Category: Exploring Creativity

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

Inspired by Hunter S. Thompson’s Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Re-imagined in what I think Nick Cave might have done, had he wrote this as a punk song. (Verse 1) In the neon-soaked desert, where the bats are on the rise, We're riding through the madness, with bloodshot, crazy eyes. Fear and loathing in … Continue reading Hunter’s Pseudo-Rebellion – Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards

Inspired by William S. Burroughs’ Naked Lunch. Re-imagined in what I think it might sound like as a folk song that paints Burroughs and his words as some heroic tale. (Verse 1) In the shadows of the Tangiers moon, Where the Burroughs' words do swoon, A tale unfolds in a twisted dance, Naked Lunch, a … Continue reading Undressed Fancies – Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards

Inspired by Franz Kafka’s Metamorphosis. Re-imagined in what I think it might sound like as a Texas Blues song. (Verse 1) Woke up this morning, feeling strange and bizarre, Like Kafka's Metamorphosis, I turned into something bizarre. A cockroach in my own skin, can't escape this twisted jar, In this existential blues, I'm trapped behind … Continue reading Kafka Blue Meanderings – Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards

Inspired by Allan Ginsberg’s Howl . Re-imagined in what I think Eric Clapton might have done, had he done it as a blues song. (Verse 1) Well, I saw the best minds of my generation, Lost in the smoke of midnight contemplation, Dragging themselves through the streets at dawn, Looking for a connection, a place … Continue reading Midnight Howler – Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards

Inspired by Radar Love by Golden Earring. Re-imagined in what I think it might sound as a Memphis Blues song. (Verse 1) Well, I woke up this mornin', with a lonesome feelin' in my soul, My baby's gone, left me all alone, and I'm stuck in this heartache hole. Got the blues like a midnight … Continue reading Radar Love Blues- Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards

Inspired by Hey Jude by The Beatles. Re-imagined in what I think BB King might have done, had he wrote this song. (Verse 1) Let me tell you 'bout a story, a bluesy tale, Where the heartache lingers and the wind wails. A man named Wren, his soul torn apart, Strummin' on his guitar, playin' … Continue reading Wren’s Blues – Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards

Inspired by Road to Nowhere by The Talking Heads. Re-imagined in what I think it might sound like done as a folk or Beat poet song. (Verse 1) Well, I woke up this mornin', feelin' lost and alone, Headin' down that highway, ain't got no place to call home. Got the Talking Heads playin' in … Continue reading Midpoint Nowhere Song – Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards

Inspired by The Talking Heads’ Psycho Killer. Re-imagined in what I think it might sound like as a Chicago Blues song. (Verse 1) Well, I was walking down the backstreets, midnight on my mind, Caught a glimpse of a shadow, a twisted paradigm, The city's heartbeat thumping, a rhythm out of sync, A psycho blues … Continue reading Psychotic Blues Maniac- Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards