Dave Binyon

two stars - look at me

two stars - look at me Wake up when will things be good enough for you to see All that we can be I'm sick of playin' games and actin' like we never care That we're never there We pay attention for only seconds Look at you, look at me There's never any us, can't you see? All we can become we can shine like the sun If we believe that 2 stars are brighter than one ...

basic space

basic space Basic space Openin' Don't look away When there's nothin' There ...

that's amore

that's amore When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine That's amore. When you walk in a dream but you know you're not dreaming, signore Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Napoli That's amore ...

pinhole man

pinhole man Living the retro life !! I just had to use the pinhole camera filter for this shot. ...

pie and coffee

pie and coffee coffee and cigarettes - iggy pop and tom waits ...

mr and mrs kujaja

mr and mrs kujaja Life is just a bowl of All-Bran You wake up every morning and it's there So live as only you can It's all about enjoy it 'cos ever since you saw it There aint no one can take it away. Small Faces My camera let me down on my trip to Naples (a dust blot on the sensor) - so, only a few holiday snaps taken on the phone !! Made for a good break. ...

because you're mine

because you're mine As sure as night is dark and day is light I keep you on my mind both day and night And happiness I've known proves that it's right Because you're mine, I walk the line ...

a good man is hard to find

a good man is hard to find I'll meet you under the clock at 11am My favourite colour is red ...

no one knows better than the king

no one knows better than the king The world view from my window. No one knows better than the king Life's a filthy dirty game Very very hard to win ...

hope for happiness

hope for happiness I can tell like the ring of a bell A chime that is clear and true But if a crack, the sound is flat Like happiness that's become untrue Out of the East, the sun flew West Trailing its golden spray My heart burns, when fortune turns The trail to light my way Days go by, I watch the sky My eyes forever quest The sun returns, though my hope yearns Forever things point the rest Sun heart burns, moon glow turns Stars will trade hope for happiness Hope for happiness, happiness, happiness Flowers grow wild, just for the child Sniff this sprinkling bloom When you grow up, hope colours up The things that cause us gloom Tell can you now how fun is made? It's how happiness is really found Look for advice, be told more than twice By people all around Sun heart burns, moon glow turns Stars will trade hope for happiness Hope for happiness, happiness, happiness ...

i'm new here

i'm new here No, no, no, no I did not become someone different I did not want to be But Im new here Will you show me around? No matter how far wrong you've gone You can always turn around It was here at the New Design Museum, London - back in April 1983 that I saw Gil Scott Heron in concert, when it was the Commonwealth Institute. Turnaround turnaround turnaround And you may come full circle And be new here again ...

she eats flies

she eats flies A photorealism piece in the style of Richard Este - Street Naples ...

b movie

b movie 51 per cent of registered voters, voted for no body we've been here before - this could be 1982 As Wall Street goes, so goes the nation. And here's a look at the closing numbers: racism's up, human rights are down, peace is shaky, war items are hot. The House claims all ties. Jobs are down, money is scarce, and common sense is at an all-time low on heavy trading. Movies were looking better than ever, and now no one is looking, because we're starring in a "B" movie. And we would rather had...John Wayne. We would rather had...John Wayne. Gil Scott-Heron 1982 ...

and under the boughs unbowed

and under the boughs unbowed And under the boughs unbowed All holding a snowy shroud She had no heart, so hardened All under the boughs unbowed Each feather, it fell from skin 'Til threadbare and she grew thin How were my eyes so blinded? Each feather, it fell from skin And I will hang my head Hang my head low. the crane wife - marianne faithful and nick cave (trad) ...

if not for you

if not for you If not for you The winter would hold no spring Couldn't hear a robin sing I just wouldn't have a clue, if not for you If not for you ...

 

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