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Sunday, 1 December 2019
My True Love At Christmas, a blog by Alan Ewing
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Monday, 25 November 2019
Starsky & Hutch, Charlie's Angels TV Series, 1970s Cars, a blog by Alan Ewing
"Starsky and Hutch" was an iconic American TV series in the UK during the 1970s. Set in LA, the show would propel David Soul and Paul Michael Glaser to the top of the TV Charts. David Soul would as a result have chart-topping hit records in the UK Top 40 with "Don't Give Up On Us Baby" and "Silver Lady." The first series, action-packed and full of gun shoot-outs would start out on Friday nights. As the series toned down and became more about friendship between the two policeman than it moved mainstream into Saturday Nights. The duo each had a car. Starsky had the legendary white-striped red Gran Torino. As a foil to this Hutch had his somewhat dilapidated Ford Galaxie which Starsky would tease him about.
"Charlie's Angels" was another iconic American TV Series in the 1970s, again a huge hit in the UK. Farrah Fawcett (Majors) was a sensation, with the biggest selling poster of all time featuring her. She was ably supported by Kate Jackson and Jaclyn Smith in creating the glamorous aura that surrounded the show, with David Doyle (Bosley) providing the comic counterpoint, as the mysterious Charlie would never be seen, only heard through the telephone. In terms of cars then Farrah (Jill Munro) had a Ford Cobra Mustang II, Jaclyn (Kelly Garret) a Ford Mustang II while Kate (Sabrina Duncan) drove a Ford Pinto.
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Tuesday, 5 November 2019
Double Dip, a lyric by Alan Ewing
a lyric by Alan Ewing
So many dreams, that make every second deep
I am living in a world, that does not exist
And yet this feeling persists
Double Dip, there's nothing to lose
Double Dip, you lit the fuse
Double Dip, life takes a dive
Double Dip, now I must strive
Double Dip, my fortune in love
Double Dip, the same as above
Double Dip, to see you in pain
Double Dip, to need you again
So much distance, between your heart and mine
I could never reach you, though I'll never give up trying
You were locked up, just like a bird in a cage
I am torn by inner conflict, as I write on this page
Double Dip ...
Here I sit as I look out on the English fields
While my mind rides on the back of Uncle Sam's wheels
I can sense Norma Jean as she calls on the breeze
And says release my child from this prison please
I wander down the road and wonder where it leads
The years come and go at great speed, you brought
A flame to my heart - you were the one from the start
It's a Double Dip yeah!
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Thursday, 31 October 2019
It's so political, a lyric by Alan Ewing
It's so political
All so clinical
Can't say a word
Without being heard
Whatever happened to humanity
Amongst the insanity
Tell it from left or right
No sign of love in sight
It's so political ...
Here's the new manifesto
So quick hey presto!
All the answers in a flash
Next week it becomes trash
It's so political ...
All that's needed is a vote
So you can float my boat
Take a chance on a view
Maybe try something new
It's all political ...
Notes: So political...analytical .. for middle section with cheering crowds
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Tuesday, 30 July 2019
Church Bells, by Alan Ewing
Monday, 15 July 2019
It's All Over (Not Out) a Cricket metaphor for a relationship lyric by Alan Ewing
You played the game of the spinning bowler
I knew how to respond with each Over
I hit some fours and scored some single runs
Playing batsman to your bowler was such fun
Leg Before Wicket was how you played your game
The purest oak bat could never hide your shame
My feeling was good as I caught you out
The sound of "Howzat" resounding with a shout
The stuff of your second innings went through the air
It was then a simple decision for me to declare
So I finished the Test match with a flourish and warm stout
And it was really very English to say "I'm not out"
It felt so good on the winning Over, I felt like English Summer was nobler
I felt like walking all over clover, the second innings really did the trick
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Tuesday, 2 July 2019
The Haunting Of Sharon Tate, Movie, 2019
© 2019
- God Rest the souls of Sharon and her companions - And Peace for her sister -
POSTSCRIPT: The regular “Helter Skelter”
narrative put forward by the prosecution … has been challenged by Tom O'Neill…… in his
Book “Chaos.” Infiltrations by FBI, even CIA into the doings of Charles Manson
are put forward. . Manson was a felon who repeatedly broke his probation
conditions and yet was never reeled in. The
1960s were a time of liberal revolution with politicians such as Ronald Reagan
in paranoia that it was a Communist take-over. Sharon Tate’s mother believed
that Cielo Drive was under surveillance. Sharon’s car was not there as it was
under repair and so mistakes may have been made. The theory being that the FBI
were seeking to exploit dodgy drug deals that the other inhabitants of Cielo
Drive were involved in.. Then they
wished to play on Manson’s fear of The Black Panthers, a radical movement in
the late 1960s.
There are also indiscrepancies in the story of Terry Melcher (Doris Day’s son) who was the record producer who had offered Manson a possible way in to a recording contract. His ties with Dennis Wilson of The Beach Boys further lifted Manson’s hopes. This was not a one-off meeting though as Melcher would visit The Family, Manson’s entourage, and even did so after the murders. Charles Manson would have known that Terry Melcher had moved, although there was a visit from a person to Cielo Drive attested by a witness and the person he was looking for was Melcher. A further theory was that the murders were designed to clear an associate of Manson’s who had committed a like –minded murder, thus gaining his release as it appeared as though the murders were still on the rampage.
Overall, one thing is certainly clear. Sharon Tate was not a specific target. It was misfortune that the eight-month pregnant actress happens to be in the house on the night of the murders. Whichever way the murders are seen, the horror of her pleading for her baby’s life and then calling out for her mother as she is ruthlessly knifed to death is the central manifestation of evil. There can be no understanding of those who felt no remorse, and no understanding of why back-door deals were being hitched with Sharon Tate’s murderer. The truth in all of this often turns out to be stranger than the narrative.
Monday, 10 June 2019
Sad Day, a lyric by Alan Ewing
Sad, sad sad day
When you went away
Wish there was another way
So you could have stayed
It seemed we'd always be together
The years and years like forever
Taking the times in our stride
Now those years have gone to hide
Sad, sad day ...
And in the end you'll pay the price
For losing love, not once, but twice
The arrow of love drives into you
And there ain't nothing you can do
Sad, sad day ...
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Thursday, 6 June 2019
Chasing The Dragon Away, (a lyric for a lost friend in life), by Alan Ewing
(a lyric for a lost friend in life}
by Alan Ewing
You never really wanted the help that I gave
Blank reversion to the pattern of your ways
I offered love and friendship as a basic cure
All that you wanted were the familiar days
I tried all I could to bring you back to your soul
But the never ending addiction proved stronger
The years of slavery enhanced the dragon's goal
It came to a point where I could help no longer
And so I hope that all turns out well for you
That seeds of impression planted find a way
For sometimes we pass through, that's true
To hold a light that emerges on another day
I could have taken you on the stage to sing
I could have given you all and everything
I could have made your voice oh so loud
If only you had not gone back to the crowd
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Monday, 4 March 2019
The SOS Tapes 1981: music by Alan Ewing & Friends
The Masonic, Liverpool
Art Confusion 1987-89: music by Alan Ewing & Rob Johnson
Friday, 1 March 2019
The Choice by Edith Eger, a perspective by Alan Ewing
Thursday, 28 February 2019
United States Army Air Force WWII Memorial, Landican, Wirral, England, by Alan Ewing
Sunday, 24 February 2019
William Dewy's Bedroom Band II: The Parting, a short story, with music by Alan Ewing
William Dewy sprung out of bed for the day's work ahead. It was apple picking season again. The night before had been a cider-house gig for his musical combo "William Dewy's Bedroom Band". There was friction with the other lead member of the band, who was beginning to take his own musical direction with rumours circulating within the countryside village in which they lived. Maisy Hopkins, the milkmaid, was sure that Aylon was going to leave the band and do his own gig. The night before had seen the performance begin with an academic number of sorts from Aylon. "Self-Actualisation (Within Artistic Creation)"
Aylon had written it while on an away-day course from the village. Dewy felt that maybe the songwriting matter was becoming expansive and they needed to keep in with cider songs for the clientele of the cider houses. The second number of the evening, "The Maze", had seen Dewy and Aylon deploying visible friction as guitar and bass pitched with each other. Mil Thomkins, the baker, said that he had seen the duo throwing cider over each other backstage.
The next song was seen by many as a dig at Aylon's studying by Dewy. Matthew Jenkins, the Farmer's hand, said that Dewy had told him that Aylon was turning into a studious recluse, and did not even join the band on their nights off these days. "You're In Your Room" came into the air of the gig, now the friction had become frosty. The rest of the band had started to pitch on flagons of cider as the gig wore on. Both Dewy and Aylon hooked a flagon a piece too.
The effect of the cider seemed to bring the band back into focus as they swiftly moved on to "Second Wind." A few jokes circulated that wind was certainly going to play a part in the evening, which would have nothing to do with the weather. Mabel Hichins, the prime belle in town, began to dance surrounded by a group of vegetable pickers and merriment was in the air. Certainly, the tension was released as the evening wore on.
For the last number Dewy stood up to the microphone to say that Aylon was leaving the band after that night to pursue his own route as had been rumoured. He continued that there were no hard feelings, and that the band would continue to play within the village; which Aylon was also leaving. Everybody lifted a flagon of cider and wished Aylon well, who then went on to introduce the last performance for the band with "A Sense Of Time (A Sense of Place)"
After that, the band signed off, as they had begun with their signature tune. the band would continue to play on in the village, while Aylon pursued his own path.
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Sunday, 17 February 2019
William Dewy's Bedroom Band, a short story, with music by Alan Ewing
The band then launched into "Everything You Know", a song based on a crazy party conversion that Dewy had with a barmaid. She kept arguing that she knew everything that he did, while he contended that they both knew a bit of what each other knew. This had all started because she had said that she had nothing to do with her life and and so had nothing to say. Needless to say this abstract debate was fuelled with many glasses of cider.
Further to this Dewy has written "All At Sea" with its central message of being true to what you believe in and getting back to your roots if you became adrift. The band played the number as further flagons of cider entered the pub. Two of the lasses in the bar started to dance and soon the whole room was in a dancing mood.
William Dewy was still in a hungover haze the next morning. The band had flagons around them for a cider cure, while Dewy noticed that he too had one. Much gulping took place and soon the band were in the mood to play. They launched into "Blew It Again" with the intention of stomping the room out and hiking up the dancing.
Upon finishing the song they were greeting by the gaping mouth of The Rector and his congregation. Dewy had forgotten that the band had finished the party gig and had opted in their drunken state to sleep over on the musical area in the church, as they had offered to perform a song there next day.. Dewy was astounded. He had managed to act out exactly what his namesake in Thomas Hardy's "Under The Greenwood Tree" novel had managed. Awkwardly, Dewy took to the microphone and explained that this had just been a soundcheck. The band then played "The Way" which was the intended song for the setting.
After this the Rector and his congregation had beaming, smiling faces. William Dewy's Bedroom Band played their signature outro. Afterwards everybody shared tea and cake, and a few cups of cider ended up in the parish annals.
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Thursday, 14 February 2019
The Church Songs, Biblical-based self-written songs by Alan Ewing 1990-91
The recordings were meant to sound "as live" in seeking to capture them as acts of worship. They were well received by the congregation, and also at St Marks Church, Saltney, in youth groups, which I took part in as a Parish Assistant. These were the days when ordination appeared to be my path in life. Though that never came to pass, the sheer honour and joy in writing these songs specifically for the church gave its own reward. For to perform and sing in The Lord's House is the greatest honour of all.
The lyrics to the songs follow: by clicking on the links under the song titles, the recordings can be heard. By clicking back, on this blog tag, the words can be followed to the music.
THE FRUIT OF THE SPIRIT
The fruit of the Spirit begins with love
THE SHEPHERD'S WARNING
All nations will tell their story
From each other the people he will separate
At the moment for which the angels wait
I am hungry - will you feed me
Or will you go away and leave me
I am a stranger - can I come in?
Or shall I go and come another day
All the ones who helped to ease the strife
They will be rewarded with eternal life
Will be cast down with all the greedy
I am hungry ...
THE DAY OF THE LORD
Let's seek out our peace with Him
He knows our hearts and the state they're in
The Day of The Lord will come like a thief
So let's speak out and show our belief
The Lord's patience means salvation
So make His House your habitation
Come rejoice in a new birth
With thoughts on the new Heaven and Earth
A thousand years are like a day
Listen to what the prophets say
A day is like a thousand years
Open your heart for The Lord is near
Aim for a holy and godly life
As you wait for The Lord to arrive
Be on your guard don't get carried away
But grow in Grace as you wait for The Day
To Jesus be the glory now and forever
For He is The Lord our heavenly treasure
So let's worship Him in truth
As we seek and find Him together
A thousand years are like a day ...
THE RESURRECTION AND THE LIFE