February 27, 2017

 

 

And humour in the end won out,

the common theme, the raucous shout,

as usual suspects all in place,

including those fallen from grace.

 

And bon viveurs and raconteurs,

took to the stage and made it theirs.

And champagne flowed and fuelled the fire,

as eyes recalled love’s lost desire.

 

And once or twice or maybe more,

the same old tale, bounced off the floor.

Revived, recycled, yet still the same –

a favourite of Sir Wots-his-name?

 

and hands were shaken and both cheeks kissed,

as Farewells said, from some now pissed,

and promises flowed from meaning lips,

as one, too tightly, got to grips,

 

Seizing the chance – you know the type,

who wins a girl by talking tripe.

All in his head, part of his act.

there’s always one and that’s a fact.

 

And queuing black cabs form a line,

as bodies fall in – ‘Your place or mine’?

Others not knowing their destination,

get out at Piccadilly Station.

 

And wander off into the night,

A night still young – Go fly your kite.

For humour in the end won through,

the common ground, that buddies knew.

 

And usual subjects, play their ‘cards’,

staying up til dawn – these real die-hards,

until departing, with words of cheer

‘Same time next week – make sure you’re here’.

 

 

 

 

Ingrained from birth –

encouragement gone bonkers.

Hopes and advice to where

the future could lead.

 

Ingrained from birth

to be like someone,

a model, a standard,

a force to succeed.

 

Ingrained from birth,

into brain cells cemented –

a carbon copy, a cloned image –

Lord, let uniqueness be freed.

 

 

 

 

Don’t let her go to your Ethel’s,

she’ll give her something we can’t give.

She’ll spoil her and make her dissatisfied,

and make her hell on earth to live with.

 

Don’t let her go to your Ethel’s,

she’ll only get into her mind,

and give her false hope and aspirations,

that when she returns, she won’t leave behind.

 

Don’t let her go to your Ethel’s,

we’ll bring her up our own way,

scratching each crumb together-

there is nothing more to say.

 

Don’t let her go to your Ethel’s –

but too late our cry of distress!

She’s already besotted with her thinking,

more so than if we hadn’t cared less!

 

 

 

 

He was here and yet,

now nowhere to be seen.

Like so many more

who came in between.

 

He was here, you bet –

joy, a bottomless floor.

No thought for tomorrow,

knowing there was no more.

 

He was here and yet,

now a lone silhouette,

on a deserted shore,

that time won’t forget.

 

He was here and yet,

his voice lingers still,

as the echo of laughter,

meanders downhill.

 

He was here and yet,

never meant to stay.

Take a moment of heaven

and store it away.

 

 

 

Oh, the build up – mercy me,

a busted gut, where blood ran free.

 

Oh, such little sense on show.

Up in arms – well I don’t know!

 

Oh, the broken hearts in bits,

recovery slow – as panic hits.

 

Oh, the value of wisdom’s call,

when backs were up against the wall.

 

Oh, the scandal, all yesterday’s news,

forgiveness found in crowded pews.

 

Oh, the undoing of twisted lies,

so weak were those soft alibis.

 

Oh, the relief of answered prayers,

a job well done – end of nightmares.

 

 

 

And grief came knocking at the door

for those now lost who’ve gone before.

 

The emptiness, the hollow sound,

of those no longer now around.

 

The house of cards where Jack now King –

a new regime of hopes eternal spring.

 

And worth and value now assessed

at the worst time, under duress.

 

 

 

And grief now knocking at the door,

let sense prevail, without uproar.

 

The madness that was yesterday

weighed heavy on each bird of prey.

 

The house of cards now tumbling down,

slim pickings gathered from the ground.

 

But no good will they ever do

without a world that’s shared with you.

 

 

 

 

Tune into Tonys Time  Machine

every Wednesday – live

for Great Music, Fun and Chat 

11 am – 1pm

(Repeats Thurs 8am  & Sat 7pm)

 

On Wednesday 1st March

Tony will be in conversation with

Alison

(famed for her brilliantly wacky versions of

 ‘Fruit Rap’ and ‘For The Love of Manchester’

both written by Harriet Blackbury )

 

This week Alison will be reading

‘For The Love Of America’

also by Harriet Blackbury

 

As usual

Tony will have Vikki close by at the helm

keeping the ship steady.  

 

So sail on and enjoy this fab experience Folks.

 

 

 

 

February 19, 2017

 

 

A genuine ‘Mr Nice Guy’,

who’s departure, too soon came into view.

Best known for penning ‘You’re A Lady’,

‘Hold On To Love’, and so many more too.

 

A 1930’s song – ‘Love Is The Sweetest Thing’,

becoming his Top 60 hit of 78,

and with Albums totalling more than 20,

his uniqueness, carried much weight.

 

Whether teaming up with Julian Lloyd Webber

and Mary Hopkin, to form Oasis in 84,

or in collaboration with Richard Stilgoe –

his creative talent easily opened each door.

 

A safe pair of hands on the piano,

and so gifted on the Organ too.

Our Home-grown talent from Bury –

Peter Skellern, may God bless you.

 

Thank You for the Music.

RIP  1947 – 2017

February 15, 2017

 

 

‘Let’s Clean Up The Ghetto’, in 77 sang

The Philadelphia International All Stars’.

And ‘Drive’ in the Top 10, in 84 and 85,

by American male vocal group – Cars.

 

At No.1 in 08 was ‘American Boy’,

by Estelle featuring Kanye West.

And ‘California Dreamin’ by Mamas & Papas,

from 66 and 97 – still one of the best.

 

In 77 came ‘More Than A Feeling’ by Boston,

after ‘Annie’s Song’ by John Denver in 74.

‘If You Leave Me Now’ in 76 by Chicago –

their No.1, after ‘I’m A Man’ and ‘25 or 6 to 4’.

 

Fort Worth Jail’ & ‘The Battle Of New Orleans’ in 59,

gave Lonnie Donegan U.S. themed hits aplenty.

And in 62, Duane Eddy & The Rebels took

‘Deep In The Heart Of Texas’ into the Top 20.

 

‘Party In The USA’, in 09, sang Miley Cyrus,

and ‘Kids In America’ in 81, came from Kim Wilde.

‘My Head’s In Mississippi’, in 91 sang ZZ Top,

and in 01, at No.1  – ‘Survivor’ by Destiny’s Child.

 

In 77, ‘Native New Yorker’, at No.5 for Odyssey,

before ‘Use It Up And Wear It Out’, in 80, at No.1.

In 06, ‘America’ No.1 for Razorlight –

same title also a hit for David Essex – ‘Rock On’.

 

‘Everyone I Meet Is From California’ – along with

‘Horse With No Name’ – a double ‘A’ side.

This hit for America in 71 galloped to No.3,

with ‘Ventura Highway’ in 72, a bumpier ride.

 

From Galvaston by Glen Campbell in 69,

to ‘American Idol’ by Green Day in 2004.

From ‘Indiana Wants Me’ by R Dean Taylor, in 71,

to 78’s ‘I Love America’ by Patrick Juvet – hits galore.

 

From Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, in 89

came along their ‘American Dream’

This US/UK combination just one example,

of how through music, what allies we’ve been.

 

So ‘Let The Music Play’,

as Barry White urged us to do.

And let The Atlantic always remain,

a Mill pond between us & you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

February 7, 2017

 

 

Tune in and enjoy 

Tonys Time Machine

on Wednesday 8th & 15th February

at 11am – 1pm

( Repeats on Thurs 8 am

and Saturday 6 pm )

 

This week

Tony will be in conversation with

Sasha

from Creative Supports’s Training Dept.

They will be discussing

 – Psychology –

 

Sasha will also be reading

‘For The Love Of Heartache’

written by

Harriet Blackbury

 

 

 

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