Friday, 4 April 2025

Guiding Light, a lyric by Alan Ewing

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

Guiding Light
a lyric by Alan Ewing

 




Looking for inspiration – day after day

In this world – clear thinking today

Seeking the spirit within - in mountain streams

Turning nightmares around into wonderful dreams


No icons for sure – you see what you get

That is The Way – that things are set

Feel Spirit’s influence – each and every day

We listen for Your Words – and all that they say


Born for all ages – in your rightful place

Saving us all – with such loving Grace

Life lived with Love – You taught The Way

Caring for others – listen to what they say


Guiding Light – there for all to see

 

 

 

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Mid-State, a lyric by Alan Ewing

  

 

 

 

 

Mid -State
a lyric by Alan Ewing

 



Well, there she was

A knocking on my door

I couldn’t believe my eyes

As my ears hit the floor


She came from Mid-State

Lived on the west coast

She wore her hair straight

Champagne was her toast


Then she stepped into the room

Her presence would shake your boots

Rock n’ Roll all night long

Because music was in her roots


Well, you listen to her all night long

And your senses are all over the place

You really are stuck on her

Cause she moves with such grace

 

 

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Friday, 21 March 2025

Wolf In Sheep's Clothing, a lyric by Alan Ewing

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing

a lyric by Alan Ewing





Here you come in imitation of Jesus’ walk

Like a prophet from Hell with your lying talk

Your political lies reveal your true intentions

Sickly hypocrisy with the poor not mentioned


Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing

Consider all of the rot

Life of your own choosing

Within the devil’s lot


Vile nature pours out from your turgid soul

The triumph of evil lauded as your goal

Venomous hatred from your every pore

Gates of Hell open as you walk through the door


Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing

Consider all of the rot

Life of your own choosing

Within the devil’s lot


Your satanic presence leaves stench and rot

Spite, jealousy, maliciousness being your lot

Foul demonic rage is the fruit of your tree

The roots of evil are so evident to see


Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing

Consider all of the rot

Life of your own choosing

Within the devil’s lot

 

 

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Entity, a lyric by Alan Ewing

 


Entity

a lyric by Alan Ewing





Deep within your heart

Comes the call of your Creator

Far within your soul

The essence of your Maker


Lonely in a troubled night

It is God who hears your call

Troubled at the approaching dawn

Such Entity shines a Light


The Kingdom is never far away

For it lives in you here and now

Heaven reveals its gateway

As in the seeds you plough


The search for an answer

Is here for you to see

All is revealed in time

When you just exist and be


 

 

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Monday, 10 March 2025

March Jottings & Gags, by Alan Ewing

 
 
 
 
 
 
March Jottings & Gags 
by Alan Ewing
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
SPIRITUAL ROMANCE

 
 
 

 
 
 
As regards my spiritual stance
It may be such illusional  trance
Maybe woven from many cloths
Will you chance to dance?
 
Shall I have many so many wives?
Or perchance upon the one?
Would you be my concubine?
If I perchanced upon the one
 
Walk ten steps behind me
If I made it so, my love
Or maybe I would worship you
Like a love from above
 
Who's to say who is right?
We all believe as our right
Though I believe in you
Right there by my spot
 
So, will you walk in the park with me
Be my love and I will gladly repay
All that your love brings to me
For that would make my absolute day  




 
 

Boogie Baby! 
 



 
 
 
Boogie baby!
In this fucking night club
Your worst tale from hell
Your worst kind of hub
 
Boogie Baby!
Welcome to hell hun
All is betrayal here
When the day is done
 
Boogie Baby!
Hello the nightmare
So horrible in nature
See that awful stare
 
Whoopsie baby!
Now is the bloody time
To let your hatred out
Such an awful crime 

Oh hun baby!
Thought you were so good
Now I just don't know
If your name is mud 





Gag
 
"I keep getting these strange numbers on my mobile" said Ethel.  "You been taking those supermarket surveys again, replied Mabel.

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Earth, a lyric by Alan Ewing



EARTH
by Alan Ewing
 
 
 

 
 
Is this the garden of Eden
In its fallen form? 
So many troubles grown
So much is torn
 
The fall of Angels bespoken
Such an awful crime 
To go against Almighty God
Such an awful time
 
Do we live this out now?
In our daily life
Cry out for the answers
In our daily strife
 
Are Angels inside of us?
As we fight the fight
Giving all that we have
With our daily might
 
Shall we walk to eternity?
Within our daily stroll
Wake up and then see
What exactly is the toll?


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Thursday, 13 February 2025

Valentine Works Do, a two-paragraph story by Alan Ewing, with Jottings

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  Valentine's Work Do
a 2 paragraph story by Alan Ewing 
 
 

Jimmy had it all worked out. His wife wouldn't be in till 6:30 pm. Julie was always a woman of routine with her work patterns. He had the table set with candles and wine. The bed was made. The electric blanket charged up. Barry White was on the record player. This would be a Valentine's Night to remember. One for the diary. he hooved up, cleaned and dusted so that Julie would be in a good mood with him when she got home.
 
When Julie arrived home her sister was with her. "Oh lovely!" Said her sister. "Table set and look at those chocolates". The door chimed its bell as more woman arrived. Jimmy had forgotten that it was Julie's annual works meeting and do. He went to bed with a lot of women's voices and laughter coming up through the ceiling. Jimmy hid his head under the pillow with great frustration.
 
 
 Valentine Jottings
 

Meanwhile, down Valentines Road, Raymond is pouring his heart out to his budgie. "Cheep Cheep' He chirped. The budgie had learned to talk and replied: 'This bird seed is crap, very cheap cheap!' [no budgies were harmed in writing this gag; and neither was Raymond] Laugh! I could cry with these gags. I wanted to be a gag writer though they kept taking me seriously. Oo la la then!

GAG: 'I keep getting strange numbers on my phone" said Ethel. "You been responding to supermarket surveys again!" Groaned Mabel.

VALENTINE: Cue to Forlorn Street, where Dave Robbins is throwing a wobble because he was turned down for a date by Janet Wharton. He said he'd put forward a pound if she topped up the date kitty to £20 ... he got small change! 

 
 
 
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