Category: Exploring Creativity

Inspired by REM’s Losing My Religion. Re-imagined in what I think Tom Waits might have done, had he wrote this as a blues song. (Verse 1) In the quiet of the moonlight, where shadows dance on my soul, A folk tale unfolds, a story untold, a melody taking control. A journey through the heartache, a … Continue reading Walking Through My Theologies – Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards

Inspired by ZZ Top’s La Grange. Re-imagined in what I think it might sound as a jazz song. (Verse 1) In the heart of the city where the barflies dream, A jazz club's buzzing with a rhythmic gleam. The streets are alive with a soulful exchange, In the spirit of a pleasure house, we rearrange. … Continue reading Jazz on the Range – Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards

Inspired by The Travelling Wilburys’ Tweeter and the Monkey Man. Re-imagined in what I think ZZ Top might have done, had he wrote this song. (Verse 1) Well, down in Texas, where the blues winds blow, There's a tale 'bout Tweeter, and the Monkey man we know. In a dusty town, where the guitars moan, … Continue reading Texas Tweeter – Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards

Inspired by The Police’s Synchronicity. Re-imagined in what I think it might sound as a folk song. (Verse 1) In the tapestry of time, where threads entwine, A dance of fate and chance, in the grand design. Whispers of synchronicity, echoing through the night, A cosmic ballet, weaving shadows into light. (Chorus) The rhythm of … Continue reading Synchronicities – Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards

Inspired by Sting’s Dead Man’s Boots. Re-imagined in what I think it might sound like as a jazzy Beat Poet’s lullaby. In the dim-lit alleys of the city's heartbeat, I stroll in the rhythm of shadows on the street. Beneath the neon glow, where dreams and despair meet, I find myself, a wanderer, in these … Continue reading The Dead Man’s Boots – Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards

Inspired by Big Head Todd & The Monster’s Bittersweet. Re-imagined in what I think Tom Waits might have done, had he wrote this song. (Verse 1) Well, the night is wearing shadows, like a coat that's worn and old, And the streetlights flicker, casting stories to be told. I'm sittin' on this barstool, with a … Continue reading Bittersweet Blues – Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards

Inspired by William Golding’s Lord of the Flies. Re-imagined in what I think Nick Cave might have done as a punk song. (Verse 1) In the heart of darkness, on an island so wild, A tale unfolds, of a twisted exile, Little boys lost, with no rules to abide, Lord of the Flies, where innocence … Continue reading Punker’s Origin – Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards

Inspired by Miles Davis’ Blue in Green. Re-imagined in what I think it might sound with jazz lyrics (Verse 1) In the twilight of the city lights, Where shadows dance in the pale moon's glow, A melody unfolds, mysterious and bold, A nocturnal tale of highs and lows. (Chorus) Midnight reverie, whispers in the breeze, … Continue reading Midnight Reverie – Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards

Inspired by the Gaza genocide. Re-imagined in what I think Tom Waits might have done, had he wrote this as a political song. (Verse 1) In the smoky depths of a shisha-stained night, Where shadows dance and the oil lights flicker bright, There's a canvas painted in anguish and despair, A haunting masterpiece, a city … Continue reading Midnight Smoke in Gaza – Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards

Inspired by the art of Toulouse Lautrec and the Montmartre art scene of his time. Re-imagined in what I think Tom Waits might have done as a jazz song. (Verse 1) In the smoky haze of Montmartre's embrace, Where the colours of Toulouse Lautrec find their place, A cabaret whispers secrets in the night, As … Continue reading Midnight in Montmartre – Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards