Brian has blogged about the picture of him that I painted and where it is now -
Bri'sBlog
Anyway, the herbs seem to grow forever even in the winter -
And here are said carrots!!
SONG LYRICS:
BOHO IN SOHO
She's an artist y'know
at a strip joint in Soho
When she's not on the go
paints pictures this boho
And the pictures that she paints
are not of angels or saints
but of herself in the nude
She's a narcistic kind of dude
Rarely seen with a man
on her walls do they hang
Exotic lady from Japan
erotic as any white woman
And etc
Some say that's she's cheap
Big money's paid to take a peek
She's etc
And etc
GONE UP IN SMOKE
Your friends talk about you
as if you are still there
They don't want to admit
you've gone into thin air
They talk about the good times
though the good times were rare
It is no joke
You went up in smoke
It is no joke
You went up in smoke
Looking up into the sun
turns vampires into dust
You died with rings round your eyes
You were a gothic-must
Your lips red as the poppies
and poppies were your lust
It is no etc
You looked into the sun
while already too far gone
You were bound to fall apart
after that stake through your heart
Your friends etc
It is no etc
The video of the couple of poems we recorded in Billingham yesterday -