Was visiting Glasgow at the old docks and not a ship to be seen. I was imagining the days when the Clyde must have been crammed deck to deck with sail boats of all kinds. Very ghostly now...

A tale of hardship...

A song about the ending of slavery in Britain....

think about it

Stroll past the neon signs on the buildings of Tokyo With its sand castle skyline making a b-line to shelters down below Thin paper models and army men cast in green The flickering light of a calcium torch rising up on the silver screen…

Sad melody that needs some words

I’m going down To the ground Half a step Then look around I make an unsettling sound Devil in the details Music is the thing The flatted fifth Makes a diabolic ring