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Tuesday, 3 December 2013
Please Vote for Camden Music for Children!
Hello Everyone! The Camden Music Trust is busily raising money to support music in Camden, London and in particular subsidies for children whose parents cannot afford to pay for instrumental lessons. The Trust really needs a good website. An opportunity to win a website worth £10,000 has come up, but we need your help.
Please vote for Veronica’s entry on this website http://www.nudgedigital.co.uk/kindness - the photo is of some of our young musicians with their instruments in the garden at Camden School for Girls and a copy is attached. If you could please spread the word and encourage your friends to vote, too, that would be great!
Thank you so much
Saturday, 7 September 2013
Monday, 2 September 2013
Monday, 26 August 2013
Saturday, 17 August 2013
Wednesday, 7 August 2013
Monday, 20 May 2013
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Sunday, 3 February 2013
Wednesday, 30 January 2013
Saturday, 19 January 2013
Thursday, 10 January 2013
Monday, 10 September 2012
Tuesday, 28 August 2012
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Sunday, 12 August 2012
Wednesday, 18 July 2012
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Saturday, 14 April 2012
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Wednesday, 21 March 2012
Runaway
There he goes again,
Not thinking with his head,
The fire inside, his guide,
Fuels the hurt he hides instead.
On the run again, bitter black and grey
The silent moan at night,
It's downhill all the way
Sheets of cold damp darkness
Where her body once lay.
And as crisp as stars on high
His guilty thoughts do prey
On his mind again, like a heavy weight
Oh for a knife
To cut them all away
So far so good, not the falling
But what happens when you land.
And the peaceful sleep he keeps
Been brushed aside by the devil's hand
And from those shrouded hills, upon these streets to roam
To find her
And his one true home
Like a runaway
Riding on an empty train
But he still feels the same
As he did yesterday
That all the world's to blame
Not thinking with his head,
The fire inside, his guide,
Fuels the hurt he hides instead.
On the run again, bitter black and grey
The silent moan at night,
It's downhill all the way
Sheets of cold damp darkness
Where her body once lay.
And as crisp as stars on high
His guilty thoughts do prey
On his mind again, like a heavy weight
Oh for a knife
To cut them all away
So far so good, not the falling
But what happens when you land.
And the peaceful sleep he keeps
Been brushed aside by the devil's hand
And from those shrouded hills, upon these streets to roam
To find her
And his one true home
Like a runaway
Riding on an empty train
But he still feels the same
As he did yesterday
That all the world's to blame
Friday, 30 December 2011
Thursday, 22 December 2011
Death of Christopher Hitchens
A writer who sits alongside Orwell and Voltaire, of erudite wit; an awesome intellect with the power to change and galvanize minds with a phrase; a man of steadfast principle who would, with great heart, stand up for all that is good and honest and fair in the face of all mainstream opinion and danger; with a library of resources in his mind ready to take on, with vigour, even the most omniscient of tyrants and to point the finger at the most falsely regarded fraud. To read Hitchens is to read a literary leader, one who will so often be referred back to in my quotations; he has fallen at the only battle lost, the one which cruelly cut short his life.
Monday, 12 December 2011
Saturday, 3 December 2011
Friday, 25 November 2011
Tuesday, 15 November 2011
Saturday, 12 November 2011
Sunday, 30 October 2011
Sunday, 25 September 2011
Friday, 16 September 2011
Monday, 22 August 2011
Monday, 1 August 2011
Saturday, 23 July 2011
Wednesday, 13 July 2011
Sunday, 19 June 2011
Monday, 30 May 2011
Thursday, 19 May 2011
Wednesday, 11 May 2011
Sleep Is A Rose
Corrientes, Buenos Aires. When you have to sleep, sleep! Don't walk!Simon Joseph James
Sunday, 24 April 2011
Saturday, 23 April 2011
Tuesday, 12 April 2011
dead sea
That which has been is what will be, That which is done is what will be done, And there is nothing new under the sun. (Ecclesiastes)
Friday, 8 April 2011
Sunday, 3 April 2011
the elements
Ravaged by love
Toxic and blue
White as the dove
With a golden hue
A force of the wind
As steady as the stone
With fire he is twinned
The sea as his home
Toxic and blue
White as the dove
With a golden hue
A force of the wind
As steady as the stone
With fire he is twinned
The sea as his home
Wednesday, 30 March 2011
home
Balham Brooklyn in the rain
I don’t care its all the same
No one gonna bring me down
Weather, shadows, pound or crown.
Suddenly love comes your way
If you let it in to stay
The best things in your life are free
We can share them you and me
There is always hope
When you get home
For home is where the heart is
And hope is where you lay your head
Sunday morning, lazy day
Roasties, films, match of the day
All you want is all you need
Happy sleeping, mind free
All the kids are playing round
I know where my place is found
I don’t care who comes to stay
Just keep the love from go'n away
There is always hope
When you get home
For hope is where the heart is
And home is where you lay your head
I don’t care its all the same
No one gonna bring me down
Weather, shadows, pound or crown.
Suddenly love comes your way
If you let it in to stay
The best things in your life are free
We can share them you and me
There is always hope
When you get home
For home is where the heart is
And hope is where you lay your head
Sunday morning, lazy day
Roasties, films, match of the day
All you want is all you need
Happy sleeping, mind free
All the kids are playing round
I know where my place is found
I don’t care who comes to stay
Just keep the love from go'n away
There is always hope
When you get home
For hope is where the heart is
And home is where you lay your head
Tuesday, 22 March 2011
Saturday, 19 March 2011
Saturday, 12 March 2011
Thursday, 10 March 2011
the great brain robbery
This unfortunately only lasted about a day on the corner of Old Street and Great Eastern Street. Fail Daily
Monday, 14 February 2011
labourless land
What I’ve lost
And what I’ve found
What I need is all around
It’s in the sky and in the clouds
And where I sleep
If it’s the stone cold ground
I was told long ago
To follow my heart
Not always my head
And it tore me apart
Not to go with the rest
To follow the path
To do what I love best
And if it makes you glad
To take the same path
Then it can’t be that bad
If you’re set apart
Like nobody else
In a labourless land
Go be so unusual
And what I’ve found
What I need is all around
It’s in the sky and in the clouds
And where I sleep
If it’s the stone cold ground
I was told long ago
To follow my heart
Not always my head
And it tore me apart
Not to go with the rest
To follow the path
To do what I love best
And if it makes you glad
To take the same path
Then it can’t be that bad
If you’re set apart
Like nobody else
In a labourless land
Go be so unusual
Sunday, 13 February 2011
I Shall Be Released
Broken down and tired
Hungry for a love
No way on earth to feed me
From the east to the west
I saw what others did was best
Everything I did fell by the way
And I was living out this suitcase for way too long
Stuck between a rock and the sea
Every man needs protection
And every one must fall someday
But an end can also mean a new start
Hungry for a love
No way on earth to feed me
From the east to the west
I saw what others did was best
Everything I did fell by the way
And I was living out this suitcase for way too long
Stuck between a rock and the sea
Every man needs protection
And every one must fall someday
But an end can also mean a new start
Thursday, 10 February 2011
Half Moon, Putney
Thanks to everyone that made it to the Half Moon, thanks to Red for putting on the night too. See you all at our next one!
Thursday, 3 February 2011
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