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Lyrics:
[Verse]
Knock on the door to your sacred cathedral
The Pope
The Bishop
And the Mother Superior
Father O'Connor and your Saint Francis
Say I don't deserve it
Just get in the basket

[Chorus]
Throw in your stone
God bless your soul
Hey
God bless your soul

[Verse 2]
Got a black hat
Matches my black cat
Naked in the woods
Everybody don't like that
Say I'm crazy
A little unholy
But when you're feeling lonely
Baby
Then you all know me

[Chorus]
Throw in your stone
God bless your soul
Hey
God bless your soul

Heretic

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

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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Strange Old Day

Stephen W Atkinson

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