WHERE BLUEBELLS BLOOM

Looking through old demo tracks I came across this version of one of my songs recorded with Marc Gordon at Studio 49 in Narberth in 2013 for our album of love songs “Ripples In The Water Of Love”. The song title was suggested to me by my old friend Colin Bodiam at Deep River Records in Depford, London. The Lyric is set in County Cork, Eire not far from Skibbereen.

Where Bluebells Bloom

On the road to Barlogie Cove
With an old friend of mine
I drive past that house of yours
That overlooks Lough Hyne
We’re off to empty lobster pots
On his old clinker boat
I hear a single seagull sing
A very plaintive note
You’re sitting in the window
Of that upstairs room
You look with longing at that
Hill where bluebells bloom

That hill
Where bluebells bloom
That hill
Where bluebells bloom

Where you took me in the springtime
Through the woodland glade so blue
To the summit of your universe
And swore that you were true
I see that his flash car is back
Parked up in the drive
The way that I was feeling
He’s lucky to be alive

I guess that I’ll keep driving
Down to Barlogie Quay
And let all of last year’s fantasies
Fade into memory
I hope you’ll not be crying
In your lonely room
As you look out that window
Onto Knockomagh Hill
There where bluebells bloom!

Harry Rogers in the Old Study 2012

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 sipping from a small glass

One more Hot Apple Tea

Staring out from beneath the rim

Of that old battered tennis hat

It’s hard to believe that we’re all

So close to war in the 21st 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

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