Ochil Queen ( original prose ) Jim Horne 2025-09-28 | With the aid of my friend Peter Drysdale with backing sounds we offer this glimpse of an ancient time near our hometowns. I hope Cwm you see this one ;) The photos from Peter too are of the Ochil Hills which are just behind me as I type this !Words.Golden snakes wound around your wristsgathered from the streams and forged by the fistsand the fire of the dawnyour army rests awaiting the hornon the green breasts of the hillto drive their spears like thornsinto the flesh of foes so grandaye those that dare creep and crawlwithout leave or blessingsoon to tumble and falland are gone like snow in springthe crown of Rowan berries redbetween beaten silver bandsblossom alive around your headall bend for the Ochil Queen
Just shadows ( original poem for Gaza ) Jim Horne 2025-09-19 | In hopes that People Of All Nations will soon realise who is behind the slaughter of innocents and why .Words.Our rooms were light by candles , adorned by shadowswith the humming of an old tunesharing the silencethe flicker and crackle of wood burningthe bubbling pot a cheery guesthome is where the heart is dear friends remember that when it is torn from you.............and remember the dust of that weary roadthat winds it`s way to refugethe kindness of strangersthe warmth of their hearththe cheer of their smilethe welcome of their handshakeremember that when it is torn from you........Our homes are a jumble, tumbled stone and ashesour streets full of monsters and demonsglaring with hatredour children painted with bandage and bloodno room at the Inn, no love in the heartmarched as animals from river to searemember that.............
Man and boy ( original song ) Jim Horne 2025-09-13 | As summer fades an Autumn sighs.......Words.And the Wee Falls pool was dark and deepwe`d jump in and hold our nosesthen swim to the bank to dry our feetall amongst the wild rosesthese gentle years the pine woods held usin camps of branch and fern stemlie in the silence an dreaminoh slipping time we didnae kenblistered feet would drag us homewardtae the learies of the tired townthe golden light shown from the windowsthe tower standing in its misty gownthese gentle years laddies and lassiesto steal a kiss oh what joyhunker down by a sparkin firesidekindling up a man fae a boy
Just round and round (original song ) Jim Horne 2025-09-08 | Yes folks....it`s just us that can change it all, just us.......Words.Neither here nor therenor anywherejust round and round the barracks squareNeither up nor downneither smile nor frownjust round and roundthe same old townNeither skin nor bonenor aged nor grownjust round and roundthe dice are thrownneither wind nor rainnor sun nor snowjust round and roundthe world should knowjust round and roundjust round and roundneither here nor therenor anywherejust round and round the barracks square
On the Frontline (original song ) Jim Horne 2025-09-02 | Another war half forgotten, another war that made those in the shadows fat and rich beyond imagination.......shame on them all.For some reason I don`t get notifications anymore , so I just check in now and then.Words.I hear you callingdown the frontlinesending you some waterand star shell shinemaybe`s a letterfrom back homesome gasoline, some tyressome shavin foamsending you some chocolatehope it doesn`t meltand some 45 ( 9 ) millimetreyou can stick into your beltI hear you callingfrom down the front linesending you some napalmhope you kid`s are doin finesending you a referencehope you get out in timekeep listening to the radiothings are going finejust keep your heads downcarry all the luck you can findno room for the dyingleave everything behindjust leave everything behindI hear you callingdown the frontlineI hear you callingdown the frontline
Can`t get no sleep 2( original song ) Jim Horne 2025-08-28 | Still can`t get no sleep......Words.I cant get to sleepyou are own my mind againI cant get to sleepall these enemies and friendscant get to sleepmy kids have got the bluescant get to sleeptheres so much I could losecant get no sleepthis jobs killing mecant get no sleepsomething ahead that i just cannot seecant get to sleeptossing and turning thro the nightcant get to sleepsomehow I need ta get it rightcant get to sleepmy mind is racing redcant get to sleepsomethings creeping round my bedmy roof is leakingtheres a pain in my heartthe clock is tickin fastersoon another achin day will startcant get no sleepcant get no sleep
Makes me sing 2 ( original song ) Jim Horne 2025-08-15 | A song about something else . Done a while back. Photo taken in the wilds of the Isle of Mull a long time ago, left to right Ross, Bobby and Jim .Words.Follow the red tail lights into the darkred red wine takes the pain from the heart22 carat gold scull ring on my finger now there`s the thingthat makes me singthat makes me singand bringall the wonderful things in this world I spent a fortune in the blink of an eyeyour skirt riding way up highLas Vegas an some fancy drugsfor me in all the holes you dugthat makes me singthat makes me sing and bringall the wonderful things into my world
Black Hearts (original song ) Jim Horne 2025-08-14 | To the spreaders of lies and twisters of truth .Words.Your hearts are black , and full of poisonthat overflows from out your mouthwhy do you lay these troubling storiesat every door from North to Southyour thoughts are sharp as any razoryou wield them with a steady handyou don`t care who you disfigure the wounds run crooked across the landThrough ways and means beyond understandingyour shining screens draw shadows nearand suck the life from little childrenthen shoot it back filled up with fear cloaked and cruel are yer reasonsfor twisting simple destiniesand encourage hatred amongst our neighboursso you can plan your tyranniesYour hearts are black , and full of poisonthat overflows from out your mouthwhy do you lay these troubling storiesat every door from North to Southand East to WestNorth to South and East to West
Come back again ( original song ) Jim Horne 2025-08-06 | A song for all our Gods the world over.WordsI wish you would come back againopen the hearts and arms againtake away the fear and the painwon`t you come back again ?you seem so far awayacross the bridge one step awaysweet memories listen for the songyou have been away so longI wish you would come back againopen hearts and arms againtake away the fear and painwon`t you come back again ?won`t you come back again ?won`t you come back again ?
Glimmer and Glamour ( original song ) Jim Horne 2025-08-04 | Another one take blunder....a song about yesterday today and tomorrow .....makes little sense ....?Words.The glimmer of the street lightthe glamour of the fist fightthe clamour in the hen housewhen the fox slays the field mouseafter the bomb attackswe lived in sheds and shacksbut you lived behind shiny steelwhile the smoking grass made it all unrealsee the childs crayon drawsthe warnings in each of its flawswith burning tears we chokeno one laughs at your jokeif we ever come againto where the path takes the bendwill we stand and gape and tarryor run as fast as legs can carryAi is still pulling the trigger too soonJFK in the backseat men on the moonBeatles and Stones listen to the bandif you see a man fall then lend him a handthe glimmer of the street lightthe glamour of the fist fightthe glimmer of the street lightthe glamour of the fist fightthe glimmer of the street lightthe glamour of the fist fight
Last days (original song ) Jim Horne 2025-07-24 | Well, I named this song the last days of summer, perhaps the last days is more apt for the way this world is today.........I wish for a brighter tomorrow though . photos our garden.Words.It`s the last days of summerand the trees bend down to mewhispering their goodbyesthrough the leaves in the breezeIts the last days of summerswallows on telephone linespuffing up their feathersthey`ve seen the signsIt`s the last days of summersoon be a wildernesswhere crows try to sing outbut could`nt care lessIt`s the last days of summerI shake hands and say farewellpick up my back packand slip into the dellIt`s the last days of summerand the trees bend down to mewhispering their goodbyesthrough the leaves in the breeze
The Forest of USS (original song ) Jim Horne 2025-07-15 | A short song , almost short because time is running out ......... The destruction of Gaza and the planned building of a new city to house the beleaguered population could very well be a blueprint for all our futures.....let us hope and pray it never comes to pass.Words.You open your mouthlet your belly rumblethrough the forest of usyour lying tongue stumblesand all of your listenersstart to fumble you switch off the lampthat shines on the truthyou build a castlebut forget the roofthen pull on the cloakof a sayer of soothsyou fire all your big gunsroaring like thundermissiles and shellsflashing fear and wondersoon hands will reach outand sweep you asunderYou open your mouthlet your belly rumblethrough the forest of usyour lying tongue stumbles
Wasted Days (original song ) Jim Horne 2025-07-10 | Wasted days a wee song about wasted years.......and a dangerous game.....Words.It`s starting to rain a littleall over the worldand the clouds reach down to the groundnothing can stop it nowlooks like the hills are tumbling tooall around the green and the blueturning grey as the land goes stalethree cheers for the wind and hailyes it is pouring out grieffor all the things we should have doneall the lives we could have savedfor all the wasted dayslooks like the hills are tumbling tooall around the green and the blueturning grey as the land goes stalethree cheers for the wind and haillift up the stones see who is hiding therebig suprise to see they`ve gonescrambling up the spoil heapsof every village and every townlooks like the hills are tumbling tooall around the green and the blueturning grey as the land goes stalethree cheers for the wind and hailIt`s starting to rain a littleall over the worldand the clouds reach down to the groundnothing can stop it nownothing can stop it nownothing can stop it now....
Raining Swords (original song ) Jim Horne 2025-07-08 | Well what do you know.......WordsRemembering the gates of Troythe wooden horsea child`s toythe pools of bloodthou shalt not killnails in a cross upon a hillthe screaming planesdon`t give a damndive bombing townsspread like jam a holy landsand and bricksobliteratedby lies and tricksfolks raising handsits raining swordsplease shelter mehere comes the lordhe brought some goldto weigh your soulthen dug for youa deep dark holeRemembering the gates of Troythe wooden horsea child`s toythe pools of bloodthou shalt not killnails in a cross upon a hill
Strangers to the truth (mandolin) Jim Horne 2025-07-03 | Still the slaughtering goes on, goes ignored, goes aided , goes on being funded. We will not forget......
Belfast rambles ( original song ) Jim Horne 2025-06-27 | Spent some time in Ireland doing my job of work in Hospitals, met lovely friendly folk. Some of my time was during the troubles . This song kind of rambles around some things I saw and did, some made up . Great City . Inspired by the great Van the man..........Words.Playing dominosin the Big Boyne barred white and blue wrapped round the old jam jarwho would have thoughtby the end of the gamethe sky would light upwith a flickering flamewe would retreat to Botanic avenuean a cheap hoteldirt on my shoeshear high heels clipan sirens wailwhere the rifle cracksand the big ships sailedand the morning bringsthe Ulster fryacross the Lagan bridgesthe seagulls cryall the way to Hollywood`sleafy streetsthe distant City hospitaland its yellow streaksmaybe hop across tothe old Royal Vicgrab a fish supperwhile the safetys clicktourists gaze upat the Divis road flagcannot hold a candleto the things we hadPlaying dominosin the Big Boyne barred white and blue wrapped round the old jam jarwho would have thoughtby the end of the gamethe sky would light upwith a flickering flame again..........
The Emperors of piss (original song ) Jim Horne 2025-06-17 | A song I wrote about the deranged leaders who care little for the world.Words.The Emperor of pisheats from a silver dishhe`s a real big fish swimming in a little pondgonna know how it feelsto be the rotten tattie in the dreelto have the farmers heelcrush you where ye liegonna find out quickno one cares when your sickyou can`t afford the little prickthe one that`s gonna save yousay you was only having funand you were not the only oneto pull the trigger of the gunwith only one fingerand as the light shines and the missiles whineand your dollars a dimeyou soon to find outThe Emperor of pisheats from a silver dishhe`s a real big fish swimming in a little pond
Do Mamas sing (original song ) Jim Horne 2025-05-25 | As sadness floods the world still the murderous inhumanities persist in Gaza . A song I wrote a few years back.Words.Do the mamas still sing songs to their babiesdo the daddies still point to Mr moonare there soldiers in armour in the castledo they still play airplane with the spoondoes someone turn pages at their bedsidewith stories till the blinking of the eyedo smiles draw the curtains of the morningbe quick because those little years they flybe quick because those little years they flybe quick because those little years they flyDo the mamas still sing songs to their babiesdo the daddies still point to Mr moonare there soldiers in armour in the castledo they still play airplane with the spoon
Stop these wars ( original song ) Jim Horne 2025-05-18 | Strong language here friends such is my frustration with the violence and inhumanity spreading across this world. Forgive me.WordsJust stop these *** warsstop your cheatingdon`t you understandlove will never be beatenjust stop these *** warsstop your lyingcan`t you see it isa demons flag your flyingjust stop these *** warsbloodlust desire you are being marchedinto the burning fireJust stop these *** warsstop your cheatingdon`t you understandlove will never be beaten
Red Blaes ( original song ) Jim Horne 2025-05-15 | The muse leads me back to days near forgotten, when oftimes whole families worked in coal mines , sometimes the girls too , often starved by the mine owners closing the mines while the price went up, and little or no compensation for injury or death in their mines. Still, it is a better world now ..... ????Words.Meet me on the brickwork bingto hear the yellow hammer singamong the late summer dayswi oor shin fu o`sherp rid blaesdrawer fu o` empty pay pokespulley hung wi workin socksunion talk it fills the hoosesparking fire stanes they let loosecalm yersel down ma John the waddin rings goan tae pawnyer cursing is frightening the weansbetter days we will huv than wiv haenMeet me on the brickwork bingto hear the yellowhammer singamong the late summer dayswi oor shin fu o`sherp rid blaesthe great war left men wi` malaisemadness and pain aw their daysfaithers and sons at the coal facelingering shadows of the human raceMeet me on the brickwork bingto hear the yellow hammer singamong the late summer dayswi oor shin fu o`sherp rid blaes
The Grotesque Parade ( original song ) Jim Horne 2025-05-06 | As the sun shines here I am drawn to think of the sickness that would bulldoze the homes and graves of innocent children to build a seaside paradise for the Rich......... just a short song ......WordsSuch a grotesque fiend`s paradethe murderers cavalcadesee the liars and the cheats suits, and guns and black hearts beathere come the silent butchers slicing up the poor mans futurewhile slaughtering the gentle meektell us to turn the other cheekwitnessing the widow makersthe snatching biting freedom takersthey bind the brain and the handsof all the peoples in every landwill they ever be forgiven ?by the dead or the livinglining up before their chiefsflames and poison flowing underneathSuch a grotesque fiend`s paradethe murderers cavalcadesee the liars and the cheats suits and guns and black hearts beaten
Pharaoh`s wannabees (original song ) Jim Horne 2025-04-23 | New song this morn..... Pharaohs Wannabees. Images could be any city anywhere ......WORDS.Bottles break creeps creepSleeping deep and dreaming sweetall around tweeters tweetcardboard mattress in the streettwo thousand years our historypuzzling over this mysterydrowning as they cross the seaescaping Pharaoh`s wannabeesBottles break creeps creepSleeping deep and dreaming sweetall around the tweeters tweetcardboard mattress in the street
From No where (original song ) Jim Horne 2025-04-14 | Friends , have we not had enough of our leaders trying to stick it to every neighbour ? we are all one big family folks , let us tell them that this world is a gift with plenty for everyone . FFS.WordsThis one comes from over yonderthat one comes from over thereanother comes from somewhere nearerthis one from nowhere at all....some of them come ragged wearysome of them pass as a ghostalways someone tries to hassle themwith their bundles they struggle pastbamboozled faces lost for reasonsshrugging shoulders to the guardstumbling cares and expectationssisters and brothers through the yearsThis one comes from over yonderthat one comes from over thereanother comes from somewhere nearerthis one comes from nowhere ....
Hello Old Tree ( original song ) Jim Horne 2025-04-07 | Another escape from the Trmp shit show madness ........Words.Hello there old treedo you remember meclimbing up among your boughsreaching for the fluffy cloudsgood morrow big blue skyI still see you in my eyeyou hold the swallow and the crowevery song you surely do knowgreetings sweet clear streamstill you run within my dreamschasing flashing little fisheach one a happy childs wishyour permission dear green fieldto pluck the buttercups you yieldover your carpet summer and springamong the old church bells that ringstreet of stone my oldest friendyour the road that never endswhere foolish youth he quickly ranto old shaky legs that barely can standhello there old treedo you remember meclimbing up among your boughsreaching for the fluffy clouds
Gilgamesh on the couch ( original ) Jim Horne 2025-04-01 | A gathering of nonsense from the dusty corners :) Words.Wearing sunglasses in the homebroken busts of ancient Romefine line with golden threadshady path to leafy bedon the couch like Gilgameshoil lamps from Marrakeshwisps of smoke of sandalwoodreaching places you never couldheavy lidded wooden eyesopen window seashore sighsanswers stitched in silken threadpossessions of a sleepy head
Tamil Song 1935 ( 78rpm recording ) Jim Horne 2025-03-29 | A rare recording , taken from a 78RPM record I have , A Tamil song , a folk song from the Tamil Nadu region of India, recorded in 1935. Takes me back to some happy months my wife and I spent travelling in South India in the early 80`s. Be transported !!!Info. B. side of Lord Erskine`s 1935 speech as Governor of Madras , Tamil Song sung by S.V.Ariakudi T, Ramanujalyengar , Violin by Rajamanickam Pillai , Mridangam by Kothandarama lyer .
Mr XYZ ( original song ) Jim Horne 2025-03-28 | Not much to say . Words.I wonder if he`s a decoyhiding some bigger creepjust there to take his pay chequesomewhere way down deephe`s digging holes and planting hatethe oldest trickthe biggest fakedistracting all the poor folkswith religion and cool aidthe more you hug the devilthe more you get paidhe`s digging holes and planting hatethe oldest trickthe biggest fakeeverywhere scheming lyingpraising his slavessmiling bowing scrapingscallywags and knaveshe`s digging holes and planting hatethe oldest trickhe`s the biggest fakeI wonder if he`s a decoyhiding some bigger creepjust there to take his pay chequesomewhere way down deep
A message to you Rudy( cover song ) Jim Horne 2025-03-22 | Another reggae pop song , by Dandy Livingstone, A message to you Rudy ....One take with one harmony.....Words. Stop your running about It`s Time you straightened right outstop your running aroundmaking problems in town (ah-ah-ah)RudyA message to you, RudyA message to you Your growing older each dayyou want to think of your futureor you might end up in jailthen you will sufferRudyA message to you, RudyA message to you Stop your running aboutit`s time you straightened right out stop your running around making trouble in the town (ah-ah-ah)RudyA message to you, RudyA message to you, Rudy
Suzanne beware of the devil ( cover song ) Jim Horne 2025-03-20 | My cover of Dandy Livingstone`s 1972 hit Suzanne beware of the devil . Have a bop about folks !Words.Suzanne beware of the devil, don't let him spoil your heartSuzanne beware of the devil, don't let him pull us apartDid you say we got to partOr did you say let's go for a walkDid you say you got someone newOr did you say you like the colour of my shoesI don't know what's goin' onYou're not the girl I used to knowYou're turnin' my world upside downBrandin' me with a frown, e-eySuzanne beware of the devil, don't let him spoil your heartSuzanne beware of the devil, don't let him pull us apartDid you say you're leaving townOr did you say you're stickin' aroundDid you say you're seriousOr did you say it's all a bluffWhy do you wanna change our dreamsAll the things we've planned and schemedDo you really wanna goOr is it just an overnight show, e-eySuzanne beware of the devil, don't let him spoil your heartSuzanne beware of the devil, don't let him pull us apart, no noDid you say we got to partOr did you say let's go for a walkDid you say you got someone newOr did you say you like the colour of my shoesI don't know what's goin' onYou're not the girl I used to knowYou're turnin' my world upside downBrandin' me with a frown, e-eySuzanne beware of the devil, don't let him spoil your heart, yeah-heySuzanne beware of the devil, oh-ho, don't let him pull us apart, oh-ohSuzanne beware of the devil, don't let him spoil your heart, e-eySuzanne beware of the devil, don't let him pull us apart
Fessup Wassup (original song ) Jim Horne 2025-03-07 | A silly song for y`all !! Just wondering who paid for the flattening and pounding of Gaza ?Words.They tell me the goblins are back stealing babies again,they take them away in their clockwork gingerbread trainand trillions of dollars just vanished away hey heyi wish I had never read the newspapers todayThey say that the president he is a puppet set freeand he runs around fooling his friends with a tee hee hee heeand trillions of dollars just vanished they went up in smoke I dont suppose someone is playing a little sick jokeGive us back our money, give us back our moneywe worked long and hard for every centso keep your baloney we see your phoneyjust plastic and twisted and bentmillions of houses lie empty now cardboard is kingand millions of people just lie on the pavement and singand trillions of dollars got wacked from the neon score boardyet nobody asks where the trillions are now being stored
The Red Skirt ( original song ) Jim Horne 2025-02-27 | A new song today. Let us for a moment draw the shades on this tawdry world of man`s politics of greed and power and just breathe.......WORDSShe lifts her red skirt into the airspreading her warmth everywherethe birds begin to flutter and flythe kitchen maid yawns and sighsit`s another day to breathein the airShe reaches up into the skybeaming down on you and Ithe cat lays down in the shadebreeze sweeps through the forest gladeit`s another day to breathein the airShe sinks down into her rosy restchildren and stars blink they`re blestthe man puts away his weary toilgod and the plough the magic soilit`s another day to breathein the airit`s another day to breathein the air.
Bonnie Maggie Daw ( original song ) Jim Horne 2025-02-18 | Came to me today as I washed my porridge pot...... back when my granny died in 1922 when my Dad was just 6 weeks old .....times were hard alright, let us hope those times never return..... The picture is a small grave marker my Brother and I set up recently on their grave, to show they were not forgotten.Words.Scraping at the purritch potwi the spurtle worn awa`theres nae siller to burry ye ma bonnie Maggie dawnae cheer frae the dule crawupon the auld claes polenae drowth upon the snell east windthe cellar has nae coalbaith hands oot tae Crissendombaith hands oot tae the dolewha`ll gie tae me a ha`pennytae mend my tackit sole ?Scraping at the purritch potwi the spurtle worn awa`theres nae siller to burry ye ma bonnie Maggie daw ......
U Still United ? ( original song ) Jim Horne 2025-02-07 | Wrote this back in 2012 , still looks like many good people are being hurt and divided , hope I am wrong....Words.The billionaires buy and sell everything diamonds sparkle on their womens skinwhile their wasted children just piss in the wind are the American states still Uniteddaddies yacht sails on a sea of tears the good old boys still reel in the yearsthe Republicans still selling weapons of fear are the American states still Unitedyou fell into a barrel of snakes the worker boys they dont get the breaksthe unions were red and that`s all it takesare the American states still United ?you wriggled left then wriggled rightnever backed down from any fist fightthere was never a question you`ve got the might are the American states still Unitedwhile scoffers shout God is deadto those still waters your no longer ledwho gives a damn if the hungery are fed ? are the American states still U
Queen of Belladonna ( original song ) Jim Horne 2025-01-28 | Back in the real world.....In anticipation of the Green Man showing his face, the Queen of the weeds prepares her house, just a wee song along these paths. Boy it`s been a long winter......Photos taken locally over the past few years.WORDS.The Queen of Belladonnaher crown in the rowans tossedthe dandelion is her timepiecein the ivy her kingdoms lostscattered among the bramblesher tribe search for the goldthe berry robbing Lintie`ssweet song has foretoldsweet song has foretoldthe Queen of Belladonnaher face of the deepest bluefootsteps her way to the twilighther kiss is strange and trueher life grows inside herwild as the windher robe strewn ower the foresther dance soon to begin her dance soon to begin
Who Gives One ? ( original song ) Jim Horne 2025-01-21 | Seems not many give one ....... Welcome to your golden age , enjoy.....Words.It`s gone too farsay`s Ithe working people are lostsay`s Iwhat is truth what is liewho gives a ?say`s Ic`est la guerresay`s Ithe demons have landedsay`s Iwhat is truth what is liewho gives a ?say`s Ithey`ve destroyed Gazasay`s Iyour country nextsay`s Iwhat is truth what is liewho gives a ?say`s Iyour time is comingsay`s Iyou time has passed Say`s Iwhat is truth what is liewho gives a ? say`s IIt`s gone too farsay`s Ithe working people are lostsay`s Iwhat is truth what is liewho gives one ?say`s I
No overnight parking ( layby blues ) ( original song ) Jim Horne 2025-01-16 | Bit of nonsense for all you campervan owners who struggle to find a stop :)The No Overnight Parking Layby Blues !I eat breakfast under the awningof my tiny campervanyou can see me yawningas I wash the frying panthe morning sun starts breaking overthe power station lumsin the sunday post I`m rakingfor oor wullie and his chumswatching turnips grow is better than the newswi` the no overnight parkinglayby bluesye canny be too hastywhen the cludgie`s a foot squareye canny ask the ladies inwhen there`s piddles on the flairthe wee van`s kinda rustywith 3 baldy tyrescupboards always mustyheld together with chicken wirewatching turnips grow is better than the newswi` the no overnight parkinglayby blues
Better to (original song ) Jim Horne 2025-01-10 | A leaning to the simple life.......along the tinkers road........Words.Better to stay among the flowersand birdsthan where the rats runbetter to walk on the sandwith the seaand leave kings to the gunbetter to throw the dice into the ditchleave chance to the chancersyou`ll seebetter to live humblyamigothan deal in their swickerybetter to rest in sweet smilesand the love stored withinbetter to watch a spiderin the window than let it`s webdrag you in Better to stay among the flowersand birdsthan where the rats runbetter to walk on the sandwith the seaand leave kings to the gun
Auld Lang Syne ( Julane on Piano ) Jim Horne 2025-01-01 | Happy New Year Folks. Just loved Julane`s piano rendition , such atmosphere ! so as you have a wee dram or two , sing along for a better 2025 for everyone.Jim x
Loft Goblins ( original song ) Jim Horne 2024-12-30 | Have a little dance on us before the year runs out .... :) A tune my friend Peter Drysdale conjured up, I put some silly words to it and bingo ....whoosh...instant fun :) Done a long time ago .... enjoy :)Photos from an old book I have.Words.We used to hang around with Julius Caeseryou know the Tally bloke with the great big sneezerwe`re the tiny folk that got lost in spacewe even helped the big man with the human racewe jumped through the ages with a hip and a hopheard a little whisper that the balloon might popOh yeah....that`s right ....alright Dave ....We`re the Loft Goblinswe`re the Loft Goblins....Here we go....ho ho one more timelet`s hear you !we`re so busy making things that don`t go bang or twangno boom no crack no suspersonic twanghere we go hey hey .....see you later... all together nowwe`re so busy making things that don`t go bangno boom no crack no suspersonic twangGoodbye......
Cheap Hotel ( original song ) Jim Horne 2024-12-29 | I did work in a cheap hotel as a kid left school, first task was chasing the 2000 cockroaches out the potato cellar and loading the potato peeler !! happy days....well... :) Met some of these characters too !WORDSThe night porterwith his comicsand blood shot eyesthe waitresswith her blistersand heavy sighsthe bosswith his crumpled suitand shiny tie oh yes , oh mythe pastry chefwith her greasy hairand sweet piesthe front deskwith her lipstickand heels so highthe washer upwith his stories and plates to dry oh yes oh my .the bar keeperwith his red noseall smiles and liesthe kitchen boywith his spotswatching the sunriseThe night porterwith his comicsand blood shot eyes oh yes oh my.
Winter Morning ( original song ) Jim Horne 2024-12-19 | What it says on the tin ...... photo from a few years ago . Have a peaceful Christmas where ever you are.Words.The sun creeps over the rooftopsmelts the frost on the green grasslittle birdies twitter softlyhow long will this winter last ?gone are the leaves the trees are nakedgone is the rose`s blushup among the holly berriesthe speckled breast of the thrushso draw the curtains from the windowslazy man roll from your beda little babe is born this morningshining gold around it`s headThe sun creeps over the rooftopsmelts the frost on the green grasslittle birdies twitter softlyhow long will this old winter last ?
Old leather shoes (original song ) Jim Horne 2024-12-10 | A marching song ;) not my shoes , image from net.Words.Old leather shoesthat walk the miles each crack and splitthe frowns and smileswith laces looseone short one longeasy the tripo`er right and wrongbeneath the bedtucked side by sideat journeys endtomorrow hidesold leather shoesthat walk the miles each crack and splitthe frowns and smileswith laces looseone short one longeasy the tripo`er right and wrong
Christmas Lights (original song ) Jim Horne 2024-12-07 | Yep, it`s Christmas time again and you and I stand and look through the pain. C`mon Israel, STOP THE KILLING ffs.....Words Their Christmas lights are bombers flightstheir jingle bells are bursting shellsfood and watertheft and slaughteris this Christmas Israel ?then go to ****Repeat ......
Talk amongst yourselves ( original song ) Jim Horne 2024-11-21 | Guitar and harmonica . I do not want to thank those who are complicit in aiding and abetting the relentless slaughter of innocent Men Women and Children , " we know who you are " .Words.you don`t want us as brothers you don`t want us as sisters toojust you talk among yourselves nowseems that`s all you ever wanna dowe got no bullets for our gunswe got no guns at alljust you talk among yourselvesyou don`t hear the siren callyou wield the biggest stickwe get the shitty endyou just talk among yourselveswhat next you gonna send ?when we are all dead and goneall our children tooyou just talk among yourselveswe hear you cheering through you don`t want us as brothersyou don`t want us as sisters toojust you talk amongst yourselvesseems that`s all you wanna do
Just maybe , just maybe ( original song ) Jim Horne 2024-11-15 | From my back catalogue 😉 a song I wrote about guys and girls who never became Doctors, lawyers or architects...... just fitted in best as possible.Words.His conversations all coulda beenan shoulda been and mighta been and maybe ,jist maybeNever seen the writing on the wall, or the school book page on deaf ears the teachers words did fallIn overalls since fifteen ,up at sixthe bleary eenjust becoming part of the machine , jist dovvytold everyday "the boys a fool"now a man ,a blunted tool, lives quiet with his comics and his motherThen comes nineteen seventeengein a gun a kilt and canteenblasted flattened feart and shell shockedlike mony itherssee the man in his flat cappolished boots ,old piece bagsmiles goes to work he`s steadyHis conversations all coulda beenan shoulda been and mighta been and maybe ,just maybe
Seen The Day ( original song ) Jim Horne 2024-11-04 | I remember my Grandmother saying with a smile " I`ve seen the day, but now it`s night " and so this song came along , like the whole history of man laid out there , a day dream of course.......Words.I`ve seen the daybut now it`s nightwatched starry shipstaking flightwhere seven moons light the skyand silver treesgently flythe painter`s brushand the potter`s claylike the poet`s wordsare all laid awayjust shadow playsin candle lightI`ve seen the daybut now it`s night
Wolf to the Lamb ( original song ) Jim Horne 2024-10-26 | Long time ago I was sat at the kitchen table with my Mother , a Gypsy came to the door and my Mam being superstitious invited her in for a cup of tea , her palm was crossed with silver and she read my palm , telling me to remember " liking is not loving " All these years later I include those words in this song of small town love ! , could be anyone in any small town .WORDSThere was a girl...wind in her hairshe met a boy he was going nowheresmall town lovehills to climbheavens abovea drifting in timehammer and nailsblackberry spikeshe did love himher he did likesilver crossedthe gypsy`s cold palmfuture it came and wentwolf to the lambThere was a girl...wind in her hairshe met a boy going nowheresmall town lovesweet hills to climbheavens abovea drifting in timehammer and nailsblackberry spikeshe did love himher he did likesilver crossedthe gypsy`s cold palmfuture it came and wentwolf to the lamb
Ear to the ground ( original song ) Jim Horne 2024-10-15 | Some may say I am flogging a dead horse but I would never do that......Words.Are we living in hell ?where no truth is foundjust listen my friendsput your ear to the groundsee all the lost soulsproclaiming zion stoking the fireswith their fists of ironhate in their heartsand children on trialblinded by greedand denialsome turn the other waythey feel no shamejust shrug their shoulders as bombs fall like rainAre we living in hell ?where no truth is foundjust listen my friendsput your ear to the ground
From Loaf to Crust ( original song ) Jim Horne 2024-10-12 | Ah the impermanence of it all , perhaps not though ... ;) Quick song, quickly gone..... The photo is of a local bakers oven, had many a bread roll, pie and cake from it, now gone......Words.I remember the day you let me infelt the sun was on my skinI remember the sky was turning greyon the day you walked awayand all those years have gone to dustfrom the loaf down to the crustthey say tomorrow is a brand new dayat least I hope so anywayI look at the night the sky has drawnthe white queen moves to the black pawnpulling the covers way up tightnot sure who was wrong or rightand all those years have gone to dustfrom the loaf down to the crustthey say tomorrow is a brand new dayat least I hope so anywayI remember the day you let me in
Blew You Away ( original song ) Jim Horne 2024-10-02 | Song about a little girl. " She never broke any hearts but they broke hers` " and shame shame black burning shame on them all.........Words.You never broke any heartsYou never broke any heartsyou were too kindyou were too kindA little raggity girla little raggity girlwho skipped and smiledwho skipped and smiledYou never broke any heartsYou never broke any heartsyou were too kindyou were too kindcarrying water from the wellcarrying water from the wellfor granmamma`sfor granmamma`sYou never broke any heartsYou never broke any heartsyou were too kindyou were too kindyet still they came to townyet still they came to townblew you awayblew you awayYou never broke any heartsYou never broke any hearts.......
