THE WINDOW TO MY SOUL: THE “ALTERNATIVE” SPRING TOUR 2020

From April 23rd to May 28th as my response to cancelling exhibitions and live events I created  a 37 day online Tour sharing the art, music, book readings and conversations with some very special guests (Rosie Millard OBE, Georgia Train, Lisa Smith, Danielle Mustarde, Griselda Cann Mussett, Dr Naomi Paxton) from my triple whammy album, memoir and exhibition-The Window to My Soul.

I learnt how to make videos, mini film sets, manage some massive technology challenges and talk to camera!  The idea I had had that I would just share the odd piece of music or picture turned into a huge undertaking. I am immensely grateful to everyone who contributed their time and talents, all of whom did so voluntarily. It was a blast. Do please check them out via my You Tube Channel and all social media pages.

The Window to My Soul: The Exhibition - Creek Creative

The Window to My Soul:The Exhibition and Live at Creek Creative, Faversham. The first show of three in this exhibition tour. The Omnibus Theatre, London and Brighton Fringe to come. See Events. 


The Window to My Soul - The album and book tour Oct and Nov 2019

The Window to My Soul - Live

The live music and “creative”” readings tour! September and October 2019

The Window To My Soul - Song Notes

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SECOND TIME AROUND

(Book Link: Travel. The Marrakesh Express.)

This song started life on a sunny terrace in Essaouira, Morocco. The original 'musical doodle' has the sound of seagullls and the waves crashing against the shore in the background. This is not about returning to an old relationship, but about returning to a holiday destination. The only time we had ever done that. The first time had been to Essaouira when we had been plagued with problems, hence the reference to things having made us blue. But like old news you will often see something different every time you read it or see it. The place held such a magical charm for us that we were not to be put off. We have gone back there several times since. The feel of the song was inspired by Melody Gardot, whose early work I was listening to a lot at the time.

THESE BOOTS ARE MADE FOR WALKING

(Book link: A Handful of Passions. Shoes)

One of two covers on the album, this was one of the first songs I sung once I had finally allowed myself to start singing in public at my 50th birthday party. Indeed I recorded it in its original Nancy Sinatra style, along with two other covers for an EP that we sold for Comic Relief at that party. Although I love that original version I came up with a slightly more rocky vibe for this, to put my own stamp on it.

STRANGE PEOPLE

(Book link: Religious Connections)

The first few lines of this song (lyrics and melody) were written on a holiday in Tenerife. An all inclusive package. An unusual choice for us. I was lying on a sunbed surrounded by people. It felt very surreal having all of these people thrown together in this very communal environment and something that felt quite alien to me. Finding no more inspiration I shelved the idea.

I then returned to it when I was spending several weeks in Cadiz in January/February 2018 and where many ideas were sparked for this album and the book. I was thinking about my religious connections section of the book. I spent time sitting drinking coffee and people watching near the Central Market. I visited the Roman amphitheatre there and read about the history of it and how the rich and poor were segregated at events. I sat quietly in various oratories across the city and started to wonder and research about the connections between religion and theatre. All of that got me to also thinking how similar both of those things are to football. The passion, the fervour, the holy grail and theatres of dreams. A collected mass of people from different backgrounds, sometimes seperated by those diferences, sometimes not but thrown together - a complex web of different and in so many ways, strange and estranged people.

WHY

(Book link: Relationships)

This song was inspired by the Godfather of Soul, James Brown.

It is loosely connected to the section about relationships in my book. The questions asked "Why don't you ever ask, Why don't you understand?" initiated by the exploration into family relationships. It really freewheeled from there. I wanted to keep it very simple and not overthink either the words or the music. It could of course apply to every form of relationship.

THE WINDOW TO YOUR SOUL

(Book link: Travel. Spanish Odyesses.)

Written in Cadiz in January/February 2018. Sitting in an artist's studio perched on the top of a building overlooking rooftops with washing flapping in the breeze, looking out towards the cathedral, listening to the sounds of the old city below me, the stunning pink sunset sweeping over the whole scene. The beautiful little wooden shack of a studio had doors that wouldn't open fully, so you felt like you were peeping through one side of them. The sun would create wonderful shadows on the walls inside, creating the most magical reflections.

I had always had a line "your smile doesn't reach your eyes" in my back catalogue of song ideas and was keen to fit that in somewhere. Eyes being the window to someone's soul was also a concept that had cropped up for me several times and so I let my mind wander and my imagination go. This song is the result.

I have always liked the idea of writing an anthem and having come up with something slightly wistful and haunting for the intro, the melody for the body of the song then took a more strident turn.

BEAUTY OF YOUTH 

(Book links: Jobs/A Handful of Passions. Prejudice.)

My club track. A song about prejudice.

This is a song that is a rally cry for older people, older women. It is also empathetic towards young people. Creating opportunities for them. I am all for that but please do not neglect the older ones. Older people have so much to offer and in this day and age where we are living longer and seeking out new lifestyles and careers later on in life, attention needs to be paid to those people in equal measure. Do not write people off once they hit middle age or beyond.

I was young once. And I can understand what goes on for many young people. The challenges they face. I was reminded initially when starting to write this song of Cat Stevens' 'Father and Son'. This song has a similar message but also one of asking that belief is put in older people too.

TO PUT THINGS IN PERSPECTIVE

(Book link: Music.)

This is slightly hypothetical. And also not related directly to any one section of the book, but inspired by thoughts and feelings about people who hurt you or who are not healthy to be around. This may be family, friends or more personal relationships. It is about seeing things clearly, taking action and what happens when you stop allowing those people to hurt you. If you can do that, life takes on a whole new meaning. It is happier.

MELANCHOLIA

(Book link: Health)

Throughout my life, I've had a predisposition to melancholia or phases of reactive depression. Generally brought about by circumstances which at times have included very poor health. This is a song about that.

I wanted to express my desire to be rid of these feelings and this state when it comes and when I started writing the song, I added a somewhat spiritual melody and sound. But that in itself felt quite depressing, so I launched into a Bridge with positivity, which I like to think as my natural state, with both words and a tune to make the song one about hope.

The line about 'little miss smiles' and around which the Bridge was formed, was inspired after watching the film 'Little Miss Sunshine' which is a really joyful film. The words that started forming for this section were the most fundamental to our happiness and I was tempted to look for ones that were more sophisticated and involved but then stopped myself. At the end of the day I had to say what it was I really felt and meant. Those things were very straightforward and not complicated at all.

I JUST DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF

(Book link: A Handful of Passions. People.)

Made famous by Ms Springfield herself and penned by the great Burt Bacharach and Hal David.

A lifelong and passionate fan of Dusty, her music and her persona, it felt appropriate to include one of her songs. I have generally avoided covering Dusty songs. When I have sung any, I have been far from satisfied with the outcome.

Because of that I didn't set out to have a Dusty cover on this album. But I found myself after a long drive up north, lying on some grass trying to find some shade in the heatwave of 2018, feeling stressed and very miserable. I was tired, not happy with where I had arrived and would be staying for a few days, deliberating back and forth about going to see my mum in her care home that day, feeling wounded by recent and current familial circumstances. I had been listening to the radio driving up and a Dusty song had been played. Whilst lying on the grass I started humming and then almost whispering I Just Don't Know. It wasn't the song I'd heard. I guess it just matched how I was feeling. In addition to forgetting most of the lyrics, for some reason I was singing it in a slightly swingy way.

I shared it with Georgia a few days later and we agreed that it must be one of the ten songs for this album and that I needed to try and replicate as closely as I could, the way I had sung it that afternoon when I was feeling so vulnerable and slightly bereft.

MOVING ON

(Book link: Home. Kent.)

The subject of home is a big one for all of us and I have written a lot about it for the book. I wrote this whilst I was away for a few days. I had tried to start a song about 'home' several times before and whilst I had some ideas for words and some thoughts about other songs that I wanted to reference, I couldn't find enough inspiration to be happy to really get going with it.

This song just came about by playing. I started playing around with a musical doodle. A little like a writing exercise where you just start writing and keep going for five minutes, regardless of what is appearing on the page. A sort of word play. The lyrics are very limited here but they roll around, weave in and out and repeat themselves and I quite liked that concept.

Sometimes you think you want to stay somewhere for longer and then the next morning comes; the day to leave and somehow you feel ready. It's great to be away but it's good to go home.

It is just a very simple song about being away and going home and how right that can feel.

The Window To My Soul - Launch Night

BBC Radio Kent and "WHITLIT"

The Window To My Soul - Book Completion

The Window To My Soul - Photoshoot

The Window To My Soul - Recording and Mastering

Beauty of Youth - Lyrics

Chorus:

Beauty of youth, glistening and glowing,
So much to prove-ego’s overflowing,
Beauty of youth, perceived perfection,
Frightened the truth will mean rejection.

Verse 1:

We all have doubts,
We all have fears,
Whatever our age,
Whatever our years.
How do I look?
How do I feel?
How do I think?
How do I deal?

Chorus:

Beauty of youth, glistening and glowing,
So much to prove-ego’s overflowing,
Beauty of youth, perceived perfection,
Frightened the truth will mean rejection.

Verse 2:

You’re not unique,
You’re not the first,
You think I’m old,
I’m well rehearsed,
Listen to me,
I know the verse,
I wrote the songs,
The chorus - cursed!

Bridge:

Listen up there people and society,
Can I please suggest that you invest in me.
It’s not just about the next generation,
You got to wise up to the situation.

Chorus:

Beauty of Youth, glistening and glowing,
So much to prove-ego’s overflowing,
Beauty of Youth, perceived perfection,
Frightened the truth will mean rejection.

I Just Don’t Know What To Do With Myself - Lyrics

1:

I just don't know what to do with myself
Don't know just what to do with myself
I'm so used to doing everything with you
Planning everything for two
And now that we're through

2:

I just don't know what to do with my time
I'm so lonesome for you it's a crime
Going to a movie only makes me sad
Parties make me feel as bad
When I'm not with you
I just don't know what to do

CH:

Like a summer rose
It needs the sun and rain
Oh, I need your sweet love
To beat all the pain

3:

I just don't know what to do with myself
I just don't know what to do with myself
Baby, if your new love ever turns you down
Come back, I will be around
Just waiting for you
I don't know what else to do

CH:

Like a summer rose
It needs the sun and rain
Oh, I need your sweet love
To beat all the pain

Refrain:

I don't know just what to do with myself
Don’t know just what to do with myself
I’m so used to doing everything with you,

Planning everything for two
And now that we’re through
I just don’t know what to do.

Bacharach and David

Melancholia - Lyrics

CH:

Melancholia
Why don’t you go home now
I’m feeling alone now
Having you here.
Melancholia,
Why don’t you go home now,
I’m feeling (so) low now,
Having you near.

1:

Take this sadness, take this sorrow
Take these worries far away
Take these blues that fill my soul dear
Take my troubles now I pray.

CH:

Melancholia
Why don’t you go home now
I’m feeling alone now
Having you here.
Melancholia,
Who don’t you go home now,
I’m feeling low now,
Having you near.

2:

Take this sadness, take this sorrow
Take these worries far away
Take these blues that fill my soul dear
Take these troubles now go I pray.

CH:

Melancholia
Why don’t you go home now
I’m feeling alone now
Having you here.
Melancholia,
Who don’t you go home now,
I’m feeling so low now,
Having you near.

BRIDGE:

I’m gonna have freedom
I’m gonna have laughter
I’m gonna have days full of cheer.

I’m gonna have peace
I’m gonna have joy
I’m gonna have life without fear

I’m gonna have love
I’m gonna have fun
I’m gonna have times I play like a child

I’m gonna walk hand in hand with happiness
Gonna be me
Be little miss smiles.

I’m gonna walk hand in hand with happiness
Gonna be me
Be little miss smiles



Moving On - Lyrics

1:

Like a runaway train I go moving on
Like a runaway train I’m telling you so long
Well I’m going home
Going home where I belong
Cos a runaway train knows where to roll.

2:

Like a runaway train it goes moving on
Like a runaway train yes
I’m going strong
I’m a runaway train rollin on and on
And I’m moving on, going home, going home.

CH:

Like a runaway train when the morning comes
Like a runaway train then I’ll be gone
And I’m going home
Yeah I’m going home
I’m not a runaway train anymore rollin on.
Cos I’m coming home
I know, moving on.
I’m coming home, coming home
Real soon.

GUITAR SOLO

Verse 1

Like a runaway train I go moving on
Like a runaway train I’m telling you so long
Well I’m going home
Going home where I belong
And a runaway train knows where to roll.

Verse 2

Like a runaway train it goes moving on
Like a runaway train yes I’m going strong
I’m a runaway train rollin on and on
And I’m moving on, going home, going home.

Second Time Around - Lyrics

1:

Can you ever return
To the things that you once knew.
Can you ever return
To things that once made you blue
Can you ever return
To something familiar but pure,
Can you ever return
To something exciting but sure.

Pre-Ch:

Like a page of old news
But this time with but different views
Going back for more of the same
But a different game

Ch:

Oh the second time around,
Better in every way.
Oh the second time around
Oh the second time around,
Oh the second time around, I’m here to stay.

2:

Can you ever return
They say no you can’t go back
Can you ever return
They say don’t retrace your tracks
Can you ever return
They don’t know how beautiful it be,
Can you ever return
They don’t know how good you are for me.

Pre-Ch:

Like a page of old news
But this time with but different views
Going back for more of the same
But a different game

Ch:

Oh the second time around,
Better in every way.
Oh the second time around
Oh the second time around,
Oh the second time around, I’m here to stay

Strange People - Lyrics

CH:

Strange people,
Buzzing round like birds.
Strange people,
Not waiting to be heard.

1:

Sitting round like they been blessed,
Got a whole lot of things they could confess.
Stepping out in Sunday best,
Or creeping round and about like they obsessed.
Café society,
No place for likes of you you see.
Outcast-that maybe
But to me you be extraordinary.

CH:

What a lot of strange people,
Buzzing round like birds,
What a lot of strange people,
Not waiting to be heard.

2:

Struttin’ round-puffed up chest,
Looking up, down on the dispossessed.
Decked out-theatrical dress,
Who’s to say which of you will most impress.
Half baked Liberty.
Invisibility.
No sign of prosperity,
But to me you be extraordinary.

BRIDGE:

There be lovers, loners, the slaves and the free.
There be haves and have nots in the theatre of dreams.
There be charmers, cheaters, plain and pretty.
There be jesters, jokers in the theatre of dreams.

CH:

Strange people,
Buzzing round like birds,
Strange people,
Not waiting to be heard.

The Window to Your Soul - Lyrics

Woah woah hey, hey hey, woah whoah woah woah
Woah woah woah oh woah woah woah oh oh.

Verse 1

Clouds sit still in the purple sky,
Above the rooftops-so high.
Birds sweep and soar
As the sun goes down,
Through the doorway I catch your eye.

Verse 2

Sounds of the traffic far below,
I hear wine hit glass-full flow.
Children stop games
As the sun goes down,
From afar seeds of love are sewn.

Chorus

Your eyes are the window,
Your eyes are the window,
Your eyes are the window to your soul.
Your eyes are the window to your soul.
I watch and wonder,
Why your smile hasn’t reached them.
Your eyes are the window to your soul.
I watch and wonder,
What really lies beneath them.

Verse 3

Shadows throw patterns on the wall,
Pirouetting back and forth.
Silhouettes of heads,
As the sun goes down
You are gone-were you ever there at all.

Chorus

Your eyes are the window,
Your eyes are the window,
Your eyes are the window to your soul.

Your eyes are the window to your soul.
I watch and wonder,
Why your smile hasn’t reached them.
Your eyes are the window to your soul.
I watch and wonder,
What really lies beneath them.

Woah hey, hey hey, woah whoah woah woah
Woah woah woah oh woah woah woah oh oh.

Refrain

Your eyes are the window,
Your eyes are the window,
Your eyes are the window to your soul.
Your eyes are the window,
Your eyes are the window,
Your eyes are the window to your soul.
Your eyes are the window,
Your eyes are the window,
Your eyes are the window to your soul.
Your eyes are the window,
Your eyes are the window,
Your eyes are the window to your soul

The lyrics are like silk, they weave comfortably throughout the album and the energy they direct is one of gratification, of the longing being released and moved. It is the satisfaction that all those who believe that the time will eventually come when their voice is heard and it revels in its happy state of glory.
— Ian Hall. Liverpool Sound and Vision

These Boots Are Made For Walking - Lyrics

1:

You keep saying you got something for me
Something you call love but confess
You been a'messin' where you shouldn't 've been a'messin'
And now someone else is getting all your best
These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you

2:

You keep lyin' when you oughta be truthin'
You keep losing when you oughta not bet
You keep samin' when you oughta be a'changin'
Now what’s right is right but you ain't been right yet
These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you

3:

You keep playing where you shouldn't be playing
And you keep thinking that you'll never get burned (Hah)
Well, I just found me a brand new box of matches (Yeah)
And what he knows you ain't had time to learn
These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you

Outro:

Oh are you ready, boots?
Start walkin
Are you ready boots?
Start walkin
Are you ready boots?
Start walking.

Lee Hazlewood

To Put Things in Perspective - Lyrics

Verse 1:

To put things in perspective
It’s curious to observe
That since you disappeared
I’ve rediscovered my nerve.

Verse 2:

It’s interesting to note
That since you went away
I’ve reinvented my whole life
In ways I couldn’t say.

Chorus:

Wo woah wo wo wo
Wo woah wo
Wo woah wo wo wo
Wo woah wo.

Verse 3:

Regained my sense of humour
See the wood-see the trees
Don’t care what’s round the corner
Content to shoot the breeze.

Chorus:

Wo woah wo wo wo
Wo woah wo
Wo woah wo wo wo
Wo woah wo.

Verse 4:

My worlds one big adventure
Such joy without you here
Exciting happy place
It’s all perfectly clear.

Bridge:

Do you believe in love,
You just can’t take it.
Do you believe in love,
You have to make it.

Chorus:

Wo woah wo wo wo
Wo woah wo
Wo woah wo wo wo
Wo woah wo.

Verse 5:

So take your cheating ways
You’re so yesterdays news
I’ve won, I’m free forever-
Until the day I lose.

Chorus:

Wo woah wo wo wo
Wo woah wo
Wo woah wo wo wo
Wo woah wo.

Bridge:

Do you believe in love,
You just can’t take it.
Do you believe in love,
You have to make it.

Chorus:

Wo woah wo wo wo
Wo woah wo
Wo woah wo wo wo
Wo woah wo.

Outro:

To put things in perspective,
To put things in perspective.
To put things in perspective,
To put things in perspective

Why - Lyrics

Verse 1

Have faith in me why don’t you
Be patient with me won’t you
Just need to have you help me
Give me hope and have you love me
Don’t push me til you know
I cannot let you go.

Chorus

Why don’t you ever ask
Why don’t you understand
Why don’t you ever ask
Why don’t you understand

Let me know that you believe me
Let me know you want to please me
Please tell me that you love me
Oh tell me that you love me.

Sax solo.

Verse 2

Stay true to me why don’t youBe honest with me won’t you
Just want to have you hold me
Take me in your arms and love me
Stay with me let it show
I got to have you so.

Bridge.

Why don’t you......
Why don’t you......
Why don’t you.....
Why don’t you.....
Why don’t you...
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Chorus

Why don’t you ever ask
Why don’t you understand
Why don’t you ever ask
Why don’t you understand

Let me know that you believe me
Let me know you want to please me
Please tell me that you love me
Oh tell me that you love me.

Bridge.

Why don’t you......
Why don’t you......
Why don’t you.....
Why don’t you.....
Why don’t you...
Why don’t you...
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