Just a little ditty about potential travels to Mars...
Lyric Video :
https://youtu.be/0QXekcjejeY?si=sz3qXMLLrZqDAnn5

Hope On A Starship

Funny old world.  Whilst scrumping about on SC my travels took me to Michele's cloud where I alighted on his track as named above. Sharp intake of breath and a hurried message to Michele to ask if he might be so kind as to permit me to pen a few words to accompany it.  He graciously agreed.  Having nothing in mind at the time I hastily back-pedalled and explained that it might be best if he didn't hold his breath....next day I listened again and Mr Spotty Book called over Mr Pen for a chat.  What followed in the next hour or so is somewhat blurred.  I always try to read a text in one take, for integrity's sake.  This was my fourth attempt and the only one I managed to complete.  

I decided to quit while I was ahead.

Thank you, Michele, for the warm nostalgic smile infused in this wonderful music of yours, and for the (unexpectedly moist) journey upon which it took me.

Find Michele's music here:  https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani
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All the old little things we have lost

Of course, you know, Dad, that some stuff doesn’t work too well these days.
I’ll forget odd bits and bobs, like, maybe having lunch or doing promised jobs
Blimey, even birthdays on occasion slip the mind
As today’s neurons disconnect, recall’s evasion of my yesterdays so to find.
I actually forgot why I came into this room in the first place
Stood a while, cast about, then saw your face
Your smile leaping out from the old photo there
Engendered mine, returned, locked in loving stare
And propelled me back to play in those monochrome years
You know, our old box brownie’s still tucked away in the cupboard under the stairs.

Remember how it was, Dad,  how we lived, things we had?
Thrupenny bits and ha’pennies and bikes with hard rubber wheels
Plastic shoes and sock holes darned
Sparse but regular high carb, high fat meals
Never did us any harm
Hand-me-downs all around, we craved the latest style
Segs in shoes and outside loos
A homely fireplace, though just the one
We’d huddle round, our toasting forks with crumpets on, and laughing all the while

So I won’t forget all the old little things we have lost
Things so casually into history’s family album tossed
But neither have I lost my tendency to tears, welling soft
From the broken heart that burned for you, 
Then split apart and turned to frost
That day you died, just fifty two, so very young.
Who’d have thought that all those old little things
Would fill the font of memory springs 
From which this tearful smile of mine has sprung.

All the old little things we have lost: some words set to the music of Michele Ansani

Thanks for dropping by as always :)
Link to another one of those barely moving pictures and sounds things here if you want it - https://youtu.be/OQZhlPPNGAs

Lyrics
Decisions we never made 
will make us in the end
plans built on empty grounds 
an alibi sworn to pretend
just to get to something real 
we make same different mistakes
thinking you’ve life to waste
can’t escape a mirror 2-faced

Broken bridges
A lost moment found in time
Broken bridges
Dig away your hollow smile
Broken bridges
Sticks to it’s bitter end
Broken bridges
Never there just to mend

Build all our foundations 
two arguments at a time
burnt down broken promises
to feed a wipe clean mind
misunderstood ourself for treason
but never defined a crime
if I could I’d have a reason
not a lesson learnt up a line
but life’s lessons never taught on time

Broken bridges
A lost moment found in time
Broken bridges
Dig away your hollow smile
Broken bridges
Sticks to it’s bitter end
Broken bridges
Never there just to mend
Broken bridges

Just cos there’s no answer
don’t mean there’s no wrong
we gotta believe in something
and keep trying to belong
but are we singing the same old song

Broken bridges
A lost moment found in time
Broken bridges
Dig away your hollow smile
Broken bridges
Sticks to it’s bitter end
Broken bridges
Never there just to mend
We’ve broken bridges
We’re broken bridges
All broken bridges
We’ve all broken bridges
We’re all broken bridges
Just broken bridges
Forever there to amend 
Forever there to pretend


Broken Bridges

Friends,

On behalf of my son Jeffrey Husted and myself we present a song called:
93 Million Miles. Jeff is the featured vocalist. He is my all-time favorite rock/pop star; Thank You Jeff! I Love You.

The lyrics were written well over a year ago but several lines in separate verses are resonating with me with greater charge today given the state of our world.

"You could just turn-away and let them have their way
Tell us all the reasons why it's too late
Fall into that rage
A burning star of pain 
and you may believe your crazy
You're not alone, we're all afraid"

"…I know it ain't been easy 
To be that change, to be that peace today"

 "Stand-up; gotta Stand-up
they'll be a sweet sunrise in the morning"
 

The phrase “Close your eyes and see” is reflected in my original lyrics as the final line but not sung in the final mix of the song. You will have to imagine them.

Please subscribe to my YouTube Channel and follow my Artist Profile on Spotify and Facebook just because because!!
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Thank You Again for giving this song a spin!
May there be a sweet sunrise in the morning 
Close your eyes and see.

I continue to love creating music and I continue to be honored that you share a bit of your time with me.Thank You.

Sincerely
Dave
davidhusted.com

Full Lyrics
93 Million Miles  
David Husted  
Feat. Jeffrey Husted
 

You could just turn-away and let them have their way
Tell us all the reasons why it's too late
Fall into that rage
A burning star of pain 
and you may believe your crazy
You're not alone, we're all afraid

That heat, 93 million miles
That peace, come on home
That heat, 93 million miles
That peace, come on home

Can you take me to that refuge that feel's like a mother's grace
Can you burn away the madness in the light of day
Can you take me too that place?
I know it ain't been easy  
To be that change, to be that peace today  

That heat, 93 million miles
That peace, come on home
That heat, 93 million miles
That peace, come on home

Stand-up; gotta Stand-up
they'll be a sweet sunrise in the morning  
Close your eyes and see

That heat, 93 million miles
That peace, come on home
That heat, 93 million miles
That peace, come on home

93 Million Miles

Image created by me.
https://www.deviantart.com/leehon/art/Such-A-Tainted-Lineage-850850290

I Will Never Flourish Here

Lyrics:
She was wrong for me
I knew it from the start
I'm not very smart
I left a spare key under the mat
To my broken heart

I'm kicking it
One step ahead of the blues
I'm kicking it 
One step ahead of the blues
I'm sleeping it off in those Sunday pews

My boss had an epiphany
When I was working at the mortuary
He said: Dig them holes faster!
"This business has no room for uncertainty!"

That may be
Oh, can't you see?
When I'm working for you
I just don't feel like I'm being me
When I'm working for you I ain't following my muse
And there she goes...
(There she goes!!!!)

I'm kicking it
One step ahead of the blues
I'm kicking it 
One step ahead of the blues
Hey friends, won't you help me spread the news?

I get all my blues for free
Don't you know I'm so low I can't see?
A lousy day...
A lousy pay...
I'm a lousy lay...
I think I'm everything
That everybody say

I'm kicking it
One step ahead of the blues
I'm kicking it 
One step ahead of the blues
I'm sleeping it off in those Sunday pews

One Step Ahead Of The Blues

Jack

What a damned shame that after some six million years of human evolution, two and a half thousand years of democracy and eight centuries of habeas corpus, we look about us and see most of the planet ruled by thugs.  Wherever you turn, oppressive regimes hiding behind the tattered sacks of the shattered fragments of their failed, preposterous, sham ideologies assault the fundamentals of basic human liberty while the world stands and watches.  Not just the real pro’s - the arch criminal nepotistic despots of China, Russia and North Korea but most of the basket case that is Africa and great swathes of South America, Asia, Eastern Europe and the Middle East.

And England.

Lucy Connolly is a political prisoner.  Victim of the corrupt filth now running the smouldering ashes of what used to be a democratic place called England.  As the odious, grasping, duplicitous, fraudulent crook Keir Starmer coddles his twisted, immoral coterie he spits on the scales of justice to suit his imbalanced, misguided, destructive, lunatic cravings.

I make no apologies for reposting this protest against vicious human rights injustice, but I hang my head in shame that here it shines a light on the judicial farce that the country I love, has now become.

If you are unaware of this travesty, look here:

https://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2025/05/21/lucy-connolly-sentence-rapists-paedophiles-terror/
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Penny for Your Thoughts

A penny for your thoughts my friend, as the shades befall our eyes.
A penny for your thoughts my friend, our last sunrise sanctified.
Can your heart excuse the scoundrels that crucified our pride?
Has your spirit taken refuge where false memories reside?
A penny for your thoughts my friend, as we kiss our last goodbye.

A penny for your thoughts my friend, on ideologies of dross,
A penny for your thoughts my friend, on their terminal human cost.
As the pearls of timebound sacred truth are slowly crushed to dust 
By rotten teeth of twisted swine that stole our naive trust.
A penny for your thoughts my friend, on the cause that we have lost.

A penny for your thoughts my friend, try to block their screams of pain.
A penny for your thoughts my friend, soon be our turn again.
Confessional lies drawn out by the inquisitor’s electric wires
Aided and abetted by his friends, the long-nosed pliers.
A penny for your thoughts my friend, on this democratic stain.

Dreams of putting wrongs to right from umbrella crowds of truth,
Aspiring to freedom’s voice for tomorrow’s happy youth,
When the path strewn with hope’s flowers was the way that they would choose,
Recall those gleaming spectral nights when light breezed through our minds
A penny for your thoughts my friend, were we blind to the defiled?

A penny for your thoughts my friend, shall we pass this way again?
A penny for your thoughts my friend, now we’ve nothing to defend.
Will the ages tell of heroes lying butchered for the cause?
Or will state history be rewritten by false hearted troubadours?
A penny for your thoughts my friend, as we look back to the end.

Lucy Connolly

If You Go Home Before I Do =, Gene Jumper, ( Original ) Norm Evans, on Pedel Steel Guitar (Mastered with Aurora at 100pct)

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The 3rd EP of "past is the verse"

-Spotify
https://open.spotify.com/album/2hgiSVmF1sw6aWdK4Dy9IR

-Apple Music
https://music.apple.com/us/album/memories-single/1703949473

-Amazon Music
https://music.amazon.co.jp/albums/B08DYCK6RX

-bandcamp
https://pastverse.bandcamp.com/track/memories

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