“There’s a killer on the road”…

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Lost within his lifes direction…
He took the wrong train connection…
His destination is unknown…

His eyes survey the gathered crowd…
A quiet coach, no noise allowed…
He sees her sat alone…

Keeping her eyes on the book…
He was bewitched by just one look…
She’s chilled to the bone…

She doesn’t even know his name…
His evil crimes or his hidden shame…
Or the heart that’s made of stone…

He’s craving her undivided attention…
She’s floating in an air of tension…
Into confusion she is thrown…

Trying to avoid his charming stare…
It could be fun, if she’d only dare…
Common sense on hold…

A spark of innocent conversation…
Invites her to think thoughts of temptation…
Her confidence has grown…

She begins gently flirting with her hair…
In his trap, shes now been snared…
She plays with her phone…

Fallen for his devilish smile…
His journey becoming more worthwhile…
But time has now flown…

He leans in for a stolen kiss…
Her company he’ll never miss…
She’s lost in his twilight zone…

She never felt the sharpened blade…
With her life, she’s sadly paid…
His hand stifles her moan…

Quietly slumped in her bloody chair…
No one around noticed or even cares…
He plants a kiss on her cheekbone…

Another added to his list…
A serial killer in our midst…
The man who angels disown…

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“The only thing you feel is vicious”…

There’s a door inside my mind…
I kept it locked so tight…
Was afraid of what you’d find…
Hid away from bright sunlight…

I could never let you see…
Would never let you passed…
The wall I built around me…
Bricks I carefully amassed…

Each day you stood beside me…
Sometimes you saw a clown…
But I never wanted to be free…
Never dreamed you’d cut me down…

Hearing you confess…
Unleashing all your sin…
I couldn’t dare express…
The anguish felt within…

Now I drive through tunnels…
There is no end in sight…
Just a never ending darkness…
No glimpse of pale moonlight…

The light became the dark…
The day you went away…
Your callous parting remark…
Began my hearts decay…

Its beat began to slow…
My blood just turned to ice…
The hate began to flow…
My soul now pays the price…

The wordl faded into Black…
My life in constant flux…
I just can’t seem to get it back…
No longer give a fuck…

Your words keep spinning round…
I replay them every day…
Quietly and without a sound…
One day, I swear, you’ll pay…

A dish that’s best served cold…
Or so they all do say…
Believe what has been foretold…
You’re the beast I’m out to slay…

It’s time for you to fear…
For my anger and hate to spread…
Hear my message loud and clear…
I wish that you were dead…

“And you may have no hold on me”…

Ethan Johns – Leeds…

So this week saw the first of a batch of 3 gigs that occur quite close together. I doubt I will be in a position to review each one due to time, but tonight I need a distraction and this seems a constructive way to let go of some stress.

It’s actually more of a “lessons learned” log as much as a review – and the review side of it is more a joint effort – given I arm twisted my good Frenz Susie to see the same artist, in a different venue just a couple of weeks before. But I will get to that in a bit.

So here goes:

“Lesson One – Thou shall plan your route”…

Yeah, bit of a no brainer this one, well in hindsight anyway. The venue was the Brudenell Social Club in Leeds. And being Leeds, I figured it would be easy to find as I know it pretty well. Sadly the venue is in a, shall we say, dodgy area of Leeds and one that I don’t know too well. With roadworks, diversions and a fucking crap Iphone map app – I found myself driving a good 45 minutes round the surrounding area before stumbling across the place. Which leads me to:

“Lesson Two – Thou shalt check out the venue on the web first”…

Now don’t get me wrong, I am no snob. I have frequented some pretty scary places in my time, but this one makes its way to the top 5. That has a lot to do with the area – I honestly expected to come back and find my car on bricks – if it was there at all – But also a lot to do with the place itself. It’s a mini dichotomy, because whilst it’s a run down and dodgy looking joint, the stage area and the room itself are bloody fantastic. Once you get over the shock of your surroundings that is and am not sure Johns did.

“Lesson Three – Thou shalt listen to the artist before a gig”…

Now for this, I blame my other Frenz Val – because before Christmas, we went to see an artist called Ryan Bingham play in Manchester. Well, that’s not true, we went to see the amazing Matt Sherrod drum for him and Ryan just happened to be the distracting front man that night. However, we made a pact to keep an open mind and see him without hearing him before hand. That worked pretty well that night. Bingham was full of charm and it was a rocking night. That didn’t work as well this time. In fact, it went against the artist completely. Had I been more familiar with the songs, I could have maybe, well, enjoyed it more.

“Lesson Four – Thou must stop comparing to Finn”…

Yes, I admit I do. Sorry, but for me – and Susie – a singer songwriter- whoever they are – just can’t stand there like an unrelaxed lemon holding in a fart and expect to get away with it. Yes, I want and got songs of quality, yes I want and got to see a multi skilled performer on the instruments of choice, but for crying out loud man – attempt to engage me! “Charisma” was Susie’s word – but used in the context of lack of. It’s all down to opinions of course, but that’s the real shame of the night for me – because Ethan Johns could be so much better live, but he doesn’t really relax enough. Not enough to allow any of the natural charm or wit he clearly does possess – as I saw him talking after the show – come through. Not at this gig anyway. That said, his musical talent is simply not in question.

“Lesson Five – Thou must not call people Physics Teachers”…

It’s probably a real insult, but it’s Susie’s fault m’lud -she made me do it -she made me laugh out loud with her email about Ethan looking like a Physics teacher and how it stuck! As soon as he walked into the venue, it was in my mind and I even commented to a poor unsuspecting young lady about it – man alive Susie, you just have to refrain from this type of thing on the next one. During the set, when peoples concentration inevitably began to wane, he even scolded people for talking – he was visably pissed off and I don’t blame him, but I was just waiting for him to dish out lines and a detention.

That said, it was by no means the worst gig I have been to, it just left me kicking myself that I talked myself out of seeing Del Amitri’s Justin Currie who was in town the same night. Ethan Johns is a real talant, I connected with some of his songs and I will buy his CD. Sadly for him, it just didn’t work for me – or Susie – in the live setting. However, find of the night was one of the 2 support acts. Her name was Ellen Smith and she was charmingly nervous, incredibly talented and wrote lyrics like I could only dream. Ellen was followed by Marika Hackman, who didn’t hold my attention as much, but was not the worst in the world.

All in all, I at least know what to expect in 2 weeks time for the same venue and Johnny Marr, for what I am sure will be a more uptempo and Rock ‘n’ Roll affair. Tonights music comes from Ethan Johns. This is “Whip Poor Will” – the stand out for me on the night.

Enjoy…

“Never cared for games they play…”

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Winged messenger of death…
All seeing and all wise…
Wisdom in your breath..
Truth surrounds your lies..

Your actions lit a spark…
The thought still terrifies…
A vision in the dark…
Her deep Brown stunning eyes…

A moment pure and frozen…
Felt so wrong, so right…
Inner beast was awoken…
Then fled into the night…

There is no explanation…
Not one you would believe…
Just slight indignation…
My heart wiped off your sleeve…

Can you ever understand…
Words that won’t translate…
Written by my hand…
As I’m swept along by fate…

So it’s left for you to guess…
Whilst sitting in your chair…
Is life a game of chess…
Or simply truth or dare…

My confusion is suspended…
Your reality is undone…
We thought that it had ended…
Perhaps it’s just begun…

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“What does it mean when you promise someone?…”

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…the chance conversation…
…the intriguing information…
…the sexual indiscretion…
…made his head spin…
…the new found perception…
…the clever and wicked deception…
…the downright deceitful intention…
…it’s got under his skin…
…the deflected accusation…
…the lies and the confusion…
…the tricks and the illusion…
…she denied the sin…
…the built up frustration…
…the propaganda and speculation…
…the final fake confession…
…it’s so paper thin…
…the weak explanation…
…the story told was fiction…
…the intense provocation…
…right hook to his chin…
…the look of resignation…
…the utter humiliation…
…the act of desperation…
…devil climbed within…
…the reconciliation in motion…
…the show of her devotion…
…the feelings and emotion…
…a chance to start again…
…the continued lust and temptation…
…the forbidden fascination…
…the ongoing manipulation…
…she just won’t give in…

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