Trev Teasdel - Songwriter’s Neighborhood

Before the Writers Cafe closed Jan 2008, we recorded a series of poems and songs by a number of poets and songwriters who were regulars at the Writers Cafe or otherwise guests. It was intended as a CD anthology but as the Cafe closed we thought the best way to share them was via a You Tube anthology which would enable us to include more material and more poets etc. This is a work in progress with more poets / songwriters to be added as we go along but already there is varied programme on the site - take a visit..

Brian has blogged about the picture of him that I painted and where it is now -

Bri'sBlog

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