A deeply moving lament Peter. Like Dylan's sentiment: And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it  And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it  Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’  But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’ ... you embody and espouse this in today's crazy world. I feel fortunate to be able to hear this from you.

Good on you Peter. If we all protest maybe some one will listen...Johnny

The softness of the performance belies the loud impact of the lament! **applauding**

deftly expressed, Peter, the repetition of 'a penny for your thoughts' adds persuasion. Love the harmonica break, has a Dylan vibe to it !

*Wow—this is so rightly being compared to BD. Poetry, power, and passion, delivered with unmistakable style. And now, I shall return to mostly ignoring world events—my fragile mind can’t quite take them :)

yes, sometimes it is hard to stay optimistic...but I think we should. Haven't you forgotten to mention the USA? One of the most criminal and destructive countries in the world to my mind, not always, but particularly now

thoughtful & true words indeed...and as per the same old script, we await the pretend election (conducted and certified by the appointed officials) at our neighbouring country..sad to see what generations sacrificed so much for so quickly taken..The accompaniment is perfect for your words my friend. Really well done indeed.

Let’s not forget that Lucy Connolly called for asylum seekers, whether they be men, women or children to be burned alive in their hotel rooms.   She admitted this and pleaded guilty in court and apologised.  We are all free to choose our own heroes I suppose.

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

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

a little musical gift for my dear friend Francesco
@francescocartocci

la favola della buonanotte

Lyrical wrote from my thoughts about the run up to the last general election. Thinking the last clowns made a complete hash of it and the next clowns will do exactly the same.
So who the bloody hell do I vote for. If I don’t vote then I can’t complain if I do vote I fear it will be the wrong choice. Someone told me if I write on the ballot paper none of the above then that still registers as a vote, so at least I tried. 
The idiom "pressure makes diamonds" suggests that adversity and challenges can lead to remarkable outcomes. It implies that difficult situations or intense pressure can bring out a person's best qualities, potential, and resilience, ultimately resulting in something valuable or brilliant, just as diamonds are formed under immense pressure. 
But these idiots under pressure only make dust !
So Conscience Of Kings gives you 
Pressure makes diamonds …..


V1
In plain sight I can see the  red flag’s flying 
So fire away again with compulsive lying 
As I’m high up  here in the middle England 
Rubbing doc leaves on for the stinging

Chorus 
Pressure makes diamonds 
And you just make dust
Pressure makes diamonds x3
Not something we can trust 

V2 
This country make’s stupid people famous 
Then tries to make out that they are somehow blameless 
I have no idea we’re I would put my stupid x 
They will be just as bad as the last I suspect

Break 

Middle8 
There’s a saying in Europe 
And You can look it up
It’s really quite unusual 
Something they don’t trust 

Chorus to finish

Pressure Makes Diamonds ~Conscience Of Kings

Thank you for listening!

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This is a revamp of a song i released a few years ago. I have added a few extra pieces to enhance the song.  It seems more relevant today than ever before. The world is full of Narcissist's this is for them and please ...do sing  along...I suppose the message in the song is very simple ..
When everything in your life is falling apart, its never your fault , its always someone else's because you are so much smarter, funnier, better that everybody else, they just cant see it. ha ha ha 
" It's always someone else's Fault " 
Written, recorded and produced by 
John Mc Farlane

The Narcissist's Anthem

My Endorphins Are Smilin' How 'Bout You? (A Love Song-sorta!)

With things so bleak and frightening at the moment, I thought a wee fun country number might bring a smile or two, for a moment anyway.
For the lovely Finse, Happy Birthday my dear! <3
Music, Lyrics, Vocals, Guitar, and Harmonica - Lizzie Taypen
Cover painting - Lizzie Pentland

Them Hitchin Angels

I'll finish E-Ruizzo project with a conceptual LP album: 4 songs about 'Arctica Point'. I imagined it amid rotation axis, geographic north and magnetic pole, and I located it on dry land !! Then I draw the cover art.

This opening track tells the decision of leaving this annoying present by travelling to that magical place. The following ones tell the trip and life there.

Translated lyrics will explain it with more detail:

EXPEDICIÓN (EL MUNDO SE HACE PEQUEÑO)  /  EXPEDITION (THE WORLD GETS SMALL)

Cansado de vivir en un mundo que se hace pequeño,  /  Tired of living in a world which gets small,
como ratas nos movemos en nuestro agujero.  /  like rats we move in our hole.

Cierro los párpados para no verlo,  /  I close my eyelids so as not to see it,
pero hay demasiadas cosas feas detrás de ellos.  /  but there are too many ugly things behind them.

Con los ojos cerrados veo mis recuerdos,  /  With my eyes closed I see my memories,
veo el presente que vivo y no quiero verlo.  /  I see the present I live in and I don’t want to see it.

Con los ojos cerrados no dejo de pensarlo,  /  With my eyes closed I can’t stop thinking about it,
tengo que ir a algún sitio donde olvidarlo.  /  I must go somewhere to forget it.

Partiremos hacia donde los recuerdos se olvidan,  /  We will leave for where memories are forgotten,
donde el frío congela el dolor de la vida,  /  where cold freezes the pain of life,
donde el hielo y la nieve nos protege del hombre,  /  where ice and snow protect us from mankind,
donde el cuerpo y el alma se purifican.  /  where body and soul are purified.

Tenlo todo preparado para nuestra expedición.  /  Get everything ready for our expedition.
Formemos una expedición ártica,  /  Let’s form an Arctic expedition,
Tenlo todo preparado para nuestra expedición.  /  Get everything ready for our expedition.
Formemos una expedición ártica,   /  Let’s form an Arctic expedition,
formemos una expedición ártica  /  let’s form an Arctic expedition

Ártica…  /  Arctica…
entre el polo magnético y el norte geométrico  /  between the magnetic pole and the geometric north
se encuentra el Punto Ártica.  /  is located the Arctica Point.

Partiremos hacia donde el reloj no gira.  /  We’ll leave for where the clock doesn’t go round.
Partiremos hacia donde el tiempo no pasa,  /  We’ll leave for where time doesn’t go by,
al lugar donde seis meses sólo duran un día.  /  for the place where six months only last one day.

Viviendo en un mundo que se hace pequeño,  /  Living in a world which gets small,
como ratas nos movemos en nuestro agujero.  /  like rats we move in our hole.
Con los ojos cerrados no dejo de pensarlo,  /  With my eyes closed I can’t stop thinking about it,
tengo que ir a algún sitio donde olvidarlo.  /  I must go somewhere to forget it.

Ártica…  /  Arctica…
entre el polo magnético y el norte geométrico  /  between the magnetic pole and the geometric north
se encuentra el Punto Ártica.  /  is located the Arctica Point.
entre el polo magnético y el norte geométrico  /  between the magnetic pole and the geometric north
se encuentra el Punto Ártica.  /  is located the Arctica Point.

Esperar no es lo único que haremos allí.  /  To wait is not the only thing we’ll do there.
Sabes que no es fácil sobrevivir,  /  You know it’s not easy to survive,
cuando no hay nada que te empuje a seguir.  /  when there’s nothing pushing you on.

ER25 PA01 RUIZZO ©1995 ®2019

Old raw jazzy piano trailer: https://soundcloud.com/esemanolain-ruizzo/unique-piano-session-2013

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