Some of my songs

Everything’s Backwards In War

(Verse 1)

Peace bells ringing as folk embrace
No more killing, no more hate
War is over after all these long years
No more cause for children’s tears

(Verse 2)
Coffins mounted on lines of trains
Wounded heroes flown home on planes
Shots still sounding as sporadic bursts
Almost half-hearted though the wounds still hurt

(Chorus)
Everything’s backwards in war
Everything’s backwards about war
Turn time back
Turn it more
Everything’s backwards in war

(Verse 3)
Death endemic but an end in sight
Rockets whizzing on a bloody night
Tide though is turning as the corpses rot
Deals are brokered, assurances sought

(Verse 4)
War machine rolling, both sides entrenched
Feeding in bullets ’til the ammo’s spent
Young men grow old in double time
Bodies piling up as they hold the line

(Chorus)
Everything’s backwards in war
Everything’s backwards about war
Turn time back
Turn it more
Everything’s backwards in war

(Verse 5)
Manoeuvres over, blitzkrieg attack
Peace talks over, no going back
Rapid response, troops digging in
Ghost war is past, now the killing begins

(Verse 6)
Naked ambition, power and greed
Blatant scapegoating, by race or by creed
Wheels are in motion, caterpillar tracks
Tension rising, flags mounted on tanks

(Chorus)
Everything’s backwards in war
Everything’s backwards about war
Turn time back
Turn it more
Everything’s backwards in war

(Outro/Bridge)
All is quiet
Seems peaceful, serene
If we don’t look backwards
The grass looks green

Written by Simon Wright
(February 2024)


Down At Number 24

A chilling tale of murder given a Danzig meets Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds musical treatment. But do you feel sorry for the song’s protagonist? Have a listen … if you’re brave enough!

Lyrics below:

Down at Number 24
(Verse 1)
There’s a head in a bag
Hung from the door,
Cut in no haste
By a serrated saw.
And the rest of the corpse
Is laid out on the floor,
Down at Number 24
(Verse 2)
There’s a name on a card
In a lily white purse,
And a badge that says that
Val was a nurse.
And a picture of kids
It couldn’t get any worse,
Down at Number 24
But it does
(Verse 3)
There’s a gun by Val’s hand
And one slug’s been shot,
There’s a gape in my leg
And a whole lot of blood.
I’m out on parole
And all out of luck,
Down at Number 24
(Chorus)
Sometimes you can be in the wrong place
The spider caught by the fly
The morsel with just the right taste
The perp with no alibi
 
(Verse 4)There’s a serenade of sirens
And it’s me on the rocks,
My DNA’s courting
With Val’s scrapes and cuts.
The front door’s still intact
I’m a thief who picks locks,
Down at Number 24
 
(Verse 5)
There’s a “Hands in the air!”
Shouted orders from pros,
Two cold brown eyes
Above a long rifle nose.
And the head in the bag
Stares from its vile repose,
Down at Number 24
 
(Chorus)
Sometimes you can be in the wrong place
The spider caught by the fly
The morsel with just the right taste
The perp with no alibi
 
(Verse 6)
There was a head in a bag
Hung from the door,
I interrupted
The cut of the saw.
I got shot for my troubles
Then nicked by the law,
Down at Number 24,
Down at Number 24,
Down at Number 24…..

Working On An Arctic Night

This song was written as part of FAWM 2023. FAWM stands for February Album Writing Month. I wrote the lyrics and Muovinen (Pekka) from Finland provided the musical magic. Lyrics below.

Working On An Arctic Night

(Verse 1)

Icebergs crash with a deafening roar

All hands strain upon the oars

Our oilskins glisten in the downpour

Working on an Arctic night

(Verse 2)

We’ve come to find the very last bears

We don’t bring guns, we don’t bring snares

We hope not to have a use our flares

Working on an Arctic night

(Bridge)

Too awful to watch with the naked eye

So I focus all my strength on the camera lens

Like the Vietnam girl running naked for her life

This ghost of a bear should be etched in our minds

(Verse 3)

We’re shining light where none would fall

Not deterred by winter squalls

The future needs to see and know it all

So we’ re working on an Arctic night

Written by Simon Wright

(February 2023)

Listen Listen Listen

Song written for the Colin Murray Midnight Mixtape that had a theme of songs where the title only contained one repeating word. Music and vocals provided by Tara Craig. Lyrics by me.

Lyrics added below:

Listen Listen Listen

(Verse 1)

What if the whole world fell silent for a moment?

No dogs barking

No birds chirping

No kids shouting

And no traffic rumbling by

(Pre chorus)

If infinite monkeys over infinite time

Could type a Shakespeare play

Then surely it’s possible that everything will fall quiet

For a moment on some future day?

(Chorus)

Listen, listen, listen

(silent pause)

What do you hear?

Listen, listen, listen

No sounds in your ear

(Verse 2)

What if the whole world fell silent for a moment?

No radios blaring

No ill-judged oversharing

No loud grievances airing

And no traffic rumbling by

(Bridge –  whispered)

Be careful what you wish for

F/x: Boom!

(Pre chorus)

No infinite monkeys and no infinite time

To type a Shakespeare play

Cos certainly it’s possible that everything will fall quiet

Forever on some future day


(Chorus)

Listen, listen, listen

(silent pause)

What do you hear?

Listen, listen, listen

(silent pause)

No sounds in your ear

(Outro – gradually fading to silence)

No dogs barking

No birds chirping

No kids shouting

No mix tapes

No Colin or Clare

Just silence

Everywhere


Written by Simon Wright

(February 2023)