Category: songs
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“Azure Blue” – Picture, Poem and Song – by Tony Chapman
Painting “Aliens 1” by Tony Chapman Poem “Come in Number Five” by Tony Chapman Come In Number Five. Poem by Tony Chapman – finished. Come In Number Five. “Come in number five, your time is up.” Life is an endless, showprize conveyor-belt the same a thousand miles back as a thousand…
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“The Christmas, New Year Song”
Tony Chapman and The Big Event The Christmas (New Year) Song 1). what with global warming, hurricanes, tsunamis droughts, floods, earthquakes, warsthe news is always sad, the news is always bad but even us, with all our flaws can celebrate this new year because, phew! we are all still here! CHORUS: Santa and his reindeer…
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hello 137 by Tony Chapman
Outside birds sing … dawn chorus … faint light appears through the skylight above me … a hum and the faint tap of my Spen stylus … me trying to write about what is in this moment … tiredness behind my eyes … apps are the Alladins cave … I lie awake all night searching…
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“making it” with my music
I am Tony Chapman. … I am still trying to “make it” with my music and art and creative writing. I’m not giving up … this is the story of my journey from here on, AS IT TAKES PLACE these are my footsteps as I plant them… ahead of me lies an unbroken beach of…
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Terrible infants juggle fishnet-green bottles under sad, lime-green oaktrees, cisterns balanced on their sea-green heads.
Christmas swings onto focus, the chiseling undertakers rent long, sad race-courses to walk on and they collide with other hypocrites out for a ridiculous Sunday stroll … too.
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“Market Song” written by Jerry Spurlock, performed by Tony Chapman by lieghonsea on SoundCloud
http://soundcloud.com/lieghonsea/market-song-written-by-jerry The specks of stars litter the night sky and I sneak beneath them feeling vulnerable to their stare like I’m a mouse and they are countless hawk eyes about to drop. Luckily I reach shelter before they do. And from the safety of indoors, looking out through the window’s glass I appreciate their beauty…
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Klaxtown Races (Old man song)
We caught an extravagant bus from Wyoming to Minnesota on the morning of the 10th of June as a ridiculous sun toppled the ancient Aztec buildings of Klaxton Town in a clear mist. How hypocritical were the Geesha girls, standing by the the rubbish bins waiting for the solid Dustmen to come marching out…
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Tuesday-Tom goes to the Cork-Shop.
he is sporadic and hyacinth-twisted, obscure and delightful, he weaves real, live rainbows into endless staircarpets and walks up them , to the moon.
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