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Do you dream in black and white, as the bogie man drags you under the bed?
And when you wake up covered in a cold sweat, can you remember what you did,
Did you cry out for your mother, like you used to do when you were a child?
As he pulled you kicking towards the black window, him…Continue
October winds cut to the bone, this night all souls will rise and roam,
We keep our candles burning bright, to guide them home on this dark night,
The windows rattle the doors creak; old ghosts walk the tiny streets,
But tonight they have not come alone; something else has come to…Continue
A.-MazeMy world is in upheavalFor you have comeOpened my eyesOnceAlwaysStunned my heart with radianceThat echoes in me now, new life tracing my soulWhere I never knew there was room for more love than thisMore love than could be bearable in this…Continue
All the world all the wrongsSo many lives so many songsHoping for a chanceWaiting for a danceAll the while I would rather notAnd all their pain has been forgot A wasted chanceA wasted lifeA soul that would flee …Continue
For Bill Grundy [1923-1993] and good times at Granada Studios Manchester UK Grey days always remind me of Manchester,Salford Docks, kitchen sinks, Archie Street,of Rita Tushingham in Shelagh Delaney’sbitter Taste of Honey, of Albert Finney inAlan…Continue
For Appius Claudius Caecus, he recognized the need for good roads. The water lies beyond the ridge,over the water, the ancient bridge,across the bridge on a tedious road,a weary pilgrim, in twilight, strode. The road went far without a bend,a…Continue