Tossed Songs

Nothing should be discarded if you write.

I can remember the titles of songs I threw into the big black binliners, song after song.

My Friend Ed The Boxer was the first song I wrote. It was based on a Madness' tune, presumably Baggy Trousers but now I can't be certain. It's gone. Maybe that's ok. Other's I've tried resurrecting. Here's a list, of what comes to memory:

A Picture of Tomorrow

The Laird of the Semtex

I Could Join The Statues In The Square

Heaven Needs An Aviator Tonight

The Grand Old Men

Looking North From Comolungma

Another Scalp For Cleopatra

On My Stream, Floating

Any Last Regrets

Hey, Mr.Time

Sigh A Day Away

Sweetest String

so many others.

As I said I've tried my best to revivivify some. (Revivivify, having that.) But there's lots more.

I know I'm talking about songs when it is meant to be junked poetry, but to me they are the same, the voice, sound, communication. And just making a noise for the thrill of being able to.

Next, I promise I will get onto poetry.