Category: Music

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

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