Song Blueprints, blog by Alan Ewing

 Song Blueprints

 by Alan Ewing

Expectations

by Alan Ewing

Here we go again, expecting all from one another

You can't change someone

Else they'll go undercover

Some might say it's politics that divides the line

Not if you accept another's

View it's fine

Expectations ... 

So what do I expect from you in all truth be known

I just want you to be yourself

To strike the right tone

All that matters is the two becoming one together

That above all else

To be divided never

Expectations ...

Middle -Eight

Oh what a world that is so divided

Of this there can be no denying

I just love us to be one and all

Rather than to see us in fall

So off into debate , as we find our way

Somehow meet in centre

As each other have a say

All I know is how I accept you each and every day

This much I do know

We can have our say

ROMANCE

a song lyric by Alan Ewing

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My little chance

Seems that it was not to be

Poor little me

I believed that life was good

Thought I should

Maybe just all about sex

Who's next?

So I became oh so celibate

My ways set

Not a woman out there so

I became solo

Did it bring me great happiness

Life's a chance

It comes down to youself n' all

All being all

So I go on with the days and light

In darkness no fright

For if I wanted to lay with you

Then all true

 Oh! My Love

 a song lyric by Alan Ewing

Oh my love is it that hard to take

I've been ever so fake in truth

I've been lost in a deep lake

Lost in words why oh so mute

I never told you that I loved you

Never gave once a single care

I said that I would be oh so true

I can see that in your hostile stare

Chorus

Oh my love what have I done

I missed the starting gun

Oh my love what a way

To end a lover's day

Never knew a lover's fight

To be quite like that in nature

Can hardly believe that I was right

To leave you like a stranger

So where does this path lead

To a better day and way forth

Is this really the end of seed

Oh, forgive me my Lord

Repeat Chorus

Middle Eight 

This is the sacrifice of the years

That all of the love brought

Never knew it would be hard

To give up all that we were taught

Repeat Chorus

 Devotional

 a song lyric by Alan Ewing

Here I sit within a micro-state

Waiting for the macro-state to call

Searching in celibacy as I await

For the wife that you bring to me

Long over those heady days of mine

Maybe just a little communion wine

Seen Judas and doubting Thomas too

 I searched for something to be true

I found you in younger teenage years

In that you drove away my fears

Always my friend whom I rely on

All of my worries are now gone

Sometimes I play Caesar's little game

Though it always ends the same

I see right through that vixen fox

Then there is only myself to blame

So how and why is this my God?

When I wander through life's mazes

I really just don't know a lot

As I set out upon my crazes

 Romance II

 a song lyric by Alan Ewing

Is this a romance

Just another chance

To say hello

Gone wild here

Many a tear

Over love lost

chorus 

Can you imagine it

Got caught up

In Cupid's game

Such a shame

Lost in such love

A chance from above

Soul-mate true

Maybe it's too far

To rescue love

Our little star

repeat chorus

middle eight

Oh Heaven's above

Can bring our love

Together

No great feat

Oh so neat

As it happens

repeat chorus

 Purple Dress

 a song lyric by Alan Ewing

When I saw you in it last night

My heart stopped

I could not comprehend it

My heart was lost

Never saw you in purple before

My sweet darling

Like a vision from above

You being charming

Chorus 

Purple dress you brought fulfilment

In all it meant to me

Couldn't imagine you better dressed

Now my eyes can see

Could another ever become like you

In all you present

When you dress like that oh so true

Just heaven sent

I simply know you as my best friend

So lovely therein

Now you dress in purple and cause ecstasy

That's so within

Repeat Chorus

Middle Eight

Now I do claim you as lover of lovers

Maybe just under the covers

The one from afar who sent me wild

For you are my purple mild 

Repeat Chorus

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Television, a song lyric by Alan Ewing

 

Television

 a song lyric by Alan Ewing

Always with me from an early age

Guess you'll go with me

Down to my grave

 Many tears that you brought from me

Memories came alive

On my old Tv

Chorus

Television gave it all to me

Just a licence fee

Then it is totally free

Oh television

Taught me how to rock n' roll

From an early age

Gave complete soul

All those adverts for bottles of pop

Certainly got me going

And made me rock

Repeat Chorus

Middle Eight

Take your bow

Such a wow

In experience

At times mysterious

Sure caught my eye

Love how you try

 Teach me everything

Take us to the brink

Repeat Chorus

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Mulberry Close, a song lyric by Alan Ewing

 

MULBERRY CLOSE

a lyric by Alan Ewing

I’d love to live on Mulberry Close

With its parks and drives

To live there would be the most

Because it is heavenly inclined

Life ticks by on Mulberry Close

As it finds its way

Lovely views out to the coast

It’s your canvas for the day

Mulberry Close contains the seeds

Of all that is and was

Never again will you ever need

No reason for it’s just because

Mulberry Close can give eternal life

There are no stocks or cash

So now you know you live but twice

On Mulberry Close forever it lasts

So Mulberry Close is the place to be

It’s where you make a new start

Of Mulberry Close for you to see

You’ll find it in your heart

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Got To Find Some Way, a song lyric by Alan Ewing

 

Got To Find Some Way

a lyric by Alan Ewing

Got to find some way

To get close to you

Got to find some way

To get to know you

Got to find some way

To live near you

Got to find some way

To show love is true

Got to find some way

To love and adore you

Got to find some way

To take that door through

Got to find some way

To turn around the tide

Got to find some way

No more run and hide

Got to find some way

To bring us together

Got to find some way

This is forever

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Move, a song lyric by Alan Ewing

 

Move

a song lyric by Alan Ewing

  

Got to get myself out of the way

I can’t take this for another day

Feel trapped inside with no way out

No one hears as I give a shout

 

How much longer with the locks in here?

Give or take perhaps many a year

A state of frustration at permanent lockdown

Lost and alone in this abandoned town

 

Chorus

Move – It’s myself in the way

Choose – To act and put it right today

Change – To let the Light shine in

Resolve – To allow it all to begin

 

Middle Eight

Release me, release me from this desolate pit

Let’s leave now across the golden bridge

Longing for the Grace that frees all

As with all of humanity after the terrible Fall

 

Repeat Chorus

 

So on it goes with my barrier being the door

Fighting like crazy to smash down the walls

Waiting in prison for the chains to fall off

Hear the Trumpet sound from the loft

 

Repeat Chorus

 

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Winter Writing

 Winter Writing

by Alan Ewing

Tribute (to my little punkette Sarah Sara)

)

She's my little punkette

Lest I forget

Totally my mate

Ain't it great

To have someone

Like that around

She's my little friend

Until the very end

Love her to bits

Such teenage kicks

In her little ways

She's my best friend

Always with trend

I couldn't wish for

For anything more

Her knockin' down

My high wall

Brings me down to Earth

Shows my true worth

She is so kind

I could hardly find

A better friend

Yes, it's all online my dear

Nothin' crazy

Have no fear

She is friendship

Itself

Guess I'm livin' the dream

Twelfth Night

Here we go again with Twelfth Night

Now, tell me is it the fifth or sixth?

Well, I'm not seeking argument on this

Certainly not the fifth and sixth in conflict

The night rolls on with daybreak next day

And so the sixth plays a part in Twelfth

It really does not matter very much to me

For on sixth daybreak, we have Epiphany

Well, take your decorations down anyway

Or leave them up to burn on Shrove Tuesday

This is what tradition says about Twelfth Night

Escape being Candlemas 2nd February light

So hope that it's been merry over twelve days

Now go out and see one of Shakespeare's plays

Which one you may ask to pass the test?

Answer is Twelfth Night which is suited best

Time Crackles

Time Crackles

Time crackles as the seasons go on

Have the good times been and gone?

No more Mabel giving her best dance

As Carly worked herself into a trance

The days when I would stand at the bar

Pouring myself an ale, just one more jar

Last one standing being the total fool

Then hangovers and his workshop tool

The seasons pass for those who notice

Back to school at the rainy bus-stop

In the pouring rain middle of January

School life is about being on the hop

And so time crackles as the seasons wander

You can't keep up as you freeze and sweat

To the seasons you always have to pander

Whether you are boiling or you are soaked wet

Woman Obsession

Obsession on a woman

 is not good.

 Though it is.

 Ride your bike

through the night

 and try not to

 ring your bell.

 For she can never tell

 if you are in love with her

 God's Games we play,

 in romance anyway,

 a simple chance to be.  

SOCKS GAG: Billy was chuffed with himself: 'Look I spent all of my Christmas Presents money on socks.  Edna had really had enough: 'Put a sock in it will you!'

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Late November Writing, by Alan Ewing

 

Late November Writing 

by Alan Ewing

Sally Holly (2 paragraph story)

 

Sally Holly was in a horrible mood. "I am so ill and the world hates me; I can't trust anybody." Flocks of boys arrived to save her. Then she turned and said "So long, suckers!" Last we heard was that Sally Holly was living in a two-bit motel outside of LA and had not a friend or boy to chase after her in the world. SH had made the fatal mistake of loving herself. She never knew love because she could not see outside of herself. 

Sally Holly decided to take the veil in order to escape her life. She eventually became Head of A Convent in Switzerland. She would frown upon the young novices, always wanting to stop their progress in case they became a power issue. She had taken the name of Sister Narci little realising the connotations. She still continues to love herself. Her God is in her Goddess self-image. Here at Vatican Headquarters we tend to her in her isolated cell of analysis. A truly fascinating human being.

Jottings

Took A Bunk (punky-wunky)

I took a bunk on life
Sick of it all
Tired of the strife
I decided to have a ball

I shot down annoyances
No more crap
Fed up with cloying
I really hit the mat

I got so damn annoyed
With frustration
I really got on a trip
Such anger I was making

The bunk stank as it would
I was really pissed
Decided to just chuck it all
Nothing would be missed

And so my bunk on life
Is today
Really just had to get rid
Of all in my way

True Love

 

True Love never runs smoothly ...
A Midsummer Night's Dream
and yet here we are in November, 
with leaves off the trees 
and all looking barren. 
And yet romantic love abounds within this. 
To be or not to be says Hamlet, may have
connotations that go beyond politics. 
For did Orphelia not suffer due to 
the protagonist's inaction?

The Abyss Nightclub

More Tales from 'The Abyss' the nightclub to end all nightmares with the biggest one. 'Don't arf fancy 'im'', sprung up Cheryl. Liz answered 'If you like seconds then you're okay, 'erd 'ee was sniffin' around Lesley last night'. Cheryl didn't care. And then somebody remarked: 'Is this the kind of tosh writing that we have to put up with on Facebook these days? I'll write to my MP about it.' The MP was at the bar getting smashed. It was that kind of nightmare. With no ending.

 

With God

 

With God, we are in it
Life, I mean
We feel such love
That's God in-between 

We struggle for meaning
In our daily lives
Something beyond us
As in heart we try

A Lord who lives with us
In every experience
One who offers hope
If you would believe it

Even unto death itself
Walking by your side
Lord experienced it
Came back on this side

And so new bodies next
Your Lord has come through
Did you really doubt?
Oh silly old you!

 

 

Just Like Alice

Tweedle Dum said no
Tweedle Dee said yes
I was in a muddle
Just Like Alice

The cat was smiling
In its way
I was in a muddle
Just like Alice

The Red Queen was in a huff
The White Queen even more so
I was in a muddle
Just like Alice

The Rabbit in a hurry
Maybe off for a curry
I was in a muddle
Just like Alice

I grew so much taller
Then shrank again
I was in a muddle
Just like Alice

Another Car

 

If I ever get another car
You won't see me again
I'll take off into the distance
Life will never be the same

I'll drive through the mountains
Just like I used to in days gone by
I'll hit the pedal like no tomorrow
Not seen by even one little eye

And I'll laugh and shout 'whoo!'
As I drive through valleys and lakes
I will go so fast in the wind storm
I won't even use the brakes

I'll call the car 'sugar babe'
as she whizzes
She'll be my honey bee
She'll almost be my Missus

For if I ever get another car
That will make me happy
I'll drive in and out the wilds
Not on a motorway

 

Blogs 

MASKS: So many to choose from. In acting and psychology then you try them on. You form an identity which may not be you though you love to try it on. We do this each time we walk out of the door. What was personal becomes public and the mask is required. The job mask, the shopping mask, the walking down the street mask, the going out to the pub mask, the church mask, the posing in the mirror mask ...the mask from yourself ...nothing quite like a good theatre night .  

PREDESTINATION: John Calvin, theologian (1509-1564) held that that we are all simply living out all that is meant to be. Well, excuse me for staring at the wall with a blank expression, what if I deliberately go astray? Simple, says the Calvinist, that was in the script. So you see it can't be disproven. All swings and roundabouts and getting back on the bus! Doesn't that question free will? Calvanist replies 'not if it's written in the script'. – Do'h!

PREDESTINATION (2): John Calvin (theologian 1509-1564) got it wrong. God would never grant us free will to believe or not, and then in deception write a script in advance. That would go against God's Nature, and against Natural Law (Aristotle, Aquinas). The hypothesis is flawed. Now you know what I sit up all night thinking about 😌 That, and sitting by the window looking for Uranus, who is moving close. Must get a better telescope (in the loft with roof window, hooked up to computer). Love astronomy.

PREDESTINATION (3) I hope that I debunked the Calvinist theory (see earlier posts). I mean, it just isn't God to play deception with games/scripts. We do have free will to believe or not believe. That is core to how God's Love works. She/He is not a dictator ... He/She wants your love in genuine form. I do hope that we can just forget about being forced into God's Love for it is beauty itself and freely given and totally up to us to receive it or not ±

Gags

 

ASTRONOMY GAG: I spend my nights eating Milky Ways, Mars Bars and Galaxy Bars. Who needs a telescope!

COMPUTER GAG: Computers are like cars. They depreciate. When it comes to replace them you are always looking for the next MOT.

 

 

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