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Mr Bluesman
Mr bluesman
Strum those chords
croon that tune
Mr bluesman
you understand the blues
even if in life you didn’t choose
to live those sad times
Life chimes
some times it burns out
like a bouncing fag end
sometimes you can’t pretend
that it’ll work out for the better
we write those letters
those songs
for it’s this life that sometimes goes wrong.
Mr bluesman
play your songs
in pubs and in high street bars
look to the stars
be inspired by your scars
this life plays the blues
just like you
so play your chords
with your fingers
love doesn’t linger
but it burns
all the way down like strong neat whiskey
It’s intoxicating
mr bluesman
sing with confidence and conviction
Singing songs is your addiction.
Strange love for shadows
This insane love
loving ghosts in this town
I search for old shadows
there are plenty around
They are fickle
they hide from the light
they only want a quiet night.
You are my darkness and my light
the reason I still fight
the night and stars are yours to align
but your heart still isn’t mine
in this design,
I know we both spring forth
in fates curtains and discourse
But I love you like the sun
which causes shadows to hide
but at the end of the day
I call your name on the wind
the secret name you don’t even know yourself
I know we both don’t understand each other’s points of view
but I know one day I won’t sing the blues.
Strange child blues
I used to talk to god in the dark wilds of my grans cupboard under the stairs
I used to walk around the playground looking for friends just getting blank glares
I used to think god was a man but it’s probably a goddess I was looking for
I used to think I had the key to heavens door,
I broke into her house looking to talk some more
I used to want to be last messenger of god but the girl with many faces needs someone else
I have walked through the white corridors of mental asylums
I have been a child trying to find her
She left me clues
this is the haunted man once a strange child blues.
Every wise man sings the blues
This is the life my habits choose
love might be be a losing game
but don’t fear the bruise.
there may be choice
where you hear your own voice
and know for certainty
your own adversity
and grow towards the light like a plant
learn that music flows through you like a dance
There maybe suffering here
Every wise man may sing the blues
but at least he knows he’s yesterday’s news
and our children’s children are the future we have to protect
Mother Earth has to be given love and respect
in the eyes of every living creature
is that love we hide
But it’s as constant as the seas tide
flowing back and forth
As we stride searching for the answers
which have been in us since the start
eyes of wonder
and big hearts.
Who is Daniel Hooks?
Existential views
Church bell blues
Christian old news
Messiah complex
Respectful specs
Saviour syndrome old tech
Love in heart of the wild
A sky cannot be outsourced or out styled
It has millions of vistas and views
I will never be old news
We are the sky
We will never die
Or sink into religious why’s
Who is Daniel Hooks?
Neither a robber or a crook
Just a man who looks
Into the depths
like the mind who crept into a unfinished novel
I keep your secrets in my hovel.