introducing the stylophone...................

I'm keeping it going with hope enough
I'm ticking off days and sleep is rough
A shot in the arm that gives a boost
I've got too cosy in my roost

CHORUS
I open my eyes and the world still seems the same
You can strip all away but the hope will still remain

These prison walls may not be physical
But they're strong enough to stop me seeing you
I'm closing my eyes, forming a wish
I'm searching the ocean for one fish

CHORUS

There's one step forward two steps back
And I've no white flag for this attack

CHORUS

Hope

god nyte argon sox (featuring Jason McNamara)

With special thanks to special guests: 
A. Fluffy Bunny (vocals)
Royce Wadstein (guitars) 

Royce Wadstein appears courtesy of #Hypnopompetus

Random Revelations from the White Courtesy Telephone

23 - 6-2021- Portugal

Senseless indiscriminate killing of civilians...Israel and Gaza 2023. Ukraine 2022. Sickening atrocities in Myanmar 2021. I wrote this song after Tianamen square 1989.  The dates change but we never change do we? Remembering all those who have suffered, or are suffering

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Written London 1989


In cold blood

Its hard to understand
Its harder to believe
The blood is on their hands
Its in the air we breathe
Among the bicycles
Lying twisted there
The tangled bodies
Left strewn across the square

Running with the face of fear
In cold blood
Our sons and our daughters
Cut down and taken from us
In cold blood
Can noone stop the slaughter?
For the love of god
They're killing them all
In cold blood

There was no warning
No mercy, no forgiveness
Just grey of morning 
And blood turned into mist
The rain will come again
And wash the stains away
It cannot heal the pain
Or wipe the memory

Running with the face of fear
In cold blood
Our sons and our daughters
Cut down and taken from us
In cold blood
Can noone stop the slaughter?
For the love of god
They're killing them all
In cold blood

In cold blood

I'm very happy that Terry was inspired to lay down some improvised, free-style, clear-eyed observations on where the ? we're going : )to the tune of 'out there . . somewhere'. https://soundcloud.com/learningtoplay/out-there-somewhere

If you haven't discovered Terry's wonderful music, writing, performance yet, do yourself a favour and go directly to: https://soundcloud.com/user-536194718

guitar by learningtoplay // beats, bass, free-style poetry & vocals by Terry Wigmore (improv transcript below)

I have half a mind to write something profound: something that would not easily be forgotten.
And then my thoughts run away with my logic 
Running to the extremes of existence, thoughts of the cosmological meaning of
a grain of sand, on a polluted beach, soon to be underwater, from global warming.
Temperatures rise, people's feeling's rise, dough rises, yeast...
Flat bread, Flat earth... how can we connect all these tings?
Line ups on the top of Mount Everest! Who would have thought that this would be a thing that you could see in a movie clip on the evening news? Breaking News! Mountaineers fall to their deaths waiting in line, through lack of oxygen. Maybe we should give a few politicians some lack of oxygen and see how they fall?! Too much air on the airwaves, not enough content. A million channels, high -speed delivery system...no one listening...no one cares.
Shoe-box size satellites, 60 of them released. Supposed to be putting the internet to every space available on the surface of the earth. Internet? How about food? How about clean water? How about a place to feel safe? How about a place of refuge for a refugee? A place of comfort for those who traveled and struggled all their lives, escaping one form of persecution only to fall to a legal entanglement that keeps them dying in cages. So much to ponder, so little time.
Life is full of these enigmas. Or is it that life is full of mystery wrapped in an enema?
A whole lot of house cleaning to be done.
What does it take? What would it take for us to to work together for once, just once? Solve the problem of , “I don't like you, but I'm willing to work with you?” “ I don't like your...thoughts, your clothes, the colour of your skin, the books you read, the celebrations you have,...but I'm willing to work with you...”
Because I don't need to be right, I just need to be free...free from HATE.

We all came from somewhere. We're all migrants from a place that we called home. Whatever that place looks like now, home is where the heart IS...where you feel connected! You might have been unplugged, perhaps forcefully unplugged, but you're here NOW. THIS is home! This is where we have to work together, to love, to live, and to build together, to Be Free...

(T Wigmore, in the flow with learningtoplay's 'Out There . . Somewhere')

out there . . somewhere (ltp + Terry Wigmore)

Will you love me when i'm 90?

Castle Rock

Near to deliverance

Most of this piece was recorded in 2016 but I abandoned it until I decided to clean my computer files up recently. I added the vocals and a few horn samples to "finish" it off.
It's "sister" piece which takes the same bass loops, speeds them up and takes it all to a very different place can be listened to here:
https://soundcloud.com/graeme-mc-pherson/1-minute-40-seconds

The original spoken word sample is by "wjoojoo" and can be found here:
https://freesound.org/people/Speedenza/sounds/263544/

They Dug Everything Out Of The Earth

Dear friends, this is not a nice song!
It's awful how low the villains can sink!
The number of robberies, beatings and fraud against our oldest people has increased a lot!

Cheated

I read in the news  that a lady was robbed
when she opened her door for a man who claimed
that he has come from the department of police
but he broke in to her home and also hit her in her face
and the lady was robbed

A lady who lives  in a house in the woods
had a reputation for having lots of money - in her purse
a gang of young boys had decided to rob
the old lady who lives in the desolate woods
and the lady was robbed

One morning in may  she got a call from a man
who said that he is her bank contact this year
and he forced her to  reveal her BankID for him
and then he moved all her money to his own bank account
and the lady was robbed

Cheated

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