Below Topkapi Palace Walls – the chilly dogz

This is The Chilly Dogz version of my poem Below Topkapi Palace Walls written during my holiday in Istanbul in October 2012.

BELOW TOPKAPI PALACE WALLS

The horse chestnuts are dropping conkers

Outside Topkapl Palace walls

Beautiful wooden houses

Frequented by queens

In the evening gently smoking

To Blue Mosque prayer calls

Across the way yet another ruined shack

With an Istanbul stray cat

Sit sitting from a small glass

One more Hot Apple Tea

Staring out from beneath the rim

Of that old battered tennis hat

It’s hart to believe that we’re all

So close to war in the 21sy century

They say this is the place

Where East and West collide

But wherever you come from

This just might be the perfect place to hide

Whilst waiting for the start of

A nuclear Winter bomb as it falls

Find me smoking apple aniseed hubble bubble

Outside Topkapi Palace walls

Yeah

Find me smoking apple aniseed hubble bubble

Outside Topkapi Palace walls

Copyright Harry Rogers – 18th October 2012

Jaki The Ladette

I wrote this initially as play on words around the the term Jack The Lad.  However, as I was writing it this story of damaged young women emerged into view.  I wasn’t going to write anything about that horrible person Savile but this just came out.  I then took it into a new app available on Google Chrome called Ujam to  see what it would sound like as a song.  Click the link below to hear the result, not perfect I know but something I can take to the band for us to play around with.

https://www.ujam.com/songs/hHSdXQkW6b6j

JAKI THE LADETTE

Here comes Jaki the ladette

With the ladders in her tights

She’s been out speeding

For one too many nights

 

In a mirror through the smoke

Her mascara’s gone streaky

But she don’t see the joke

Staring back so freaky

 

Tries to roll a cigarette

Can’t see what she’s making

Drops skins down the loo

Hands won’t stop shaking

 

Ooh Jaki Jaki Jaki

Jaki the ladette

Ooh Jaki Jaki Jaki

Jaki the ladette

 

Wobbling on stilettos

She staggers to the bar

Empties coins on the counter

Can’t tell what they are

 

Orders a vodka and red bull

She’s teetering on the edge

Her hair looks just like it’s

Been dragged through a hedge

 

But here is the strange thing

No matter how stoned she gets

She can’t stop remembering

Like an elephant never forgets

 

How that creepy disc jockey

The one with the monster cigar

Raped her in her fifteenth summer

In the back of his Rolls Royce car

 

Ooh Jaki Jaki Jaki

Jaki the ladette

Ooh Jaki Jaki Jaki

Jaki the ladette

 

Copyright: Harry Rogers 30/10/2012

The Chilly Dogz – “Ray Bradbury Said”

This is the latest Chilly Dogz Tuesday session.  Every week we meet at my house and write a new song together.  I wrote this after seeing a documentary about deceased Sci Fi author Ray Bradbury in which he said that he never bothered to carry out research for his stories as all the information he needed was in his head.  His fiction is fabulous and has been a favourite of mine for more than 50 years.

LYRIC:-

RAY BRADBURY SAID

IT’S ALL IN MY HEAD

RAY BRADBURY SAID

IT’S ALL IN HIS HEAD

 

HE TALKED IN TECHNICOLOR

NIGHT AFTER NIGHT AFTER NIGHT

HE TRANSFORMED LANGUAGE

INTO SOMETHING MEGA BRIGHT

HE COULD SEE THE AIR WE BREATHE

AND HE TOLD US ALL ABOUT IT

SHIMMERING WORLDS INSIDE HIS HEAD

HE MADE SURE WE KNEW ABOUT IT

 

RAY BRADBURY SAID

IT’S ALL IN MY HEAD

RAY BRADBURY SAID

IT’S ALL IN HIS HEAD

 

FROM THE PEDESTRIAN

TO THE ILLUSTRATED MAN

DRINKING DANDELION WINE

CHRONICLING THE MARTIANS

SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES

RETURNING FROM THE DUST

FAHRENHEIT 451

SINGING THE BODY ELECTRIC

RAY BRADBURY SAID

IT’S ALL IN MY HEAD

RAY BRADBURY SAID

IT’S ALL IN HIS HEAD

RAY TOLD US ALL – IT’S IN OUR HEADS

Copyright: Harry Rogers: 17-08-2012