Frost
Did you leave the children screaming?
Give their life some meaning?
Do they realise the cost?

Stay there 
So you can hear him breathing
Prepare you for the grieving,
for the wailing of your soul

Slow down 
His darkness is just growing
Your stomach churning, knowing
That the end is coming soon

...And he's right there in your room

[Chorus]

In the dark, he comes creeping
Floating in while you're sleeping
He's the reaper of your dreams
The dark-clown of all things 

...Be still, your shaking limbs

He'll make a carcass of your mind
And deathly visions left behind
will be the cause of so much pain
Digging deep 'til you're insane

Now, Mr Frost is in your brain


Don't run
'cause he will come and find you
Tie you up & bind you
For his game has just begun

Don't turn
'cause you know he might just be there
Looking at you with his dead stare
As your flesh begins to burn

Dark night 
You know he'll take your last breath
A slow exquisite grim death
But now everything feels right

Under such pale moonlight

[Chorus]

In the dark, he comes creeping
Floating in while you're sleeping
He's the reaper of your dreams
The dark-clown of all things 

...Be still, your shaking limbs

He'll make a carcass of your mind
And deathly visions left behind
will be the cause of so much pain
Digging deep 'til you're insane

Now, Mr Frost is in your brain


He's the feeder of our fright
The hungry mouth of fevered plight
His dirty fingers rake your mind
Until your will is redefined 
And like sweet petals you shall fall
To join his portrait of appall
And even that shall go insane

...now Mr Frost is in your brain. 

©️ Stephen W Atkinson 




From the eerie cool night
She drifted in

With her coal-black eyes & pale white skin

From a shallow grave, inhaling sin

To the village she crawled, to feed within

[Chorus]

She's just a girl with a story to tell

But what they did, created something from Hell!


In the village, 
The people all slept

Into their minds, 
Slowly, she crept

Flaying brains
For the secret they kept

And grinding bones, 
'til nothing is left

She's just a girl with a story to tell
But what they did, created something from Hell!

Their thoughts devoured, 
now for the main course

To make them suffer 
for the pain they have caused

Now, getting closer 
to the place of her death

Soon they'll inhale... 
her cold, dead breath

She's just a girl with a story to tell
But what they did, created something from Hell!

[Wah wah guitar]

Down in the clubhouse, 
men drank & swore

Dragging girls through the dirty old door

The flow of money, 
made the village ignore

But tonight's the night
She'll settle the score

[Guitar]

[Take it down then build up]

Inside that clubhouse... 
they heard the door lock 

From floor to ceiling, everything shook

Through frosted breath, 
they all turned to look:

There stood a corpse 
with an old butcher's hook!

She said

"I've such a tale for your grandkids to tell,

About the night I dragged you all into Hell!" 



©️ Stephen W Atkinson 

Something From Hell...

Regarding Sunderland AFC. The greatest club there ever was 😉
A tribute to those who got us back to the Premier league & those who'll (hopefully) keep us there! 



A new era is upon us
The winds of change have blown
We've shed our old nomadic skin
And found our way back home

All those who helped to bring us back
The brink had stared them down
But they found grit, soul, & heart
Though heavy was the crown

[Chorus]

‘til the end, ‘til the end
We are Sund’land til we die

‘til the end, ‘til the end
Our faith will never die!

Through every tackle & gasp of breath
For red & white, they bled
Let no man say they did not claw
This club back from the dead

Now, here we are, a club reborn 
A chairman with ambition
A plan dismissed in eager minds
Now coming to fruition

[Chorus]

‘til the end, ‘til the end
We are Sund’land til we die

‘til the end, ‘til the end
Our faith will never die!

The embers from the past are rising 
New fires are being stoked 
Dare to dream, & dare to hope 
Too long have we been choked 

This squad of new and old, are now
The faith we hold within 
The fire that burns inside our veins
The flesh beneath our skin

[Chorus]

‘til the end, ‘til the end
We are Sund’land til we die

‘til the end, ‘til the end
Our faith will never die!

So, come on all you red ‘n’ white!
You voices, young & old
Bring back the Roker Roar once more!
There's new tales to be told

Yes, come on all you red ‘n’ white!
You voices, young & old
 The Roker Roar is back once more!
There's folklore to unfold…

[Chorus]

‘til the end, ‘til the end
We are Sund’land til we die
‘til the end, ‘til the end
Our faith will never die!

‘til the end, ‘til the end
We are Sund’land til we die
‘til the end, ‘til the end
Our faith will never die!

©️ Stephen W Atkinson 2025

Til The End

Autumn Leaves 

It had gone from your eyes when you saw me
The light that used to adore me
It dimmed to a mist in the forest 
Where a canopy of leaves once fell for us

They fell like colourful snow
As we laughed & danced in its flow
 Wondering if we could stay there forever 
Thinking life was full of this splendour

[Chorus]
And autumn leaves fall down
As summer surrenders its crown
And the tears that fall from your eyes
Are reflections of how our love dies.
 

But, time came & took you away
And the only thing that I could say
Was nothing at all, I just let you fall
Gave complacency years to come call

I never thought of those leaves as dying
Did they fall from the canopy crying?
Did they already know of our fate
Of the void that time would create?

[Chorus]
And autumn leaves fall down
As summer surrenders its crown
And the tears that fall from your eyes
Are reflections of how our love dies.


The forest had been set alight
Crying embers into the night
Yet, new trees & leaves slowly grew
For the sun & the moon to shine through 

Now, both broken, here we stand
As your hand brushes my hand
There's a familiar light in your eyes
A kind of splendour, proving love never dies.

[Chorus]
And autumn leaves fall down
As summer surrenders its crown
And the tears that fall from your eyes
Are reflections of how our love dies.

Of how our love dies

Of how our love dies

There's tears in your eyes 

©️ Stephen W Atkinson 



Autumn Leaves ...

The Misted Pane

I passed by a window
Where an old man smiled 
and misted up the dirty pane

Behind his eyes 
the sadness showed 
of every steep & rocky road
He'd had to climb

Next day I thought I'd call on him
And out he came
So pale and thin
-but with that smile

And graceful guile 

He said

Chorus:

Son, 
in my mind, 
I'm as free as a summer breeze
And I drift up high 
to the blue of the sky
Where my old girl waits for me…
... And, together, we are free

And the stars appear 
And I hold her near
And we dance on the seas of the moon

… and I tell her that I'll be home soon.

Well, we stood alone & talked for hours
His lifetime bloomed like summer flowers
Before my eyes

And he told me of his wife who'd passed
And how they'd shared a thousand laughs
But she had to go

And leave him alone

And children's laughter never came
Although they tried, but, all in vain
Not meant to be

So, they roamed free

And he said
Son, 
in my mind, 
I'm as free as a summer breeze
And I drift up high 
to the blue of the sky
Where my old girl waits for me…
... And, together, we are free

And then stars appear 
And I hold her near
And we dance on the seas of the moon

… and I tell her that I'll be home soon.

Well, the very next day he passed away
I guess he had nothing left to say
And into the sky

I know he flew so high!

And suddenly I felt so bad
For everything I'd ever had
I'd thrown away

Day after day

Took for granted every breath
Stole from those on cusp of death
Without a thought

But, now a know
Life is a treasure
And as a man 
I'll meet my measure

Or, at least I'll try

And with every twig
I'll try my best
To build ourselves 
a happy nest
Until the day

We fly away

Right up to the seas of the moon

©️ Stephen W Atkinson. 


The Misted Pane...

Published North East poet with a love of lyrics & music tries his hand at using controversial AI to construct some of his original lyrics & poems into song. The results are, like the technology itself, sometimes staggering. 
Humour, mental health, love, loss, nostalgia & heritage are all explored, as well as a few of his darker offerings.
Stephen acknowledges AI can never, & should never replace  real musicians, they will always be the rhythm in our bones. But, for poets & lyricists not blessed with musical ability, it can be a wondrous rabbit hole to fall into...

Any 'real' musicians wanting to replicate or do their own version of any of Stephen's 'songs' are quite welcome to try. Just DM Stephen on here with your version. 
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Stephen W Atkinson

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