JINGLE ON MY SON!

JINGLE ON MY SON!
A doughty champion of his local culture.(Poet Tom Hubbard)Your performance at the city hall was soooooooooo good! Christoph thought it was excellent! (Carolyn)

10.10.10

Rise by John Lydon (Pil)




I could be wrong, I could be right.
I could be wrong.

I could be wrong, I could be right.
I could be black, I could be white.
I could be right, I could be wrong.
I could be white, I could be black.

Your time has come, your second skin.
You climb so high and gain so low.
Walk through the valley,
The written word is a lie.

May the road rise with you.

I could be wrong, I could be right.
I could be wrong, I could be right.

I could be wrong, I could be right.
I could be black, I could be white.
I could be right, I could be wrong.
I could be black, I could be white.

They put a hotwire to my head
Because of the things I did and said.
They made these feelings go away,
But those feelings get in everyway.

May the road rise with you.

Anger is an energy.

May the road rise with you.

Anger is an energy.

the jingling geordie

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whitley bay, tyne and wear, United Kingdom
poet and raconteur