The Rocks Of A Bedside Oblivion

Compulsive Behaviour is weighing me down Shake free from drowning chains I have no obsessions to relinquish Just the fact Continue reading →

Autumn Shades

Autumn shades that remind me of home And that painting on the wall Hazy mists of the morning sun and Continue reading →

Buried In The Hail

Shelter From The Storm is one of my favourite Bob Dylan songs, it has a lot of personal meaning. If Continue reading →

The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll

In interviews Dylan often states that he is not political or concerned with politics. He often states that a song Continue reading →

More Petty

I become so jaded With opposing points of view Stifled by your decadence And your different shades of truth You’ve Continue reading →

A Draught Of Sunshine

Hence Burgundy, Claret, and Port, Away with old Hock and madeira, Too earthly ye are for my sport; There’s a Continue reading →

How Come?

“How Come” People on the street now Faces long and grim Souls are feeling heavy And faith is growing thin Continue reading →

The Sun Dies On

        Journey to the far side of the sun       Light at the end of Continue reading →