tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31728699587884137962024-02-07T13:14:35.026+00:00a lyric a daythis blog contains lyrics, poems, words and songs written by me, jonny scott blair. all the content is copyright jonny scott blair and the words just convey meanings and feelings from life on this planet...Jonny Blairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02546836063018572726noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172869958788413796.post-78079740408496355492014-06-05T11:22:00.002+01:002014-06-05T11:22:28.881+01:00Stolen World Cup ticketsIf you read this article and want to help me find my stolen World Cup tickets please visit these sites and contact me:
<a href="http://dhlstolemyworldcuptickets.blogspot.hk/" target="_blank">DHL stolen World Cup tickets</a> <a href="http://fifastolemyworldcuptickets.blogspot.hk/" target="_blank">FIFA stolen World Cup tickets</a>Jonny Blairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02546836063018572726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172869958788413796.post-21372069631520132092014-05-01T02:59:00.002+01:002014-05-01T02:59:27.835+01:00bang goes another dream<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLUoKKY_kKPef_C9jMQED2Lytm2wnMkKH8XWTGzfoA2iQIr3Q6hyphenhyphens6puv9o-hPCIyGW4bEDaFL-Z48QubaiepVi9wJKTOTkTCMvRMRsqSXgdNacPOW2a5FmQA8IR3nGxY5z3Nt7C9moCM/s1600-h/this+world.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLUoKKY_kKPef_C9jMQED2Lytm2wnMkKH8XWTGzfoA2iQIr3Q6hyphenhyphens6puv9o-hPCIyGW4bEDaFL-Z48QubaiepVi9wJKTOTkTCMvRMRsqSXgdNacPOW2a5FmQA8IR3nGxY5z3Nt7C9moCM/s320/this+world.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354722900565963794" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
inspired by a rodney trotter line in the only fools and horses episode "yuppy love", this song is a sombre sad reflection on missing out on something.<br />
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As I head <a href="http://www.backpackinginchina.net/" target="_blank">backpacking in China</a> I thought of this once again.Jonny Blairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02546836063018572726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172869958788413796.post-17812562993934417282009-10-01T23:26:00.002+01:002009-10-02T00:03:27.778+01:00hamilton china<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSK2FdjXmZ0fesFTHm16_0tU9NoOw9u_onTpAUj2CAceJCkrio755KOkIosXzOOCDQzI71vbT0B6nLM6Fnsu8xCEH6VhTRNiOSU_ORhMkkPIk6_-UxDaBSkcwQlqgZMSXta0y9_aZUwa8/s1600-h/PICT0463.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSK2FdjXmZ0fesFTHm16_0tU9NoOw9u_onTpAUj2CAceJCkrio755KOkIosXzOOCDQzI71vbT0B6nLM6Fnsu8xCEH6VhTRNiOSU_ORhMkkPIk6_-UxDaBSkcwQlqgZMSXta0y9_aZUwa8/s320/PICT0463.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387762515387603874" /></a><br />This song was written in New Zealand, the city of Hamilton as it happens, a few days before my flight to China. I'm writing about this now in a rare internet moment I have had recently, as it feels appropriate to print the lyrics of this song because in less than 2 days time, I'm heading east again in life...to Taiwan. I wrote the song live in the front room of the wee hostel in Hamilton. I took the last bed in the hostel, JDs Backpackers. I had arrived on a 3 hour bus journey from Taupo and when I got to the bus depot, there appeared to be no vacancies at any of the hostels, it was July 2007, their winter. Then suddenly there was one bed in JDs, but it was a fair few miles out of town. Luckily the lady who worked there, Bex picked me up and took me there in their mini-van! And from entering I realised it was a fun hostel. An old worn acoustic guitar gaped up at me on entering the lounge. I was in urgent need of a strum, having gone more than a month without a guitar, and so I penned the song "Hamilton China", a song written in Hamilton about my trip ahead to China.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipQMRIX5e548j222j6zsTG7WVaf2ZLenviOMEEDimiPcE06RCrlCHRRJnJEEwwTYu7aghKli1i1ijlgNeEese-eSz-udXfm3jGVh89qAhOgW6E2xpQitgMK5rTf9fun0af1_66DpVYHE4/s1600-h/PICT0425.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipQMRIX5e548j222j6zsTG7WVaf2ZLenviOMEEDimiPcE06RCrlCHRRJnJEEwwTYu7aghKli1i1ijlgNeEese-eSz-udXfm3jGVh89qAhOgW6E2xpQitgMK5rTf9fun0af1_66DpVYHE4/s320/PICT0425.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387762509282662130" /></a><br />It was made even better when I met Yang, a local cleaner, who was from China, a man of international spirit and free talking, and it was a conversation with him about China and the fact I'd never heard of Tiananmen Square that got me strumming the line "the only reason that I've heard of China is because I bought a map and it had China on it..." and so the song progressed, written and sung in front of 4 others in JDs lounge. I later added some extra lyrics and a verse, following on from my actual experience in beijing and badaling, china!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP5Z5PTufycsuKthh5LFirb1aBax916J464UDgLseyAFLtM1-G2oqx0CsQG5d5MzixeYXEsmPmahHWnDGtrxbowqthqwdFt4iiMM_hRsDfGy7Tyhxu2pBuQuEvOJP4WD2HVMwCGN7ajOI/s1600-h/PICT0422.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP5Z5PTufycsuKthh5LFirb1aBax916J464UDgLseyAFLtM1-G2oqx0CsQG5d5MzixeYXEsmPmahHWnDGtrxbowqthqwdFt4iiMM_hRsDfGy7Tyhxu2pBuQuEvOJP4WD2HVMwCGN7ajOI/s320/PICT0422.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387762496515165858" /></a><br /><br />written - 28.07.07<br /><br />collection - northern range (2007 - track 5)<br /><br />where - hamilton, north island, new zealand<br /><br />about - my trip ahead to china<br /><br />inspired by - yang xixao (from china)<br /><br />performed live - JDs hostel lounge, hamilton<br /><br />audience - yang, a danish guy, a guy from bristol and bex, the hostel lady<br /><br />lyrics -<br /><br />the only reason that ive heard of china<br />is because i bought a map and it had china on it<br />and i hope that we all find out freedom<br />in china<br /><br />the day before i had a plane to china<br />i wrote this song about a plane to china<br />and its easy to find some freedom<br />in china<br /><br />i hadnt even heard/of tiananmen square<br />and so the forbidden garden's forbidden<br />this man is english i can understand him<br />where's the bar around here?<br /><br /><br />the only reason that ive heard of china<br />is because i bought a map and it had china on it<br />and i hope that we all find out freedom<br />in china<br /><br />the day before i had a plane to china<br />i wrote this song about a plane to china<br />and its easy to find some freedom<br />in china<br /><br />so much smog and you say you eat dog<br />at the huntong's im beijing doubt<br />yet only by luck i have peking duck<br />my china nightclub's european<br /><br /><br />the only reason that ive heard of china<br />is because i bought a map and it had china on it<br />and i hope that we all find out freedom<br />in china<br /><br />the day before i had a plane to china<br />i wrote this song about a plane to china<br />and its easy to find some freedom<br />in china<br /><br />my china nightclub's european<br />my china nightclub's europeanJonny Blairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02546836063018572726noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172869958788413796.post-76021387759155046092009-09-25T10:41:00.002+01:002009-09-25T11:44:45.688+01:00(i won't be without you)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8FUXJYpE1yRR3FJUeT-kpvaellKjpRuZ996e2mMGIjskljpOzLTTGTxfOdkwBhYs7G8-m5xZDhSB7UZrIhQeYj7d4xnwZ__F9WwAWkWO4kwpRgysSVrvq9zZd76DkBIz-jDr-fLIWoKk/s1600-h/Won__t_go_home_without_you_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8FUXJYpE1yRR3FJUeT-kpvaellKjpRuZ996e2mMGIjskljpOzLTTGTxfOdkwBhYs7G8-m5xZDhSB7UZrIhQeYj7d4xnwZ__F9WwAWkWO4kwpRgysSVrvq9zZd76DkBIz-jDr-fLIWoKk/s320/Won__t_go_home_without_you_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385354112205331922" /></a><br /><br />written - 18/03/05<br /><br />about - false love<br /><br />collection - room card only, 2004 (track 18)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXlALkrQyfuVRTj_s0lYM4iEl0c1yfDaHj1zqkNNS6M5MDuKcN1PTKeZHYmVSytjlfbljc461THQZSB5oxlchwqcvyjEQlqxeAcyeHCTUpyruZ8yCvQ2mRqHXYsCqcPxMaaC9upv-vDrI/s1600-h/Sark.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXlALkrQyfuVRTj_s0lYM4iEl0c1yfDaHj1zqkNNS6M5MDuKcN1PTKeZHYmVSytjlfbljc461THQZSB5oxlchwqcvyjEQlqxeAcyeHCTUpyruZ8yCvQ2mRqHXYsCqcPxMaaC9upv-vDrI/s320/Sark.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385354103703368114" /></a><br />lyrics -<br /><br />who put the fire in my heart out?<br />i'm staring at a starless sky<br />traffic waiting at the roundabout<br />i've got that glint in my eye<br /><br />but i won't be without you<br />not like a dream where i don't wake up<br /><br />i won't be without you<br /><br />i won't be without you<br /><br />i won't be without you<br /><br />i won't be without you<br /><br />i won't be without you<br /><br />i won't be without youJonny Blairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02546836063018572726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172869958788413796.post-28520129200369825492009-09-24T10:04:00.002+01:002009-09-24T10:20:56.670+01:00a powerful realitywritten - 29/6/2004<br /><br />about - dreams in life<br /><br />collection - only me (2004) track 7<br /><br />lyrics - <br /><br />these clouds of mine are drifting by<br />and they won't tell me why<br />my local street looks american<br /><br />the dreams we have you understand<br />are what God might have planned<br />before the world was counterfeit<br /><br />hey hey hey<br />i was looking away<br />from the time of my life<br />hey hey hey at what price?<br /><br />in life's uplands you never land<br />upon the golden sand<br />we read about as school children<br /><br />on summer nights my parasites<br />are never by my side<br />they're locked inside treasure chests<br /><br />hey hey hey<br />i was looking away<br />from the time of my life<br />hey hey hey at what price?<br /><br />don't think you're alone<br />don't feel you're alone<br />everybody's in the same boat<br />pray it's not the titanicJonny Blairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02546836063018572726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172869958788413796.post-32153690407441595672009-09-23T09:41:00.002+01:002009-09-23T09:49:56.361+01:00collapse italy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKm91qNChKzuT__ASVyx4XyQ6IT4hssw6czg7dWz0Lci0mpgLC7l7IdEM9QFEhfX5dMzim7fYiCWIuo0oeN_f21txWBj8uEJ8p89yiYmni5X0eqslDbZ4exrYbM9S-cFtuQ6IR0lCqEOU/s1600-h/Italy6.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKm91qNChKzuT__ASVyx4XyQ6IT4hssw6czg7dWz0Lci0mpgLC7l7IdEM9QFEhfX5dMzim7fYiCWIuo0oeN_f21txWBj8uEJ8p89yiYmni5X0eqslDbZ4exrYbM9S-cFtuQ6IR0lCqEOU/s320/Italy6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384582384622517698" /></a><br />written - 2006<br /><br />collection - charing cross (track 4)<br /><br />lyrics -<br /><br />i've been round hers again<br />these nights just pass me by<br />i won't deny myself<br />the right to make her mine<br /><br />but maybe she won't have me<br />i'm a spark that she won't light<br />those two stars they travelled together<br />but never quite collideJonny Blairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02546836063018572726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172869958788413796.post-54729694554852358592009-08-17T00:16:00.003+01:002009-08-17T00:22:07.696+01:00you can hold your head up high<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Zt3857fOKDkYRcqvZklIfWdG3RVcRv-UBGbu9-v_6SSyAZQak_qzf97JRqMIddeazfg63618T7cUA5kBpum-BZchq1E8-KjbT_dAJDmVC5c4amS8aOqQS-JC3Pusq9GsPSHJE3u0cX0/s1600-h/washington-dc-city-guide-ga-1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Zt3857fOKDkYRcqvZklIfWdG3RVcRv-UBGbu9-v_6SSyAZQak_qzf97JRqMIddeazfg63618T7cUA5kBpum-BZchq1E8-KjbT_dAJDmVC5c4amS8aOqQS-JC3Pusq9GsPSHJE3u0cX0/s320/washington-dc-city-guide-ga-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370705693611992562" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmxV-UXcPniMUJeAh3SXESHoxpTsDs4pj7sxFEeMxkJzAK-OjGOf5Qlnk3cZR51_kr_05qwanEgKs8NYO729cUfUKxjj3NhgYDnaUrkILP92Sbxt51hsDOvXSvL6NfplTRtpqWZR-Pf-A/s1600-h/1545.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmxV-UXcPniMUJeAh3SXESHoxpTsDs4pj7sxFEeMxkJzAK-OjGOf5Qlnk3cZR51_kr_05qwanEgKs8NYO729cUfUKxjj3NhgYDnaUrkILP92Sbxt51hsDOvXSvL6NfplTRtpqWZR-Pf-A/s320/1545.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370705689025261362" /></a><br />written - 1998<br /><br />lyrics -<br /><br />standing on the sun<br />is not as hot as i imagined<br />at least the earths a safety net<br />holding out a gun<br />for the ground youre standing on<br />makes a man no less a man<br /><br />you can either stand and cry<br />or you can hold your head up high<br /><br />crime is almost gone<br />as we fill our rights with wrongs<br />a preacher stands reluctantly<br />bullets pass my head<br />fifteen people lying dead<br />innocence is null and void<br /><br />you can either stand and cry<br />or you can hold your head up highJonny Blairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02546836063018572726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172869958788413796.post-13698654464590234472009-08-10T14:25:00.003+01:002009-08-10T14:30:14.547+01:00i've got nothing to killwritten - 2006 - 2007<br /><br />collection - charing cross (track 3)<br /><br />lyrics -<br /><br />my tongue's a taste of chardonnay<br />the time is ticking fast<br />this life has watched me come and go<br />the chemists help me last<br /><br />i feel i'm in control<br />but i don't know what of<br />my destiny is do predictable<br />i know i've lost my soul<br /><br />i've got nothing to kill<br />so i'm not your suspect<br /><br />my lips sucked out the chardonnay<br />my glass an empty heart<br />people notice i'm there again<br />and have been from the start<br /><br />i feel i'm in control<br />but i don't know what of<br />my destiny is so predictable<br />i know i've lost my soul<br /><br />i've got nothing to kill<br />so go find your culpritJonny Blairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02546836063018572726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172869958788413796.post-70742465669290293212009-08-02T23:43:00.003+01:002009-08-03T00:08:05.784+01:00not rising<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-a5VDlPgOqfEEx-tHldGdEUxLMgsq-NYE8vis53hcdODBZAhMAuLCHYvHer5oyfSZoYEtO_EJV2oMIPDQzn9RWCxJL0stQTIR7xuQLi1rot2JvQETXlSwKyQjOqHZrNSGz8RUwGF_KPk/s1600-h/Rising_sun_bar.jpg"><img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 152px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZCTn7ooZCt3lzoqqDvNZQdA2hE30r3y2y3hTFeMUs4HWtDrKcqXWSmEpfj6y1Wqamz_iImXWKjCz1iTAD9HOU3sUjaaE8R2iY81Ae9iaiW7MGgbflvB2XmOC8ANWVXhpQsl3mG9Zrurg/s320/_39508981_greysteel_203.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365506999581578674" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp6CT30OzzVyg4L4mnSwAqYjgFYs66_7FqSBt2vep1B5nCCAmxDsb448BRD_Jr0Dm9PuosbT2fYnjPT_gBlZaHbqYf34awI3LYlz1GSAVfbi6uZ5ygt_i7I41nzTV_KahMM2j_82Bh-dI/s1600-h/deadrising1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp6CT30OzzVyg4L4mnSwAqYjgFYs66_7FqSBt2vep1B5nCCAmxDsb448BRD_Jr0Dm9PuosbT2fYnjPT_gBlZaHbqYf34awI3LYlz1GSAVfbi6uZ5ygt_i7I41nzTV_KahMM2j_82Bh-dI/s320/deadrising1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365507008828301138" /></a><br /><br />written - 2000<br /><br />collection - <br /><br />about - greysteel massacre, londonderry, halloween night, 1993 (dark times)<br /><br />lyrics -<br /><br />problem still hasn't been solved<br />mainly due to lack of trust<br />but who could force a man<br />to sit beside a killer?<br /><br />without some kind of fear<br />i could not be standing here<br /><br />but the rising sun's not rising tonight<br />in its innocent yet torn apart world<br />and the rising sun ain't rising tonight<br />in a sky so dark i can't see the moon<br /><br />and the sorrow doesn't end there<br />everyone watches the news<br />and where is all this leading?<br />to another grave yard question mark?<br /><br />without my native land<br />i could never shake your hand<br /><br />but the rising sun's not rising tonight<br />in its innocent yet torn apart world<br />and the rising sun ain't rising tonight<br />and in times to come it won't rise again<br /><br />without a loaded gun<br />i'm the same as anyone<br /><br />but the rising sun's not rising tonight<br />in its innocent yet torn apart world<br />and the rising sun ain't rising tonight<br />in a sky so dark i can't see the moonJonny Blairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02546836063018572726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172869958788413796.post-36275209693450571442009-07-29T20:25:00.004+01:002009-07-29T20:41:14.337+01:00the way it isn't<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcx7uZf_XZSSKsbVbR9OrtZ1ZUHRiBq4vzEirhdcErjHJuBNmMhCMdcsGyzZ2z75gJyxANs_mdAlIA9aumYqNOlgm-ISel3P-87ku6h49LcZ6tJ5H2kqgIkMTWQEu4pCJYqD_pe5gRVN0/s1600-h/northern-ireland-terror-continues-europe-press-ira-attacks-belfast-terrorism-march.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcx7uZf_XZSSKsbVbR9OrtZ1ZUHRiBq4vzEirhdcErjHJuBNmMhCMdcsGyzZ2z75gJyxANs_mdAlIA9aumYqNOlgm-ISel3P-87ku6h49LcZ6tJ5H2kqgIkMTWQEu4pCJYqD_pe5gRVN0/s320/northern-ireland-terror-continues-europe-press-ira-attacks-belfast-terrorism-march.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363967337091011314" /></a>this song is one of my favourites, envisaging a young man who is a terrorist in northern ireland, i wrote this song about not knowing the answers for the problems we have had in our wee country. there is a sense of reality to this tune, a real life reflection on terrorism. the main subject is how newspapers report us as being always wrong and they tell it "the way it isn't", hence the song's title, changed from the original of "standing on my own"<br /><br />written - 2001<br /><br />about - northern ireland<br /><br />lyrics -<br /><br />in my homeland forlorn<br />the sun shines down upon<br />a tattooed youth<br />his mind a microwave<br />of loss and feeling brave<br />in disrepute<br /><br />my eyes bore into him<br />beneath a sky undimmed<br />by fear and callousness<br /><br />i've worked out why my feet are cold<br />is that why i'm not getting old<br />the winter air won't let me know<br />the summer breeze won't let me go<br />and i'm a faded mural<br /><br />in bloodshot countryside<br />rain does it's best to hide<br />un-needed graves<br />despite an empty hand<br />a balacalavad man is suspicious<br />another ambulance can't take much more of this<br />pray it's a fire<br /><br />i never got my fortune told<br />what that means i'll never know<br />the winter breeze won't let me know<br />the summer air won't let me go<br />and i'm a faded mural<br /><br />another paper tells<br />it the way it isn't<br />we're front page news<br />and when we live in peace<br />i'll keep my memories<br />the nights of fear<br /><br />i've worked out why my feet are cold<br />is that why i'm not getting old<br />the winter air won't let me know<br />the summer breeze won't let me go<br />and i'm a faded mural<br /><br />in my home town forlorn<br />the sun shines down upon<br />a tattooed youth<br /><br />Acoustic Settee Version, Southbourne, 2009<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qw8HGsSkEEI&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qw8HGsSkEEI&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Jonny Blairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02546836063018572726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172869958788413796.post-61866193704836972222009-07-24T11:53:00.004+01:002009-07-29T20:49:51.403+01:00charing cross<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr2q2LceKvPoAg9V8-VIcvMLoMOUK0nkcTUxv_afkqoOp6pJxisbo7am7dTpWqa6cEOvzdBf7yS9v6U6xWHI9sp-SkV-ZMh3yj3t8OJ4UUD6hdumbBHkdxq85GCcDG_yWNovhFTQmrYb0/s1600-h/6332+Charing+Cross.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr2q2LceKvPoAg9V8-VIcvMLoMOUK0nkcTUxv_afkqoOp6pJxisbo7am7dTpWqa6cEOvzdBf7yS9v6U6xWHI9sp-SkV-ZMh3yj3t8OJ4UUD6hdumbBHkdxq85GCcDG_yWNovhFTQmrYb0/s320/6332+Charing+Cross.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363971681768793570" /></a><br />written - 25/09/2006<br /><br />about - london trains, in particular my daily journeys to and from the mythical station of "charing cross", is this the red herring for "strand", "embankment" or "trafi's q"<br /><br />lyrics -<br /><br />no-one wants to talk to me<br />i feel so statue-esque<br />the morning breaks the ice of dawn<br />nobody looks impressed<br /><br />it's no surprise<br />that some of us would rather close our eyes<br /><br />and you'll be sleeping on your own<br />if you don't get out at charing cross<br /><br />no-one wants to look at me<br />i'm not invisible<br />each station fades a new crowd in<br />conversation minimal<br /><br />its obvious<br />that most of us would rather not get up<br /><br />but somehow everyone's the same<br />when you get out at charing cross<br /><br />you won't make up the time you've lost<br />this train will stop at charing cross<br /><br />you don't get back the love you lost<br />when your train stops at charing cross<br /><br />you don't know who'll be hugging you<br />till you get off at charing crossJonny Blairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02546836063018572726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172869958788413796.post-80315443476587992312009-07-23T00:00:00.002+01:002009-07-23T00:08:15.131+01:00away from the world<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUxoAvhVp8vY91tnIOTnH-1zAB71wr4yrXSSoijUJzMLAFIaBRUOHMsfMTn5vcrnaetT1uDgRphi05BATYy_oDwswC4utgXaO5Hk_1wNmIIfq6q3IujosDZZ2zzJw2bqB9ejg2egubkpQ/s1600-h/winter.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUxoAvhVp8vY91tnIOTnH-1zAB71wr4yrXSSoijUJzMLAFIaBRUOHMsfMTn5vcrnaetT1uDgRphi05BATYy_oDwswC4utgXaO5Hk_1wNmIIfq6q3IujosDZZ2zzJw2bqB9ejg2egubkpQ/s320/winter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361425128905980034" /></a><br />this song is about hiding away from the world and feeling sad and lonely and the need to hide from people with your fears. i hope a lot of people can relate to this song, the chorus of which is simply "we cloak ourselves in black to hide away from the world" and that was inspired by a teacher/lecturer at bournemouth university during 2005.<br /><br />written - gradual song, 2003 - 2007. main part written november 2005<br /><br />collection - twenty five your havin a laff (track 12)<br /><br />lyrics -<br /><br />i've found some space<br />without any hurt<br />resting my head away from the world<br /><br />i need some time<br />alone with my thoughts<br />working them out away from the world<br /><br />we cloak ourselves<br />in black to hide away from the world<br /><br />my little enclave away from the world<br /><br />i've lost my friends<br />no reasons why<br />i guess i'll hide away from the world<br /><br />i've hurt myself<br />too many times<br />but hurts don't hurt away from the world<br /><br />we cloak ourselves<br />in black to hide away from the world<br /><br />my little enclave away from the world<br /><br />we cloak ourselves<br />in black to hide away from the world<br /><br />my little enclave away from the worldJonny Blairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02546836063018572726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172869958788413796.post-59377881182602991182009-07-13T01:39:00.002+01:002009-07-13T01:43:29.133+01:00moment of truthwritten - 1998<br /><br />lyrics -<br /><br />yesterday can't be erased<br />now's the time to turn the page<br />cos it's just a dropped stitch<br />in life's tapestry<br /><br />but this is my moment of truth<br />and i'm too scared to look<br />this is my moment of truth<br />it'll either send me up or down<br /><br />tomorrow can't be delayed<br />now's the time to look away<br />cos it's just a locked door<br />on life's corridor<br /><br />but this is my moment of truth<br />i don't have any excuse<br />this is my moment of truth<br />it'll either send me up or down<br /><br />this is my moment of truth<br />and i'm too scared to look<br />this is my moment of truth<br />it'll either send me up or down<br />it'll either give me pride or pain<br /><br />it's too late to read the book<br />and i don't know which way to look<br /><br />it's too late to read the book<br />and i don't know which way to look<br /><br />now's the time to turn the page<br />cos yesterday can't be erasedJonny Blairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02546836063018572726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172869958788413796.post-48091289010075217862009-07-08T15:16:00.004+01:002009-07-08T19:17:13.283+01:00give the girl a bone<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzQTUQjOusCd39vQCuMiFJ0QxhQuatnyFI56kQfVt-3VpUUBuN-4sS4llAMiXxcbx8NHwJWWom9GKurrhq5VO8MqsehN8S5mkGXQqPm7L6k09l0eSbolOQDZV0kZ8fAIED6mP3gBKxqcQ/s1600-h/lustful-t-girl-wants-some-chocolate-bone_1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzQTUQjOusCd39vQCuMiFJ0QxhQuatnyFI56kQfVt-3VpUUBuN-4sS4llAMiXxcbx8NHwJWWom9GKurrhq5VO8MqsehN8S5mkGXQqPm7L6k09l0eSbolOQDZV0kZ8fAIED6mP3gBKxqcQ/s320/lustful-t-girl-wants-some-chocolate-bone_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356153340734692850" /></a><br />you could be forgiven for thinking this is a song about pornography. it kind of is, its that era of my life when i was out in pubs, clubs and bars chatting up the girls. the song was written in july 2004. its actually not really me this song, more of a stereotype from english people i have met and known over the years.<br /><br />written - bournemouth bars, 1st july 2004<br /><br />collection - room card only (track 2)<br /><br />lyrics -<br /><br />these days you find it easier to smile<br />because you'd found yourself<br />you'd been away a while<br /><br />another bar another beer<br />the lady in the corner<br />doesn't want to drink alone<br />give the girl a bone<br /><br />these days you know life moving slow<br />because you've lost yourself<br />you don't know where to go<br /><br />another dream another lie<br />the apple of your eye<br />isn't worthy of the throne<br />don't give the girl a boneJonny Blairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02546836063018572726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172869958788413796.post-28011045259485934902009-07-06T18:21:00.002+01:002009-07-06T20:23:34.663+01:00sandwich child<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOLwhdAQtCHF_9JKm5d0mnfJixWlAWzV3YTJAYrzdAm0MVhWhe4K0rayVkkYUIHjILC-ksPFiuCtHfcuZP833aaMofcmSKR3UG3qy6bUIn6FNz4aZu0amvDbS4LAjeLnd0n6a-QrDmsh8/s1600-h/child_eating_sandwich.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 176px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOLwhdAQtCHF_9JKm5d0mnfJixWlAWzV3YTJAYrzdAm0MVhWhe4K0rayVkkYUIHjILC-ksPFiuCtHfcuZP833aaMofcmSKR3UG3qy6bUIn6FNz4aZu0amvDbS4LAjeLnd0n6a-QrDmsh8/s320/child_eating_sandwich.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355418182225714498" /></a><br />back in 2004 i was working in the heathlands hotel in bournemouth's east cliff. i worked with a half persian half german lady called hamta. she was very distinctive. one night she described herself as a "sandwich child" cos she was the middle of her siblings. i loved the term and wrote the song within days, also honing in on the conversations we had including one where she was fed up with "this english life". after a few shifts i never saw her again...<br /><br />written - 3/10/2004<br /><br />about - hamta, the sandwich child<br /><br />inspiration - hamta from heathlands hotel<br /><br />lyrics -<br /><br />in montreal you lost it all<br />strange numbers on your phone<br />your persian rug has had enough<br />the police follow you home<br /><br />the world doesn't love you<br />you're just a sandwich child<br />you wouldn't drink champagne out of a tea cup<br /><br />in london town the sun goes down<br />drink put me in prison<br />your northern heart a world apart<br />don't buy the drugs they sell<br /><br />the world doesn't need you<br />you're just a sandwich child<br />you wouldn't have a chandelair in your council flat<br /><br />in germany paid harmony<br />you're homeward bound at last<br />the english life of sleepless nights<br />the chemists help you last<br /><br />the world doesn't want you<br />you're just a sandwich child<br />you wouldn't drive a limosine through north belfastJonny Blairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02546836063018572726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172869958788413796.post-90156893571313558872009-07-04T22:42:00.002+01:002009-07-08T19:24:49.481+01:00the truthwritten - 1998<br /><br />about - as it suggests, a form of truth and reality from life on this here planet so it is<br /><br />lyrics -<br /><br />the day grows old over your bones<br />the night digs deep into your sleep<br />and all you get is a salary a week<br /><br />listen now if you've got a minute<br />keep reaching till you find your limit<br />if you fail it doesn't matter<br />cos you can only go up or down<br />on life's ladder<br /><br />the time ticks past ever so fast<br />the world spins round out of design<br />and all you get is a memory to last<br /><br />listen now if you've got a second<br />keep reaching until fortune beckons<br />if you fail it doesn't matter<br />cos you can only go up or down on life's ladder<br />on life's ladder<br /><br />now you can have no excuse<br />cos i've just told you the truthJonny Blairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02546836063018572726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172869958788413796.post-54533385531032619012009-07-02T07:49:00.004+01:002009-07-04T22:30:26.439+01:00coming off the bug<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-iya5jiLs2zYC7mxY1IOY-b6r0xuFnm7Q84Dy8yXbABo05LZjI4A1Ldxnq194k3o6HWpINJeAsvs4aMMoAu7lnqW9mm2TEPxz-lIJQow9bUYQacGFxNH2op63bRDm2JnBe8-GZ48Fgiw/s1600-h/druplicon.large_.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-iya5jiLs2zYC7mxY1IOY-b6r0xuFnm7Q84Dy8yXbABo05LZjI4A1Ldxnq194k3o6HWpINJeAsvs4aMMoAu7lnqW9mm2TEPxz-lIJQow9bUYQacGFxNH2op63bRDm2JnBe8-GZ48Fgiw/s320/druplicon.large_.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353752232304209538" /></a><br />the bug in this instance is alcohol, and my desire to come off it, and stop. its ironic now that i don't really drink. i haven't had an alcoholic drink in the UK since late February 2009. but before in my life, it was a different story. especially the day i wrote this. i had just turned 20. i didn't really have any problems or issues in life back then. it was simple. i worked to go out with my friends. i worked in tesco at springhill. on my 20th birthday i worked until 3 pm and then headed out drinking in bangor. i drank too much into the night. last thing i knew was a taxi home and pouring a pint over my mate Mike in the Windsor pub. times were bad. the next morning was the worst experience ever. i didn't have to be in work, but i woke up, now aged 20. i had left my life as a teenager behind forever. life wasn't actually that great. alcohol was a big part of my life. that morning being 20 for the first time, i went shopping with Mum, and 3 times had to leave the supermarket for the toilets to throw up, barf up, be sick. i realised right then i should give up alcohol, but i didn't, though i stopped for 2 weeks. now i'm not drinking at the moment and feel so much better. it cannot be that hard to "give up the bug."<br /><br />written - march 2000<br /><br />about - giving up alcohol, late nights, hangovers<br /><br />lyrics -<br /><br />like falling in love<br />coming off the bug was easy<br />all it took was a mind that wasn't ready<br /><br />while losing the plot<br />i almost forgot my options<br />either come back, or admit that i'm not welcome<br /><br />high in the world to low in the world<br />high in the world then low in the world<br />in less than 24 hours<br /><br />i've had enough<br />coming off the bug believe me<br />flashbacks cold sweats unwanted memories<br /><br />with victory in mind i'm leaving behind commitment<br />at least i'm still aware that i'm not with it<br /><br />high in the world to low in the world<br />high in the world then low in the world<br />in less than 24 hoursJonny Blairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02546836063018572726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172869958788413796.post-68928885212049173832009-06-29T16:27:00.002+01:002009-06-29T16:45:49.281+01:00out of focuswritten -<br /><br />lyrics -<br /><br />you need to clear your head<br />you don't know what you need<br />you need to change your friends<br />cos they're your enemies<br /><br />you don't know where to start<br />you don't know when to stop<br />you've been sending letters cos your voice is not enough<br /><br />but you're only here on earth once<br />you might as well live it up<br />from the womb to the tomb<br />live everyday like the last<br /><br />you don't care whats ahead<br />you cling to whats behind<br />you've been in the background<br />out of focus all along<br /><br />you tried to tell the truth<br />it all came out as lies<br />you've broken every rule<br />you're changing your disguise<br /><br />but you're only given one chance<br />you might as well live it up<br />from the cot until you rot<br />don't let the moments passJonny Blairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02546836063018572726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172869958788413796.post-9142683038170278422009-06-24T21:35:00.003+01:002009-06-24T21:43:15.237+01:00WTC site<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLPx0BkG1Khlqj0LI-eohYmMIbDQvkaLPMum8HAi2SrFp2aeXeh2Z-OeVEii7FUxr02tanFHP5oqfsYLHwcEQxjJ3zmXliUoc3pco3u2jUDpdf8JOsssMQ2U8wbOoH9crgApq-MDfz9Ms/s1600-h/n503598464_138577_3966.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLPx0BkG1Khlqj0LI-eohYmMIbDQvkaLPMum8HAi2SrFp2aeXeh2Z-OeVEii7FUxr02tanFHP5oqfsYLHwcEQxjJ3zmXliUoc3pco3u2jUDpdf8JOsssMQ2U8wbOoH9crgApq-MDfz9Ms/s320/n503598464_138577_3966.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350997485809719042" /></a><br />whilst touring new york in 2007, i visited the gruesome spot of 9.11, the twin towers, ground zero, the world trade centre, WTC site. it was a very sombre sad moving experience indeed. i put pen to paper almost immediately. you dont need me to tell you what the song is about.<br /><br />written - 12.07.2007<br /><br />about - 11.09.2001<br /><br />lyrics -<br /><br />what slow kamikaze in a fire to burn us out?<br />you see the empire state so silent<br />all your staten island lost was a crowd so open armed<br />you saw the empire state building<br /><br />so your central park so green you cant recycle<br />if only 5th avenue was 5th<br />and this rockafeller has rocked so out of time<br />your subways are numbers, so you can count<br /><br />all the bodies in this world you've never found<br />out why there's no need to even try<br />park place sunday wtc site<br /><br />this smell reminds us in everyday we lose<br />you crossed the brooklyn bridge<br />and this museum you think its rotterdam anywhere<br />all you can drink tonight<br /><br />your circle line is a boat and no way from a to b<br />your city always asleep<br />we photograph French statues you claim to be your own<br />so green i'm northern irish jade with envy<br /><br />all the trains to grand central are never full<br />up to my eyes in baseball or<br />world trade centre wtc site<br />and i walk away wtc siteJonny Blairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02546836063018572726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172869958788413796.post-20623483568276208032009-06-20T02:53:00.001+01:002009-07-04T22:28:27.171+01:00stepping stones to canada<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguCJK6JfJSfnVvRGroE-olTSM8W1qr3TVwNWpk4QGHWY6rTwnjRm8kEe6eKHZXmPb0UoLkA7KD66PpfsYhv3BmIKKJ27FEzbYej2NLLCezS70ryTrbAs0m1g3grg861Nr7AY68waRcAhA/s1600-h/stepping-stones1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguCJK6JfJSfnVvRGroE-olTSM8W1qr3TVwNWpk4QGHWY6rTwnjRm8kEe6eKHZXmPb0UoLkA7KD66PpfsYhv3BmIKKJ27FEzbYej2NLLCezS70ryTrbAs0m1g3grg861Nr7AY68waRcAhA/s320/stepping-stones1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354719812858751234" /></a><br />i wrote this song in 2001 on my first trip to canada, but in fact the idea behind the song is one of the earliest memories in life i have. that is because when i was a child, i once had a dream where i walked on stepping stones to canada, from northern ireland. in reality there is no way that it can be done, as there are no stepping stones across the atlantic ocean, but i still love the idea, a dream like wisdom where it can be possible. just imagine it - walking on stepping stones to canada. then in 2001 i actually went to canada and was quite amazed by the three places i'd visited - toronto, niagara and winnipeg. walking through canada, the song came instantly and i was surprised that it totally turned out the way i wanted.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSXRCkw24ui6PTKbjvkqReXmPbaO8KcEVZ6vq5fKJI_ZQL1RbnmztuaH7AqpBk_vsGZZcLilEX7Ik97ycXioBjjTE9qm-Ts48TNV8hU7dvpnGPvOhIaue3vLTeTIxe2XwT7zcvIvj0YCo/s1600-h/Canada.jpeg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSXRCkw24ui6PTKbjvkqReXmPbaO8KcEVZ6vq5fKJI_ZQL1RbnmztuaH7AqpBk_vsGZZcLilEX7Ik97ycXioBjjTE9qm-Ts48TNV8hU7dvpnGPvOhIaue3vLTeTIxe2XwT7zcvIvj0YCo/s320/Canada.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354719812508073138" /></a><br />written - 2001<br /><br />idea formed - 1984 ish<br /><br />what its about - walking all the way to canada on stepping stones<br /><br />lyrics -<br /><br />you might not believe me<br />every photo shows my face<br />the first volcanic iceberg<br />the last developed state<br /><br />on a bridge half underwater<br />on a sky bound submarine<br /><br />i may have been dreaming<br />but i know i walked on stepping stones to canada<br /><br />this place is amazing<br />every image is for real<br />another photo for my memory<br />another smile in my year<br /><br />walking late downtown toronto<br />in the night club marathon<br /><br />my eyes don't deceive me<br />because i know i walked on stepping stones to canada<br /><br />god's sky above me<br />almost makes me feel at home<br />belfast's hidden beauty<br />shadowed on toronto's wall<br /><br />walking late night time niagara<br />in the night club marathon<br /><br />you might not believe me<br />but i know i walked on stepping stones to canadaJonny Blairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02546836063018572726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172869958788413796.post-37853389028720583892009-06-19T11:34:00.001+01:002009-06-25T16:34:36.928+01:00higherthis song is one of my favourites. i wrote it in 2004 in bournemouth just on the way to my job working by the beach, with the sun beating down and my thoughts of a fun free world, this song came instantly and worked its way into my head. i changed the title a lot, even called it "bournemouth song" and "sun beats" before realising the song itself takes us higher...<br /><br />written - summer 2004<br /><br />where - bournemouth<br /><br />on collection - only me (2004) and twenty five yer havin a laugh (2005)<br /><br />lyrics -<br /><br />SUN beats down DOWN down on me<br />every THOUSAND miles i go<br />love love LOVE don't come for FREE<br />that's ALL you'll need to know<br /><br />rain BEATS down down down on ME<br />every THOUSAND miles i go<br />guns guns GUNS come shoot him down<br />pretty GRAVES all in a row<br /><br />these days take me higher higher her higher her her<br />higher in the sun<br />higher in the rain<br />higher in the fun<br />higher in the pain<br /><br />rain beats DOWN down down on me<br />every thousand MILES i go<br />world WORLD world sleeps peacefully<br />waiting for a wind to BLOW<br /><br />time ticks TICKS ticks by so fast<br />every thousand miles i GO<br />memories won't EVER last<br />that's all you need to know<br /><br />these days take me higher higher her higher her her<br />higher in the sun<br />higher in the rain<br />higher in the fun<br />higher in the painJonny Blairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02546836063018572726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172869958788413796.post-19605886495201838012009-06-18T11:27:00.002+01:002009-06-25T16:23:55.232+01:00nothing's falling apart<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKnLdibz72lhpTVanYnTc5Boy9dLt5SRNt8Rj1stSfLt3WZtDb8ruLWE5wmHEvvkGHZsgezm-pGCG9nBnBBNaFOYamMtI416iCg0p06YrD1rJjMNhQRgnl25GZu8tdcHnDJXlFI7sbFsU/s1600-h/z100663934.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKnLdibz72lhpTVanYnTc5Boy9dLt5SRNt8Rj1stSfLt3WZtDb8ruLWE5wmHEvvkGHZsgezm-pGCG9nBnBBNaFOYamMtI416iCg0p06YrD1rJjMNhQRgnl25GZu8tdcHnDJXlFI7sbFsU/s320/z100663934.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351284235842038306" /></a><br />this song is a negative for sure, something when everything goes wrong in life and you have to convince yourself that its not your fault and really....nothing is falling apart.<br /><br />written - 2001 ish<br /><br />about - title suggests<br /><br />lyrics -<br /><br />defeat is catching up on me<br />i feel i've lost the drive of youth<br />my ups are equalled by my downs<br />my lies dont ever hide the truth<br /><br />the days are leaving me behind<br />there are no hills left to climb<br /><br />nothing's falling apart<br />something's bound to go wrong<br />every candle I light ends up going out<br />every sky I see falls down on me<br /><br />again i'm stripped of all belief<br />and almost dragged into defeat<br />my lows are equalled by my highs<br />my truth dont ever hide my lies<br /><br />the keys are opening no doors<br />there are no rules any more<br /><br />nothing's falling apart<br />something's bound to go wrong<br />every candle I light ends up going out<br />every sky I see falls down on me<br /><br />nothing's falling apart<br />something's bound to go wrong<br />every candle I light ends up going out<br />every sky I see falls down on meJonny Blairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02546836063018572726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172869958788413796.post-73774405776767745452009-06-17T10:35:00.004+01:002009-06-17T10:58:53.073+01:00gunned down<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl98p5GwMW6eJego6vTRv1mvPoqsVSV53UBqai9LXetJEPqiA6W-zH7ESLEUW_sp4kzISEu3eVnQhls_OYMwEV_f5xZ1jL1s7NvLg9qG9bItIosVvlmWsL8gmLBIZTKTNS_a7f5TaZuxs/s1600-h/104-s-en.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl98p5GwMW6eJego6vTRv1mvPoqsVSV53UBqai9LXetJEPqiA6W-zH7ESLEUW_sp4kzISEu3eVnQhls_OYMwEV_f5xZ1jL1s7NvLg9qG9bItIosVvlmWsL8gmLBIZTKTNS_a7f5TaZuxs/s320/104-s-en.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348233827412896210" /></a><br />written - 2004<br /><br />about - fascism<br /><br />lyrics -<br /><br />even in my calmest state i'm more fascist than you<br />it matters where you come from<br />it doesn't matter what you do<br /><br />i've seen it all - my water tap stopped running<br />dividing walls - we never know what's coming<br /><br />gunned down without a fight<br />the men to put it right gunned down<br />politics is just a loaded rifle<br />these days a vote is basically a bullet<br /><br />every ring of my telephone i'm a wanted man<br />you never lock your door at night<br />you never feel at home<br /><br />my street's on fire - every councillor has asked for peace<br />smoke fills the air - innocent I never claimed to be<br /><br />gunned down in broad daylight<br />the images of fright gunned down<br />parties are armed units<br />these days a speech prepares a murder<br /><br />mussolini hyphonated<br />that horthy so cleverly created<br />this ultra ruling <br />your apricot thatcher wished she knew more fruit<br /><br />guns guns guns it prepares a murderJonny Blairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02546836063018572726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172869958788413796.post-64054534950832765662009-06-16T22:29:00.003+01:002009-07-08T19:21:26.472+01:00she didn't waken early enough to catch the morning sun<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzE_lrqjHPZ8AXFT39mpuQzCkHgPB0Wjsj7C9_fSCtWsB94g9YtkyTlcXhQkHg8yDMWa2LrOdhzj4JQNUEPXIqakWuzPcN-YrYYzZzqDx4OxSDWXCUZ3G3rcQ2Dcqh9nRYGVkMJDl2ZXo/s1600-h/H97005.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzE_lrqjHPZ8AXFT39mpuQzCkHgPB0Wjsj7C9_fSCtWsB94g9YtkyTlcXhQkHg8yDMWa2LrOdhzj4JQNUEPXIqakWuzPcN-YrYYzZzqDx4OxSDWXCUZ3G3rcQ2Dcqh9nRYGVkMJDl2ZXo/s320/H97005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356155902263614866" /></a><br />written - november 2005<br /><br />original title - cant have you/untitled<br /><br />lyrics -<br /><br />she didnt waken early enough <br />to catch the morning sun<br />her fates diverted her to me<br />these days we're dreaming of<br /><br />i think i found my soul in her<br />in days that passed me by<br />my eyes bore slowly into her<br />her heart so clearly mine<br /><br />and i'll hold your hand forever<br />in suns that never fade<br />if i could have you<br /><br />she left her heart in camden town<br />awareness unaware<br />the forlorn sounds on promenades<br />an echo to declare<br /><br />i know i lost my soul to her<br />in days from me she stole<br />our ways so naturally divide<br />her heart was never mine<br /><br />and she's in my mind forever<br />when every effort fails<br />and i cant have you<br /><br />she didnt waken early enough to catch the morning sunJonny Blairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02546836063018572726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3172869958788413796.post-13255189524769931402009-06-15T19:44:00.002+01:002009-06-15T19:53:20.964+01:00far from losing you<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2qLrYUSZEKes9swtfMPCzDcC1UMYUUyK1AKjr9_I4Yox7tjYM3uyIfs8Ks87Bi2KhSV6mqMWHWO2uPKSzsh1z19ROsMJjskBHpQ2tKbws7WIkmDD3Iuf97rUGDmGkrszqWl51Kk0jSf0/s1600-h/manhands.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 191px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2qLrYUSZEKes9swtfMPCzDcC1UMYUUyK1AKjr9_I4Yox7tjYM3uyIfs8Ks87Bi2KhSV6mqMWHWO2uPKSzsh1z19ROsMJjskBHpQ2tKbws7WIkmDD3Iuf97rUGDmGkrszqWl51Kk0jSf0/s320/manhands.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347629363140147458" /></a><br />this song i found again recently, i wrote it about my Mum and the time i spent away from her. we always worry of losing someone close to us and this was a fear. that was 5 years agao and for the first time i've re-assessed the lyrics and i can't quite fathom them. it was written in bournemouth in 2004, for a compilation called "room card only."<br /><br />written - 4th july 2004<br /><br />compilation - room card only (track 3)<br /><br />about - mum, muriel blair scottne<br /><br />lyrics -<br /><br />a cold breeze of god's air<br />has left me unaware<br />the more i spend away<br />i never count the days<br />on every street i walk<br />i'm sinking in the lough<br />though my dreams may be impressive<br />i admit they're all so selfish<br /><br />but now i realise<br />i didn't have a clue<br />and i'm praying i'm far from losing you<br /><br />i should have seen it coming<br />why was i clock watching?<br />whenever my phone rings<br />it could be anything?<br />each knock on my door<br />i hope's a salesman<br />it was you who brought me up<br />only your tea fills my cup<br /><br />i should have known<br />its not all good news<br />that's why i hope i'm far from losing you<br /><br />i'm far from losing you<br />so don't go awayJonny Blairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02546836063018572726noreply@blogger.com0