Featured Songwriters
Bolash1 work in collaboration with a number of singer song writers and are pleased to present some recent examples of their work.
For further information on any of these artists please contact us at stephen@Bolash1.com.
LUCY TUNING
LUCY TUNING is a musical microtuning system derived from Pi and the writings of John Longitude Harrison. This system enables users to modulate and transpose using any scales or keys that they may choose.
Beyond the scales, tunings and modes of Western music (Lydian, Ionian, Mixolydian, Dorian, Aeolian, Phrygian, or Locrian ….), with LucyTuning, it is possible to emulate Japanese, Indonesian, Chinese, Indian, Arabic (makam) and any conceivable tuning system.
NOBODY OWNS ME (written by Ridley/Lucy performed by Lucy Copyright)
When all the lights go down,
She’ll dress up and walk the town.
Dancing in shadows looking for deals,
Peddling her body, wherever she feels.
Strangers come and go
Pay for her night-time show,
To them it’s another game.
But they never stop to ask her name.
She says –
You can buy me. Come try me.
You can even compromise me,
But when your hour’s through,
you better know what to do
’Cause no-one gets nothing for free,
and nobody owns me.
Nice people never talk to her,
They’ve a very special word for her
All her days are long empty nights
Beneath the glow of cold red lights.
She had a husband so it’s said.
He left her for another’s bed.
He never should have treated her that way.
And I never should have let her slip away.
She says –
You can buy me. Come try me.
You can even compromise me,
But when your hour’s through,
You better know what to do
’Cause no-one gets nothing for free, and
Nobody owns me.
THE ULTIMATE MILITARY PARADE (written and performed by C. Lucy)
On a camel with a balding hump
Rode the leader with his old bike pump
He conducted the artillery
Who shot a volley for pro$perity
From under his three
All the elephants wore leiderhosen
Everybody wore the best of clothes
There was a banner flying overhead
For those who strained a neck it clearly read..
The Ultimate Military Parade!
There were widows dressed in bridal gowns
With the usual kids to drag them down.
The babies all were in the infant tree
With brooms and shovels for the cavalry
Who rode side-saddle for their modesty
And drank from flasks marked fine laced tea.
Napalm cocktails for the honoured guests
Who wore best plates on their chests
The tanks clanked by with cannons in tow
Followed by reconnaissance who knew the
road __/^<>—+/\\/^ ….
For The Ultimate Military Parade!
There were Gurkahs from the regiment
With bright read books the Chinese sent
The Israelis brought a fleet of girls
Serving yummy kippers >->>>>>>>=>
as they schlooocked the world
By **starring** a blue A-bomb
Shalom!
Copyright Lucytune.
