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A song I wrote after reading about a princess marrying a proper who her very royal family said was a scoundrel and a charlatan but they've decided to let love rule and after five years it seems tobe working .

A quick song I wrote after learning that they'd put a camera in the little place where I sit and write which I found very unnerving to have an I spy or seeing eye way up upon high : but then the police departments are now deploying reaper drones with inferred night vision armed with Taser's loud speakers and spotlights into the night sky's above Los Angeles it's a brave new world.

A song I wrote after visiting my brother who lives in Thailand where I was struck by the close proximity of sin , every one of the seven deadlies were available 24/7 and the foreign tourist readily participated in the promiscuous perversions untill it became a normality.

Another crazy song written for my god children about a packet of crisps they seem obsessed with songs about chrips but what can you do.

A song I wrote about a honey trap set by the KGB in 1955 using seductive dances from the Bolshoi ballet a British naval attache with the nickname miss Mary was cought in a homo sovieticus sexpionage of seduction just a hairs breath from the world famous Ballet theatre the soft cell take down was nick named Brandy at the Bolshoi.

A song I wrote about emperors and kings who believe themselves to be the devine demagoguery If a deity did arrive on planet earth these mobsters and megalomaniacs would see them quickly murdered .

Short song I wrote after hearing the most of the UK political parties are riding aboard what are known as Battle buses for their election campaigns it's a good job Silvio Burlusconi did do the same or it would be known as the Bunga Bus.

Short song written about a packet of chips not an task to try and work lyrics into such a simple insignificant thing but these are the things that children want so often cause one must obey.

Thirty years ago climbing aboard over night sleeper trains could turn into a complete disaster the vodka to Vladivostok the dickie Darlington the newkie brown night club, the Scots rail slangie, all these or most of them are now dry runs probably due to the terrible conditions people got themselves in. A notorious one I climbed onboard was the Southampton slammer full of sailors just let loose from the ship what a nightmare should have been called the vomit express.

a short song I wrote for my god children on a train to London obviously the premise revolves around their favorite savory snack of the day "hula hoops" the things we do for love eh?.

A tune I wrote for a Bambi brown eyed girl who sells The big issue outside Morrisons I always end up giving her my money and then I give her the magazine back she only needs to inscribe that look of grief she could take the shirt from my back .

The green-eyed monster of sin, that schadenfreude which we keep hidden away so deep within, its usually only seen in children as they exert their will to win ; the lowly leftover instinct of our anthropic ascension. However, this terrible traite can also be witnessed later in our lives when males begin to assert and dominate as the sexual stage arrives and our species needs to procreate .

The green-eyed monster of sin, that schadenfreude which we keep hidden away so deep within, its usually only seen in children as they exert their will to win ; the lowly leftover instinct of our anthropic ascension. However, this terrible traite can also be witnessed later in our lives when males begin to assert and dominate as the sexual stage arrives and our species needs to procreate .

A song written for a disabled soul who had the Bambi brown eyes of a faul where my reflecting soul, must have resembled a Quasimodo piece of coal for whenever I looked at him he screamed a seagull squark and would rear back in fear.

A song about falling into destitution especially soldiers and sailors who you find in the beggars brigade of most British towns. How easy it be to cast contempt , lest we forget our debt. I also had a spell living on the street so when I here others throwing stones I cast them a curse. It's a Witherspoon's Waterloo

A quick song I wrote for lily's 13th birthday . Senorita Liliana, they say you were born in Nirvana with a spirit and karma as cool as the dalai Lama . But I think your soul was made somewhere in Havana ready for dancing away the nights on the copacabana.

A quick song I wrote for lily's 13th birthday . Senorita Liliana, they say you were born in Nirvana with a spirit and karma as cool as the dalai Lama . But I think your soul was made somewhere in Havana ready for dancing away the nights on the copacabana.

A song I wrote about how computer viruses are getting more like human STDs with the massive download of porn and digital dating a shared cyber syphilis may one day be widespread even perhaps jumping across onto us. The Anna kornikova virus went world wide due to so many down loads.

A short song written about the money monsters in the city of London they feed their need and greed down on London's squire mile all the while with a wry smirk and smile hence why this rapacious reptile is called Mr mercantile .

The old post office Harrogate is located about a century behind Greenwich mean time, the pensioners there are disciplinarians by design if you slip out of sync or cross the red line then these old soldiers would quickly bark you back into the line.