Inspired by The Beatles’ Let it Be. Reimagined what is might sound like as if done by Keith Richards. Whisper through the neon glow, let the broken streetlight hum, In the shadows of the alley, where the weary winos strum. When troubles gather 'round like stray dogs in the rain, Just find a rusty piano … Continue reading So It Goes- Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards
Souls Ascend – Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards
Inspired by The Icicle Works’ Birds Fly. Reimagined what it might sound like as if being done by Tom Waits. In the dim-lit kingdom where the shadows dance, Where the neon flickers, and the street lamps prance, Feathered souls ascend in the night's dark scheme, In the alley's hush, from a whisper to a scream. … Continue reading Souls Ascend – Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards
The Price- Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards
Inspired by The Skydiggers’ A Penny More. Re-imagined in what I think Bob Dylan might have done, had he wrote this song. (Verse 1) Down a midnight alley, where shadows dance, Beneath the neon glow, of a broken romance. A penny for your sorrows, tossed in the gutter, Where the streetlight hums, like a worn-out … Continue reading The Price- Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards
Mississippi Whispering- Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards
Inspired by The Tragically Hip’s New Orleans is Sinking. Re-imagined in what I think Tom Waits might have done, had he wrote this song. In the Crescent City, The Mississippi whispers incessant secrets, and The neon signs flicker like fireflies in a foggy bayou night, Trouble's bubbling up like molasses in a slow-cooked gumbo. The … Continue reading Mississippi Whispering- Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards
Moonlit Harvest- Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards
Inspired by Neil Young’s Harvest Moon. Re-imagined in what I think Robert Johnson might have done, had he wrote this as a traditional blues song. Gather 'round the lunar bounty, soak in the twilight's rusty glow, Listen to the reaper's waltz a crooning, and watch scarecrow's shadow grow. In this moonlit, dusty ballad, where the … Continue reading Moonlit Harvest- Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards
The Burning – Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards
Inspired by Midnight Oil’s “Beds are burning”. Reimagined as a punk anthem using Leonard Cohen word-style. (Verse 1) The sands of time, they're slipping fast, Injustice reigns, shadows cast. Our mother weeps, her wounds bleed deep, Yet silence reigns, as we sleep. (Chorus) Lands are burning, the flames ignite, In the dark, we'll rise and … Continue reading The Burning – Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards
This May be The End – Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards
Inspired by The End by The Doors. Re-imagined in what I think Tom Waits might have done, had he wrote this song. We've come to the final act, The fat lady has sung The last curtain was called, The end of the line. The road's run out, and We're stuck here at the edge of … Continue reading This May be The End – Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards
Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards: 57 Songs from the roads taken in my imagination
For decades, I’ve loved cover versions of songs, especially those that deviate from the originals in style and interpretation: jazz versions of hard rock songs, blues versions of alternative or pop songs, and literary works interpreted as lyrics. Along with the sheer laughter brought on by misheard lyrics, I’ve thoroughly enjoyed how we each perceive … Continue reading Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards: 57 Songs from the roads taken in my imagination
Mosaic – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
In Montreal, the streets are paved with poetry. The air is thick with the sweet scent of maple syrup and the sound of languages intermingling like a symphony. To see this city's cultural mosaic, one must walk the streets with eyes wide open. The old architecture, steeped in history, tells the stories of a city … Continue reading Mosaic – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
Prohibition – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
in the roaring twenties of old Montreal, amidst the glitz and glamour of the city, prohibition was but a mere suggestion, a whispered rumour, a hushed secret. The streets were alive with the sound of jazz, the rhythms of the underground clubs, where bootleggers peddled their forbidden wares, and the bold and daring flouted the … Continue reading Prohibition – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
The New Renaissance Mindset 