Welcome to the place

       where words can be found

  where words drive the pace

 and words push the sound

FranKlin

D.         

   Zodiac

Franklin D. Zodiac

he was anything but cute

just a scaly-green body in

a worn-out spaceman suit . . .

Spotlight

Look at slim-bored Maisy

She’s rock’n’roll crazy

Rules the dance floor

like a fired-up troll

I say why not, she’s got a lot

Got the music

deep down in her soul . . .

Featuring:

Gravity

Grit

On The

Yellow

Brick Road

On the train to downtown

just another day

Sit at a computer

and rot my life away . . .

cancer

in the universe

We spent five days

in the back of a truck

arrived in your land

shit outta luck

We’d nowhere to sleep, nowhere to wash

but we stayed out of sight, made it across . . .

Beckett

and Goya the Two Halves of Danger

The dogs from the desert

have come round my house

as I dance with Lolita

in her low-cut blouse . . .

poor

men

bleed

I looked in the river

watched the still water run

saw a kid with a knife

or was it a gun? . . .

A song gets built
much like bricks in a wall
Progress the chords
words fall where they fall
Comes like a fever
in the dead of the night
Drags you from sleep

and begs you to write
Rhythm and words
the raw steel of life
Iron and carbon
make a powerful knife