Spotlight
Showcasing the work of local writers and artists. Contact: info@talkbook.org.uk
Not exactly local, made exception for an excellent song by Jamala, arranged for the unlikely pop festival Eurovision 2016. Two versions ........
Titanic (by Steph)
The ship is going down
there's Screaming all around,
people Jumping into the icy Sea
then silence and no misery.
I looked to find a life boat
to keep my self afloat and Free,
in this Chaotic Screaming
then quietness.
Hold my baby the woman Cried
as She Jumped overboard,
no sound in this turmoil of mankind
and the orchestra Played on.
I handed the baby to a woman in the
Last lifeboat,
Look after her I said her mummy
is near.
Floating around in this frozen sea,
that is not So Clear,
what do I do now?
Save myself or die
in the quietness of the Sound,
in the icy Sea,
listening to the orchestra in my head.
Lovely Sound, its goodbye from me
as I drift in this freezing sea,
as the iceberg Slowly melts.
Another Calm (by Dazz) montage
Marina and Ulay: Not exactly a local artist but a fascinating international one .............
"Marina Abramovic and Ulay started an intense love story in the 70s, performing art out of the van they lived in. When they felt the relationship had run its course, they decided to walk the Great Wall of China, each from one end, meeting for one last big hug in the middle and never seeing each other again. at her 2010 MoMa retrospective Marina performed 'The Artist Is Present' as part of the show, a minute of silence with each stranger who sat in front of her. Ulay arrived without her knowing it and this is what happened."
Dreams (By Steph)
Dreams .........
hold on to your dreams...
no matter what they are, hold on to your dreams........even from afar...
Hold on to your dreams that are so special and dear....
hold on to your dreams they will become clear ......
hold on to you're dreams they are shinning bright....
hold on to your dreams,through the darkness there will be light......
Hold on to your dreams..........
The Place (By Steph)
They locked me up in that place,
Where I thought everyone was insane,
They put me on tablets, and electrocuted my brain.
As time went by I realised that it was,
The patients who were sane.
We laughed and cried, as we were escorted,
Through the gates to the “shop”.
It didn’t mean a lot at the time,
But it was that half hour of freedom that we grasped.
It was special, we ended up back on the ward,
It was so gloomy and I was so bored.
Watching ill people with time on their hands,
Not knowing who they were,
We didn’t understand,
Just keep taking the pills,
To find that promised land.
Some cut themselves, to get relief,
From the misery and the grief.
I was one, who did the same,
But without any gain.
I know I have to break free,
From this torment and insanity.
I didn’t ask to be here.
Just to get back to life,
Where it should be,
Crystal and clear.
I never meant to do wrong,
This is one place, I do not ever want to belong,
Save me, save the patients,
Who have been stripped of their sanity,
And give us all back our dignity.
Rust (by Dazz) montage
