Hello In There - John Prine cover - Katie Cole Tunesday

... it ain't so bad... life is good..  xx



   ... cheer-up...

Hermits cover

Step away ...

... from another time, another place. another girl

Dancing dress

... dearly beloved, we are gathered here today....
'Cause it's pissing down outside....





There's a fat lady sings in a bar I use
There's a guy that brings black dancing shoes
There's a kid that I know with just half an eye
And he holds the hand of a taller guy
There's a dancing dress all out of time
And a Rasta I guess who's words don't rhyme
There's a bugle man who's lips are dry
And a bare-foot priest who says a sigh
And there's a fat lady sings in a bar I use
And there's a guy that brings black dancing shoes
And there's a fat lady sings in a bar I use
And there's a guy that brings black dancing shoes
There's a bugle man who's lips are dry
And a bare foot priest who says a sigh
There's a fat lady sings in a bar I use

Poem 25

.....Twentieth of March..  Derek H.

And so here we are again 

Yep it's my birthday today

(Some years it's the last day of winter

Others the first day of spring)

Softening now the grey skies of rain

So close now, so close again

Almost there with each lengthening day

To the green of April, the bright green of May..

life is good... KRO

Goldfrapp: Monster Love (Live Acoustic Version)

Goldfrapp - Clowns, BBC Electric Proms, 5 of 6

Goldfrapp - A

put this up before but they took it down so I'll try again
'cause I think it's brill......



KRO

..Poem twenty four..

       This Be The Verse...

By Philip Larkin... additional lines by Derek H.

They fuck you up your mom and dad
They may not mean to but they do
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra just for you

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats

Man hands on misery to man
It deepens like a coastal shelf
Get out as early as you can
And don't have any kids yourself.

They fuck you up the kids you had
They may not mean to but they do
Pouring guilt on their mum and dad
Saying you're some-one they never knew

But they'll be fucked up in their turn
By brats who won't wear threadbare coats
Who'll half the time refuse to learn
And half spent filling their throats

Man hands on misery to man
It deepens like a coastal shelf
Get out as early as you can
Return to being a kid yourself.

They fuck you up the dreams you had
They may not seem to but they do
Pouring guilt, good hidden by bad
Drowning in shame as they never flew

But dreams were fucked up long before
By 'Holy' men and men of books
Selling dreams to those unsure
'Cause freedom ain't the prize it looks

Man hands on misery to man
It deepens like a coastal shelf
Get out as early as you can....
But always be a dreamer yourself....

Not sure Philip would approve, but hey, he's dead.

KRO

L.A. CONFIDENTIAL (1997)