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A random selection<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Greetings To Love (You Took Your Time)<\/strong>
Neil Gowans<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I travelled round the world, I thought it might be interesting
I was in a movie, had a walk on part
Climbed the Himalayas \u2018cause I thought it might be fun
But it wasn\u2019t as good as when I won your heart
The cracks on the ceiling and the lino floor
Used to get me down but I don\u2019t notice any more<\/em>

So goodbye loneliness, I\u2019m showing you the door
I want no part in your pantomime
So long misery, you\u2019re welcome here no more
Greetings to love, you took your time<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The key to Paradise was proving hard to find
More elusive than the Holy Grail or pigs that want to fly
Searching for perfection is an errand fit for fools
But I\u2019m a lovesick clown so I\u2019m prepared to try
I\u2019ve got something special and I\u2019m gathering the spoils
My heart\u2019s been getting warmer and now I\u2019ll bring it to the boil<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

So….<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Overnight Success
<\/strong>Neil Gowans<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

It\u2019s the stone cold light of day
And I don\u2019t like where I stand
My head is way up in the clouds
My feet are sinking in the sand<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Every avenue I\u2019ve ever tried
Each dead end street I\u2019ve wandered down
I always seem to be unsatisfied
I\u2019m paying rent in Lonesome Town<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I want the things that I can see
There\u2019s no silver spoon to set me free
What I want \u2013 I can\u2019t always get
Not till I\u2019m a rich man
I\u2019m not a rich man yet<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019ve been hunting high and low
I\u2019ve been searching far and wide
To find the place I want to go
I\u2019m swimming hard against the tide<\/em>

They say that life is what you make it
I\u2019m trying not to make a mess
Maybe after all this time
I\u2019ll be an overnight success<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Problem Is Mine<\/em><\/strong>
Neil Gowans<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

When I say I\u2019m offended, I guess I\u2019m only aggrieved
That somebody said something, and I didn\u2019t agree
When I say that I\u2019m angry, I guess I\u2019m only annoyed
At this impotent fury, shouting into the void<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

There\u2019s too much information
Buzzing all round my head
Everything that\u2019s been written
Everything that\u2019s been said
You know that most of it\u2019s nonsense
Really not worth our time
But I guess that\u2019s the problem
And the problem is mine<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

You know I\u2019ve got an opinion, have you heard about those?
And I think it\u2019s important, that everyone knows
What it is that I\u2019m thinking, what it is that I feel
I\u2019ve been on television so you know that I\u2019m real<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

So what\u2019s a man supposed to do?
With controversy heaving into view
Write another blogpost filled with ill-considered pub talk spilled
For all the world pretending that it\u2019s true<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Well I\u2019ve got an opinion, and I wanted to share
Cos you know it\u2019s important to tell the world that I care
So I signal my virtue, why don\u2019t you signal yours?
With the click of a button, this rebel\u2019s got cause<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tongue Tied<\/em><\/strong>
Neil Gowans<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I don\u2019t know if I\u2019ve said enough or if I\u2019ve said too much
Maybe I\u2019d be fluent if we both spoke double Dutch
I\u2019m kind of out of practise and I think I\u2019ve lost my nerve
When it comes to protestations \u2018bout this crazy thing called love<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I don\u2019t know if it\u2019s catching but I find I\u2019ve been struck dumb
When there are things I want to say my vocal chords go numb
My heart starts palpitating and I find it hard to think.
I want to say I love you but I have another drink<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

So by way of explanation there\u2019re some things I\u2019d like to say
I love you like a lunatic and I love you more each day
If my articulation leaves some things to be desired
Babe, I might be tongue tied but the rest of me\u2019s inspired<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I may not be Bill Shakespeare, Robbie Burns or Johnny Keats
It doesn\u2019t mean the love I feel is any less complete
If I had the wherewithal, I\u2019d beg upon my knees
It\u2019s more than love it\u2019s madness, it\u2019s the oxygen I breathe<\/em>

So let\u2019s hear it\u2026, for the tongue tied<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

It Couldn’t Happen Here<\/em><\/strong>
Neil Gowans<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I don\u2019t suppose the years have been too kind 
It feels as though you\u2019ve been neglected 
You think your dreams have long since died 
No chance to see them resurrected <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

No armchair revolution came to <\/strong>pass 
Another night spent crying into your beer
It\u2019s crazy but it\u2019s true  
Those bad dreams have all come true 
I was told it couldn\u2019t happen here <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

You might think you\u2019re standing on your own 
Feeling like you\u2019re just a one man band 
You\u2019d be surprised who\u2019s standing by your side 
When you think it\u2019s time to take a stand <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

They said it couldn\u2019t happen here 
I hope it\u2019s not too late to realise 
That it would be a sin 
To make the same mistake again 
It\u2019s time to open up our eyes <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

They said it couldn\u2019t happen here 
I think that we\u2019ve been badly misinformed 
I\u2019m surrounded by the sound 
Of egotists and clowns 
Is it too late to shut that stable door? <\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Don\u2019t let the bastards grind you down\u2026.<\/em>. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I Don’t Want To<\/em><\/strong>
Neil Gowans<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I can\u2019t understand the way you feel tonight
The way you turn your back when I turn out the light
Now I\u2019ve got my wine and I can drink and think of you
Alcoholics don\u2019t know when but I know when to stop
I just don\u2019t want to<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

When we first met, I thought that I had reached the Promised Land
I got fat and you got bored and things got out of hand
Still, I\u2019d like to try again but you just ask me why
Can\u2019t you admit defeat and let that loving die<\/em>?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I just don\u2019t want to let you break my heart
Why take something beautiful and let it fall apart?
But I don\u2019t want to bid this thing goodbye
Give me the chance and I\u2019ll give you a hundred reasons why
I just don\u2019t want to<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

If pain were gold, then I\u2019d be rich, I\u2019d have the Midas touch
But nothing I could ever buy could ever mean as much
As the love you gave, the love you stole,, the love you bade goodbye
Maybe I should walk away and watch that loving die<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

If I could have loved you more, I wish you\u2019d tell me now
If I could have loved you more, I wish you\u2018d tell me how?
Gladly I\u2019d go round the world, just tell me what to do
The best advice that you can give is try forgetting yo<\/em>u<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Leaving Once Again
<\/em><\/strong>Neil Gowans<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

My heart\u2019s just like an open book
It\u2019s been well thumbed, that\u2019s understood
My story\u2019s not exactly new
You say our love will last,
I think I heard that in the past
When someone broke my heart she said that too<\/em>

Every day I write the book
Maybe take a second look
I\u2019ve been taking notes for all these years
And even though the words are mine
Maybe after all this time
I should be tearing out the pages stained with tears<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I’m not scared of loving you<\/strong>
I\u2019m scared of loving leaving once again<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

It doesn\u2019t matter what you say
I can\u2019t believe it anyway
You know I\u2019d love to if I could?
But breaking up is always hard
Can\u2019t you tell that I\u2019ve been scarred
Can\u2019t you see that I\u2019m just damaged goods?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The King of Fools<\/em><\/strong>
Neil Gowans<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tried counting sheep last night
It seems I lost my thread
So I tried a different tack
Starting counting steps instead
By the time I was halfway up
I’d already lost my way
Too busy thinking about you
The things that I might say<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

We let our problems
Spoil a perfect view
Now the only thing in my way
That’s spoiling things is you
I’d tell you black was white
Say what’s right is wrong
Can’t stand when you’re next to me
Can’t stand it now you’re gone<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Am I the King of Fools?
I’ve got the crawling blues
No good at playing hard to get
I’m good at playing hard to lose
You treat me so badly
Still I apologise
Pride has never been my strongest point
So what’s a few white lies?<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

9.45 on a Sunday morning
I’ve got bugs crawling over the bed
There’s an ashtray overflowing and
A war going on in my head
It seems I misbehaved
Again last night
These days it’s the only thing
I can ever get right<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bow Down<\/em><\/strong>
Neil Gowans<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Led astray by charlatans and all the flags surrendered
Meanwhile all your human rights have all but been surrendered
I hope that those responsible will always be remembered
Though they lack the decency to ever feel their shame
Rich in filthy lucre but to the core\u00a0they\u2019re\u00a0rotten\u00a0
And\u00a0every\u00a0gain\u00a0they ever have\u00a0has always been ill-gotten\u00a0
Bring out the poor, the marginal, the different and forgotten
I guess you\u00a0know that\u00a0they\u2019re\u00a0the ones you\u00a0really need\u00a0to blame\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bow down to your masters
Do what they tell you to do
It really doesn’t matter if they’re right or wrong
And if you’re lucky,
They might not come for you<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Our fourth estate\u00a0has given up and left us on our own\u00a0
Allowing\u00a0tired old grifters set the toxic tone\u00a0
Bow down to the one percent with hearts\u00a0made out of\u00a0stone\u00a0
And save your wrath for\u00a0anyone\u00a0who\u00a0doesn\u2019t\u00a0look the same\u00a0
Listen to the\u00a0oligarchs,\u00a0the greedy and the\u00a0thieves\u00a0
Who\u00a0can\u2019t\u00a0pay proper taxes or else\u00a0they\u2019d\u00a0have to leave\u00a0
Us with the\u00a0dispossessed the broken, the people most in need\u00a0\u00a0
I guess you\u00a0know that\u00a0they\u2019re\u00a0the ones you really need to blame<\/em>\u00a0

You can pledge allegiance\u00a0to the man who would be king\u00a0
Join\u00a0the\u00a0wanker chorus line to help his praises sing\u00a0
While looking down on everyone who hasn’t\u00a0got a thing\u00a0
Since\u00a0they\u2019re\u00a0the ones that you believe should really feel ashamed\u00a0
Worship\u00a0the entitled,\u00a0who\u00a0take\u00a0what\u00a0isn\u2019t\u00a0theirs\u00a0
While mocking all the bleeding hearts\u00a0who\u00a0try to\u00a0do\u00a0what\u2019s\u00a0fair\u00a0
And\u00a0laugh at anybody who seems dumb enough to care\u00a0\u00a0
I guess you\u00a0know that\u00a0they\u2019re\u00a0the ones you really need to blame\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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