t is characterized by a low-register brass melody, a fast chromatic guitar riff, and mood
surf-style electric guitar (played on a 1939 Clifford Essex Paragon) brass (trumpets, trombones), seven saxophones, and a rhythm section (upright bass, drums, piano a synthesizer
I
Kegal before me
Might then I'll love
You
We as one
Kegal before me
To intise my need
of suckegal
Kegal
Kegal
Your strength
Your wisdom
Kegal
Kegal
Kegal
My need for
Such
The hizzdom
Longful yearning
Your kegaling thrust
A need in your optimism
Kegal me as much
Yeah, that's you
Yeah it's me
Kegal me lady
Take the time for me
__________________________
Kegal Yosef
Kegal Yosef
Kegal me lady
Kegal me all night long
The Vik Flick Remix
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Their ma & pa were Eastenders
Blah blah..don’t remember the Blitz
Brash Cockney pretenders..same flash apparel
Let's get our mitts on a stash of Aperol spritz
Dimwits just going on benders
Bawdy tawdry mockney skits
Gits getting off their t*ts
Twits showing off their bits
Who fits?..Identikit Brits..pout
All about the clout of gaudy glitz
Silhouettes of stiletto dancers & handbags
Riff raff as naff as an 80’s cornetto
Perms & permatans..sl*gs..fancy dans in glad rags
Rhyming slang falsetto twang libretto
Chancers on a stag..s*ag nip & tuck hags
Nags of WAGS made up to the nines
Brag after cocaine lines did blag
One snag..look like a dag in drag
All from the fashion label stable
No restraint.. cannot refrain
Grandstand the brands fable
Diadora diaspora ..Fila Villa
With a Pierre Cardin Jardin
Taint just like they do in Spain
Sex..success…the way you dress
Prosecco fizz...getting in a tizz
Gilded specs and builded pecs
Greed and that need to impress
Avoid don't feed this schadenfreude hell
That is indeed called Costa Del ESSEX
Essex girl Sandie Shaw
bare-footed held the floor
Famed for a Puppet-on-a-string
her win made all England sing
He wished it to be full of sound.
round about the way successful
collaborations are done.
Fun: done: and Right.
Sought of like taking the featured
artist's position and elaborating on it.
People still love rock, urban
contemporary grooves
and soulful bassey pieces.The stigma
around marriage
seems to cause discussion.
Is it good news? The two lovers united:
or one lover and one willingful participant.
Or one eager and one uneagerly: but willing
to be. A new position appointed by the direction
of the evolution in sequence. from
stranger to friend to lover
to fiancce?fiancé: then to wife or husband.
WeIrDO. than non be alienated through such
sequence.
Six saxophones
11 bass instruments
a rhythm section
the motif uses two classic guitars.
A 1939 English Clifford Essex Paragon
and a Bass Alembic Series
He Brazen I'm Kabosh
we are Kings of the Coliseum!
The Grand Inspector sings
and the
Brazen Serpent commands.
The Indirect passing reference.
DIVINE WARRIOR
It certainly is a real English name
And true English, of Angle origin
But some may say, Viking Norse
There are two name components
God and Bear, or Divine Warrior
Like King Arthur’s coat of arms
But more in Essex than his Wessex
Yet 11th century Viking influence
From William’s Norman invasion
Brought prominence to the name
Yet in slightly more modern times
A famous sherry made in Cadiz
A black bull symbol everywhere
And unofficial Spanish emblem
But the name continues strongly
From playwright to laptop maker
Recently extending to Exchequer
A name that has secured its place
And that I am still proud to own
Saturday was shopping then a walk Epping,Ongar,Finchingfield by car
Reading book reviews and chewing stalks
Buttercups and meadows,Henry Moore
Driving back from Chelmsford, cornfields flamed
Smoke and fire and earth, the sun dismayed
Farmers working hard, a harvest, grain
The sky through mist a cobalt blue displayed
Standon with its fords and wandering cows
Little rivers,Essex, flowing down
The Stort joins with the Lea,a gurglimg sound
Water for the Thames and mossy ground
The earth feels like my body sacrificed
The artist’s canvas stretched ,a matri1
Saturday was shopping then a walk Epping,Ongar,Finchingfield by car
Reading book reviews and chewing stalks
Buttercups and meadows,Henry Moore
Driving back from Chelmsford, cornfields flamed
Smoke and fire and earth, the sun dismayed
Farmers working hard, a harvest, grain
The sky through mist a cobalt blue displayed
Standon with its fords and wandering cows
Little rivers,Essex, flowing down
The Stort joins with the Lea,a gurglimg sound
Water for the Thames and mossy ground
The earth feels like my body sacrificed
The artist’s canvas stretched ,a mat
An artist’s canvas stretched , a matricide
Saturday was shopping then a walk
Epping,Ongar,Finchingfield by car
Reading book reviews and chewing stalks
Buttercups and meadows,Henry Moore
Driving back from Chelmsford, cornfields flamed
Smoke and fire and earth, the sun dismayed
Farmers working hard, a harvest, grain
The sky through mist a cobalt blue displayed
Standon with its fords and wandering cows
Little rivers,Essex, flowing down
The Stort joins with the Lea,a gurglimg sound
Water for the Thames and mossy ground
The earth feels like my body sacrificed
An artist’s canvas stretched , a matricide
In a tiny, rustic cabin
In the hills of Tennessee
Is where my weary mother
Bravely gave birth to me.
In a tiny, rustic cabin
In the hills of Tennessee
Is where I patiently waited,
‘Till someone married me.
In a tiny, rustic cabin
In the hills of Tennessee,
Is where we built our life
And raised a family.
In a tiny, rustic cabin
In the hills of Tennessee,
Is where we anxiously waited
For our little grandchild-to-be.
In a tiny, rustic cabin
In the hills of Tennessee,
Is where I’ll spend my days -
Until they bury me.
-Lynn Essex
Rode around Essex with murder in mind
With evil followers from town to town
Matthew Hopkins was the worst of his kind
Hunting for witches that he could take down.
Towns people would say that woman's a witch
She'd then be tortured until she confessed
Then hanged until death and thrown in a ditch
Hopkins got paid saying she was possessed .
People believed his work was of the good
Earned a large fortune from superstition
By ridding' evil 'from the neighbourhood
Claimed witch finding was his holy mission.
Three hundred murdered in his killing spree
Were all tortured and charged with sorcery.
Written 1st August 2019.
Sent from my Windows 10 device
Those in Essex wear makeup like transvestites in Glee,
layered thick in powder layered thick mentally
the county undoubtedly can't count to 3
seek fame all shameless in cheap accessories
with brains stripped to bare necessities
embracing fake to hide insecurities living dumb
but to the west of Essex is the great kingdom
the best called Wessex where wisdom won
and skulls aint numb in a wonderland of fun
drinking cider under the sun.
So life is better when you go out west
oh yes
no contest
this place is blessed,
in the east most a numpty
we're not in the West Country
I traveled from Essex
to the kingdom of Wales
in search of a family tree
And passing a cobbler
I then was reminded
what these shoes really mean to me
I’ve walked and I’ve walked
and I’ve searched and I’ve searched,
for a name more than mine on loan
And through leather worn thin
these sparse clothes that I’m in
will walk to China in search of my own
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
The USS Ticonderoga
In January of ’45
Was engaged off of Formosa
When the kamikazes darkened the skies.
Hit on the flight deck and the island,
One hundred forty four died.
An inferno that day and that hour,
Yet the Ticonderoga survived.
The sixth of the Essex-class carriers,
Launched just the year before,
She and her crew served nobly
Til the end of that long bloody war.
Years later I sailed on the Tico;
Together we sailed on the sea.
We journeyed throughout the Pacific
Til she was decomm’ed in ’73.
Most of her sisters are gone now;
They live on in just memories
Where they continue to sail on,
Sailing on far distant seas.
About my deceased friend Terry.
Will have service for him Thursday
with a wake at Gun Tavern in
Basildon, Essex, England
Pint Will Raise
For Terry a pint will raise
And offer him much praise
Distinguished gentleman has been
Heaven's gates are open again
Where Terry now rests and stays.
Common arena, not necessarily geographic
Ordained by a group of individuals confined in a territory
Meeting and interacting be it coincidental or intentional
Making contacts and creating lots of webs
Understanding and communication between different people
Not necessarily having same interests or ideologies
It could be a place like Essex or the internet, like facebook
The most important is interlinked communication
Yes, just like a garden with herbs, shrubs and exotic plants
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