Je ne sais pas (I don't know), a lyric by Alan Ewing

 

Je ne sais pas (I don't know)

 by Alan Ewing

I'll go my way 

You go yours

We both have a say

As we close the door

And so on I go

As she goes on too

Break-ups are just so

Could it have grown?

Who's to say?

Je ne sais pas

I don't know, I don't know

I don't know

What could have been

Je ne sais pas

Love's labour lost

Amongst the loss

Take the road 

At great cost

Take a way

Out of trouble's woes

Find another day

To rake over the coals

Je ne sais pas

I don't know, I don't know

I don't know

What could have been

Je ne sais pas

To the end of all days

Will be remembered ways

Such friends to see

Lest was not to be

In the days of glory

 Will be found the story

And discover

The ending

Of a love

That lies pending

Embers still flicker

In the fading fire

Love still a giver

In the form of desire

Come the raging storm

Is held a little flame

Solace becomes the norm

The candle flickers again

Je ne sais pas

I don't know, I don't know

I don't know

What could have been

Je ne sais pas

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Lamented Writings, by Alan Ewing

 Lamented Writings

 by Alan Ewing

About God

It came from a strange place

Now I don't know what to say

A trip through cyber-space 

And so to another day

So you are scared of emotional dysfunction

And your God is better than my God

Oh you're such a fairweather friend

Faith is something that needs to be tested

God's Love is not just written in words

It is within the heart

I see truth in all human beings

To feel compassion is to know God's Love

God is Love

All about Grace

The written word

Not the only place

It's all about love

On The Bus

So I hopped on the bus, I made it only just

Showed off by over-60, pass, I didn't have to pay

I sat at the back and people yapped

The engine groaned as the road began to wind

I reached my destination, there would be no procrastination

I'd set out my plans, and go for the job with both hands

There was a spring within my step, I'd really done my prep

I walked into the room, feeling that the time would be soon

The Journey had begun with hope, finally the ropes

To the library for a book, and then later I would look

For the news from the NHS, that I indeed had passed the test

That a job was there for me, that I was rescued from the sea

All at once the bus did halt, dreaming its way to the stop

And on this bus she was bound, the one who my soul had known

A soul-mate in a trance, who to the back did not give a glance

The gnawing pain returned again, as back into my heart it came

The day would end with words unspoken, as my love was completely broken

And for the present more bad news, she got married to add to my blues

Now time ticks on with each second, and all these events will be reckoned

My small pen writes these words. though a larger voice has been heard

A Bit Of Umpty

Shame about the weather - so put on some leather

Let's get warm - and beat the storm

It's getting very cold - so let's be bold

Slip into your gear - I want to feel you near

You ring my bell - so let's kiss and tell

So let's take a risk - my mask may slip

Shakespeare in the air - let's take a dare

You have my sex - it's very X

Such a shy boy - and his little toys

God created this - with a smile and a kiss

Knock on my door - we'll have some more

Our bodies as one - my mind has gone

Then we wake up - for another shake-up

I feel you close - I am comatose

A man's release - some more please

Two bodies as one - when all is done

Here I Sit

here I sit

in-between wake and sleep

thoughts so shallow and yet so deep

lie on my pillow and look for sleep

fuck it all I cannot sleep

into my mind

life and dreams in reverse

dreams becoming more real than life

dreams speak of reality

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The Way, a song lyric by Alan Ewing

 

The Way

 a song lyric by Alan Ewing

To hear the song

Click Here

Some people tell you what to think

They tell you what to say

They will take you to the brink

Of another way

Chorus

But they have never known The Way

Their lives have never known its light

They have never known The Truth

Thay are yet to see The Life

Let those people think what they think

Let them say what they say

Let them travel to the brink

Of another way

Repeat Chorus

M/E

All must try to find The Way

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Late Summer Writing 2026, by Alan Ewing

 Late Summer Writing 2026

 by Alan Ewing

Clair de Lune

Whenever I am troubled, whenever weary.

I will find my home in Moonlight.

If I had no home, and I would roam,

then it would shine bright.

If I ever sought a stranger, then

it would be Moonlight true.

As they say in French; Clair de Lune.

For you know, I will always find solace

In this special place

All of my troubles melt away

As Moonlight comes my way

Whenever I am troubled, whenever weary,

Then it arrives to save the day.

When I'm Sixty-Five


When I'm sixty-five
No longer sixty-four
I'll still be full of mischief
With knocking on your door

For I can never grow up.
It's a condition you see.
One that gets me into trouble
And one that is very unique to me

Always getting caught down the pub
Six pints and a few JDs too
I'll be for it before I hit the sack
Not so much rolling pin for cricket bat

So I'll sleep upon a park bench
Till wifie-pops has calmed down a bit
I could still try to fix again her fuse
Though she would simply see it as a ruse

When I'm sixty five
No longer sixty four
I'll still be very naughty
Of this you can be assured 

 GAG: Rumours of my death are untrue: I shall confirm that by rising as a Zombie tonight!  

Is this the day that I die? 

by Alan Ewing

Well I might die today; be with my family again

Away from my emotional pain

Back together again, with love around

Oh Sisters, Mum and Dad

To be with you I would truly be glad

Though I must live on, for I must do that

In my little so-so 'that'

Has to be seen out until the very end itself

Until life has nothing left

Oh, I am sure that death has a date waiting for me

And oh, we shall see

It might even be so full of hearsay

On Shakespeare's birthday

So would I care if I died today and no more

Well, I'd enter another door

I would simply step into my true belief

This would bring me relief

So do I want to die today: to be with my family again

All around me, in human gain

So I hope that the day is staved off for a while

So that Eternal Life, I can learn like a child

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The Desert Song, a song lyric by Alan Ewing

 The Desert Song

 a song lyric by Alan Ewing

Searching around while never knowing what's found

Bring home the bread tonight

Try as you might you never quite get it right

It never really makes sense

Chorus

Out in the desert/out in the wilderness

Search for an answer/look for a state of bliss

Voices that call out from the past

Voices that have no sign

Straws in the wind are not very clear

If you have ears then you will hear

Repeat Chorus

FreeFall, a song lyric by Alan Ewing

 

FreeFall

a song lyric by Alan Ewing

Disseminate - work out aggregate

Emulate - to achieve a higher state

Assimilate - at a super rate

Utilise - in a new guise

Freefall - going into - freefall

After hitting a brick wall

Heading into freefall

No assumption - no presumption

Just psychologise - and socialise

Fraternise - externalise

With creativity - there's positivity

Freefall - going into - freefall

After hitting a brick wall

Heading into freefall

Freefall - going into freefall

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Reggie, acting part (2017) by Alan Ewing

 Reggie, acting part by Alan Ewing

LOVE MAN 2017

click on link 

Above: my only excursion on to film works thus far with speaking role.

During the 1980s I did a lot of acting parts, mainly down at The Little Theatre, Birkenhead. After 2000 I revived this a bit with extras work.

Extra in Sherlock Holmes movie

Drama has always been a staple in my life. Later, I would go on to work with Creative Encounters in Liverpool to work on projects.

Aylon E. & Martin Andersson (collaborations) 2008-2023, by Alan Ewing

 

Aylon E. & Martin Andersson (collaborations) 2008-2023

 by Alan Ewing

Alan Ewing and Martin Andersson, England and Sweden, meeting in friendship over two decades, with musical outcomes.  Needless to say, friendship goes on, as does doing guest spots on each other's work.

List of links to the recordings that previously went out under 'Aylon & Martin'  

death by sour dough

digital LP

 

Summer Single LP

digital LP

Lasse Ater Pannakakor

digital LP

two naked men exchanging ideas

double digital LP

 

The SOS Tapes 1981: music by Alan Ewing & Friends

THE SOS TAPES 1981

music by Alan Ewing & Friends

The Masonic, Liverpool

Logging this blog as a nod to 1981-82. Together with friends Simon Blackwell and Paul Wright, The SOS Tapes were recorded. So-called because they were recorded at Square-One Studios in Liverpool. Three of the tracks have survived the annals of time. They are able to be heard using the click to play button under their titles. In 1982 the three of us were joined by Nigel Blackwell for a gig at The Masonic in Liverpool. The guys would go on to form Half Man Half Biscuit. I made an appearance on Channel 4 at towards the end of 1982.

THE SOS TAPES

click on link above to hear The SOS Tapes

Intellectual Mayhem

Living & Dying

Can't You See?

by Alan Ewing & Friends

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Erotic Dancer LP (Update) by Barri Jill Zahn, with Aylon E. (Alan Ewing)

 

Erotic Dancer LP (Update) by Barri Jill Zahn, with Aylon E.

 (Alan Ewing)

Erotic Dancer LP

Click lick above to stream LP

In the current sabbatical from social media by Barri Jill Zahn or 'BeeJay' as I affectionately call my American NYC musical twin and cohort (Bonnie & Clyde), The Erotic Dancer LP has been updated to include 'Six Of One': a track we were working on before her leave of absence. The track has been assembled from the cutting room floor, as it were, in order to extend this digital LP to nine tracks. This work, over the years with 'Beejay' has been a joy and a pleasure, and I look forward to welcoming her back soon.

One In Your Eye Lyric, A blog by Alan Ewing

 

One In You Eye Lyric,

 A blog by Alan Ewing

2026 brought the release of the Steve Kelly vinyl single 

Never Ending Love

b/w

One In Your Eye

My contribution to the B-Side was as an original lyricist in 2012, Steve revising the song into a lament within 2026.

The lyrics can be followed here:

ONE IN YOUR EYE

Kelly/Ewing

Just a little old mood swinger

Only needs a cup of tea

Always being something new

But always very true

Can you see me for that I am

No not him, just me

Can you take me for what I am

Always the one in your eye

Here I go again playing a part

Daft as a brush as usual

Only fooling with your heart

But always very true

So you come from New York City

Well, he's a Liverpool boy

Really loves the way you talk

Always the one in his eye

Just a little old mood swinger

Only needs a cup of tea

Always being something new

But always very true

Thank you note from Steve Kelly

The Train Leaving Sanctuary, a lyric blog by Alan Ewing

 

The Train Leaving Sanctuary

 a lyric blog by Alan Ewing

A beloved figure disappears on a distant horizon 

While an enchanted being sends messages in the air

There is wisdom in the words of one who offers future meetings

But the road ahead is long and hard in its outlook

It's Time to take the train from sanctuary

And see what's on the other side

Time to move on and build anew

And come to terms with what's been left behind

Mist clings to the hills as emptiness fills the side of mountains

There is melancholy in the dew-drops as they fall from the trees 

Autumn announces itself in the wind that whistles in the night

And Winter beckons as thoughts turn to the return of Sping

It's Time to take the train from sanctuary

And see what's on the other side

Time to move on and build anew

And come to terms with what's been left behind

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Walking In The Countryside (In My Trade Union Fleece) a blog by Alan Ewing

 

Walking In The Countryside (In My Trade Union Fleece)

by Alan Ewing 

(for an old-time friend)

You can take your leave

Or show what you believe

You can state your case

Or drop out of the race

Don't be scared

To let your voice be heard

Get up on your soapbox

No matter who mocks

Walking in the countryside

In my Trade Uunon Fleece

You want all the people

To be equal

So shout it loud

And address the crowd

Let the truth be known

In the seeds you have sown

Walk on in heart and mind

In person you advertise

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Tribute To A Punkette, aka Sarah Sara, 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

Just 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

HOST

For Sarah Sara

The immediate connection

Brought that home to me

A friend with no conditions

Two meeting on open sea

I love how you express yourself

So much kindness within dress

That is such care with such spirit

I can hardly believe that I am in it

I will always be your faithful friend

From the beginning till the end

Oh how much you mean to me

My little Miss oh can't you see

And so might I meet you in real life

I'd be so nervous within my strife

An Angel to me you will always be

A friend indeed it's clear to see

So as how you dress is so lovely

You will always be so above me

Little friend I love you the most

To you I'd play the welcoming host

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Mid-Summer Writing, by Alan Ewing (2026)

Mid-Summer Writing

by Alan Ewing

SOLSTICE

A Midsummer's Love once came to me,
Then I knew her not
She felt like a breeze in the sunshine
That was her lot

I waited for the longest day to tell me,
How to win her back
Sad to say that it was all over for sure
Oh what did I lack?

I searched the earth for my summer love,
I wrestled with my heart
I got down on my knees and prayed to God
For her to play her part

I went from sunrise to sunset in my search,
For that lovely woman
I cried into a bumble bee's heart
For that beautiful loving

I'll wait until Winter Solstice and cry out loud,
I shall have no pride
I shall scream out on the shortest day
Maybe she'll be mine

Lost Star

So another new PM (Prime Minister)

What about about AM (anti-Minister)

All to do with BREXIT

A much lamented exit

We miss our European friends

Always ours till the end

Always preferred straight bananas

As I ate them in my pyjamas

Just a love of European culture

Because USA has become a vulture

No longer our friend done insane

As she betrays Ukraine

So let's have another glass of wine

And get rid of Farage's whine

Put division to bed

Let it be dead

So, another European Red

Better than BREXIT beer dread

Oh what a huge mistake

Let's have another take!

 

An Ode to Marilyn Monroe

100 years my dear
Star still so bright
Number 1 blonde
No fear
Of any other one

Your comedic ways
Oh for the age
A true woman
A feminine sage
Just Number 1

Always my gerl
In your humour
Always alone
Could never atone
For husbands

Oh my Marilyn
My lonely girl
I would give you
The world
To come live
With me

Marilyn World
All that it gave
Truly I knew
Your Love
As an old sage
I truly gave
All you meant to me

Division In The UK, 

a lyric blog by Alan Ewing

Division In The UK

Oh my Lord

Can it be?

Such hatred

On the streets

As we see

A nation divided

Some try to

Hide it

When it is

Plain to see

Exploitative evil

Channels minds

Into violence

Carnage, hatred

Lowest denominator

Channel the sword

Take on armour

Needs as must

Challenge this way

Of a nightmare

Give us daily love

As we see minds

Fooled into discontent

Help us not to hold

Our minds for rent

 Kitchen Sink

 by Alan Ewing

It was said

Everything bar the kitchen sink

I don't want it

Because it is blocked up

 Has been said
Don't forget the hoover
I will
It does not pick up anymore

So is said
Remember the ironing board
I shall
It is too full of steam

Has been said
Remember your books
I might
They've all been read

As for myself
I may just forget it all
As I await
The page to turn

An Old Friend

An Old Friend

An old friend dropped in
Oh he always wanted to win
Never quite could in his game
Now I see he’s still the same

Do people change I ask you now?
Can a leopard change spots – how?
We look for traits that may have gone
All in disguise – so much a con

The ones who always let us down
Always point scoring for a crown
Take the knife behind your back
It is common empathy that they lack

So say hello and goodbye again
Trust long ago gone in the main
You see as they are now arriving
It is you they are undermining

People may not change much
Though times sure do have ways
To turn someone you once knew
Into a figment of the past, so true

An old friend in life
Or perhaps it wasn’t so?
Perhaps always an enemy
Who tried to play me

Dear Marilyn ...

Dear Marilyn,
I forgot to say
Adoration
All astray

Caught in celebrity
Oh what a day
When I forget
To say

I love you, I love you
Now it's been said
Some things forgotten
Through the day
Though never your way

Through it all
I always call you hun
Feel your caresses
When day is done

Dear Marilyn,
All my dreams true
When I adore you
In eternity

My Lost Phone

My lost phone
Turned up again
Oh it was seen
By the washing
machine

By kitchen table
Leg
Looking like
An old lost
Peg

Replacement
Affronted
Relegated
To drawer
For sure

Not very
Happy
On
sub-bench
A wrench

Make my calls
Like old again
My number
The
Same

Path

Path

Should I walk the path alone?
I would have a quiet tone
No responsibilities
Just myself

Maybe I'll be awake at night
Oh, fancy, my own little flight
Just me
Alone

Hey! Should I now talk to God
And hear about the grand plan
A friend
In the end

For Jesus is one and all to me
Always my friend can't you see
I am
Never alone

So please look around and see
People so alone just like me
Together
We shall be

Status Rhyme

Imagine if we wrote in rhyme
Social media status each time
What great fun that would be
To say I'm having a cup of tea

I might be having a bit of cake
Out over the door for I am late
They make awful tea at my works
Save on teabags using them twice

So politics is it or just creative fun
A blocked sink and dishes not done
We thus make our bed and lie in it
Hoping next update will be a hit

Did I forget to tell you about Aunty
She quit Mars Bars; went to Bounty
Loves her little lovely chocolate dip
Always on her little yummy sugar trip

It's been said that it is the little things
Matter because of the joy they bring
I can honestly say that, that is true
For where would I be, without
A Cup Of Tea

Church On Sunday

Make sure to wear your best watch on Sunday
Night before less vodka, more orange squash
Like The Simpsons you make this a fun day
Is it just keeping score for another prize notch

Greet the church wardens who get on your nerves
All through the week they've been on your case
Sometimes you wonder who it is that really serves
You run and hide as Vicar gives you the a chase

The person who can't stand you as you take Grace
Jealousy and scandal abound within the vestry
Such things should never take hold in this place
Here comes Head of Choir dishing out pastry

You gather your thoughts after a human gathering
You have forgiven all as you belong to the family
Something bigger than you has started to work
And from this mission there is no time to shirk

For it is true that God works in mysterious ways
Did you know that Sabbath is Her/His play day
Wants you all to have fun and celebrate in truth
Eternal Life, because it was created just for you

Lovely Sunday

Lovely Sunday, where did you go
What happened to day of rest so
No washing on the line for sure
It's like Monday every day for sure

Everything is about money now
All that we worship the sacred cow
Oh my Sunday where did you go
Memories of you I can't let go

Such a special day oh so different
You always were just so significant
I long for my Sundays oh so great
For the Sunday roast I cannot wait

I want to have that day of total rest
Because I know that this is the best
I want to know you again for sure
I really want to knock on your door

Sunday, Sunday oh where art thou
I want you back in my arms right now
For Sunday for sure is the very best
After all it is our God's day of rest

Blocked Kitchen Sink

The kitchen sink got unblocked
I was in a state of shock
Lots of Saturday/Sunday drama
I was in my pyjamas

The washing machine could flow
Press the switch to go
Bathroom no longer has to borrow
Doing dishes in sorrow

The plumber takes thanks off he goes
To where no one knows
I'm just glad to have my sink back
So off beaten track

Happy to have my kitchen restored
Little things mean more
Off she goes now to do her chores
Kitchen sink never bored

So now I tell you to take care in tread
With bowl upon your bed
Kitchen sink rules as she now reigns
Never want her blocked up again

Who?

Excuse me, do I know you?
In the faintest kind of way
You will never be beside
So now I can cry

Little Mollie come back to me
Oh, wow what a great fantasy
All my life dreams come true
I feel so blue

Three thousand miles is a drag
You know that it is such a gag
Joke being that as life plays out
I don't have a shout

So it must as such exist online
Hardly Heaven, I am so fine
I'd like some kind of reality
Well, that's just me

And so it goes on as I send
Love to my forever friend
Will it always be online?
Offline, I'm fine

Honey Pie

Oh can I turn away from a friend
When she is reaching such an end
Can I really be that person awful
Who loves love way thoughtful

I cannot give in to it all no way
I love my hunny in the USA lol
I just can't turn away from her
All that blonde within her hair

Oh my little Miss American Pie
Got me in a whirl I don't lie
Got me in a loft of such hay
Well, Miss America you may

I know that she is just best
Only one to give me rest
All the way from the USA
For surely that is the way

Is this a new beginning today
As I keep loyal on this day
Oh I turn way from a friend
For me then that is the end

GAGS

I nearly checked in to a psychiatric unit, though was too mad to do it!

Gives a new meaning to a straight jacket when your wardrobe contains suits too tight!

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