SONGS OF LONDON(VIII)

Two songs I wrote in London....

13/05/11 I KNOW THAT PETER PAN LIVES IN KENSINGTON GARDENS A.BARO

I know that Peter Pan lives in Kensington Gardens
A robin whispered the other day in my ears
No, not the statue that is next to Long Water
It’s just that I’m sure it’s so, yes indeed.

A rabbit told a squirrel, which was passing by there
While nibbling dandelions, saw something very strange
A flying shadow was coming out from his lair.

The oak spread its branches trying to hide from the sight
The owl hooted while “that” crossed the sky through the night
Jasmine brought forth its fragrance to complete the whole rite.

I know that Peter Pan lives in Kensington Gardens
I’ve seen tiny footprints on the grass near the lake
There were not any sort of marks, they were like a warning
I know ‘cos I noticed fairy dust on the air.

If you look very attentively you could see in the Serpentine
The figure of a crocodile searching for another hand
And a couple of Indians watching over from their land

Some little mermaids singing and having fun near the bank
And several fierce pirates on a boat, not good guys
While Captain James Hook pulls his sword to attack.

Music

And elm has told the yew and this to the hedgehog
Wendy Darling returns to be the mother of the Lost Boys
Then it resumes the magic flute and its beautiful song.

He tells me if you can see with the eyes of the heart
It will be as if you come back to be a child
Then you will see at last Tinkerbell and Peter Pan.

I know that Peter Pan lives in Kensington Gardens
That spring beyond time, James Barrie told in my ears
George Frampton placed a dream on the grass and that morning
All the boys, who we are, we come back to believe.
I was in Kensington and I know that Peter Pan lives.

15/05/11 THE WALTZ OF THE DINOSAURS A.BARO

Sliding us the mechanic staircase
Through the ages of the Earth and around
Volcanic elements from the beginning to the end
Gods of the antiquity, they observe us to come.

Earthquake and destruction every where
We follow the natural way of life
It begins to sprout the primordial soup
The shaking comes from below and we are out of time.

With rhythmic movements, the dance begins
The big dinosaur gets off its pedestal
Old Man in the corner, he has seen everything
Look the Waltz of the Dinosaurs.

Tyrannosaurus tries to catch Gallimimus
Camarasaurus still doesn’t know where he is
Pachycephalosurus wants to continue being a dreamer
Hypsilophodon smiles with its protruding teeth.

Music

With rhythmic movements, the dance begins
The big dinosaur gets off its pedestal
Old Man in the corner, he has seen everything
Look the Waltz of the Dinosaurs.

The ancient sequoia still wonders why
As the timeline gets fuzzy as fog
Archaeopterix seduces with its flight
And Charles Darwin knows that will not be anymore.

Baryonyx doesn’t find its fishes, no one
Iguanodon takes a few steps arching its claw
Triceratops kicks the ground as if were a bison
And Diplodocus takes over the Central Hall.

With rhythmic movements, the dance begins
The big dinosaur gets off its pedestal
Old Man in the corner, he has seen everything
Look the Waltz of the Dinosaurs.

Songs in my soundclick player

SONGS OF LONDON VII

This is my point of view about sensational CAMDEN TOWN.....

09/05/11 LIVING THE RHYTHM IN CAMDEN TOWN A.BARO

I left the subway station in Camden Town

A sunny day through my face

I know it’s not a resting place

I heard behind, the sound

Of an old saxophone

And start to feel the rhythm of Camden.

I walk down the street and people go (come and go)

A guy with a punk hairdo

He wants me to get a tattoo

And I say “Next time, my friend

My skin is only lent”

And start to feel the life of Camden.

I see multi-coloured belts

And Star Wars funny shirts

Hundreds of music albums, just two pounds

Bobbies and beefeaters thumbnails

Old books call me to purchase

That’s and more and more in Camden Town

I stop and drink a cold beer, very cold

Vegetable stands, they hope

To have everything sold

By the end of the day

I look sideways without shame

I like to look the vendors of Camden

Music

After touring charming shops

Of fantastic Camden Lock

I’m going to Camden Village for rest

I doubt between foreign dishes

To meet my best wishes

Looking the Regent’s Canal in Camden Town

I left the subway station in Camden Town

A sunny day through my face

I know it’s not a resting place

I heard behind, the sound

Of an old saxophone

And start to feel the rhythm of Camden.

Start to feel the rhythm of Camden

I like living the rhythm of Camden Town.

c.d-You can hear it in my soundclick plawer ...up.

SONGS OF LONDON (VI)

02/05/11 CITY CRUISES’ BOAT A.BARO

It’s a good day; the sun is on the very top
Come on, let’s go, it’s time for the boat
Your feelings are floating, a smile in your lips
It’s time to sail, the journey begins
(City Cruises’ Boat…..all aboard)

We left the Tower, leaving it behind
Tower Bridge wants us to be lucky on the road
HMS Belfast invites you to stop
London Bridge is calling you, the Monument recalls
(City Cruises’ Boat…..all aboard)

Going up the Thames, History follows you
Feel the passage of time, the waters flow
Between bridges you go, feel the breeze, you can
City Cruises’ Boat from bank to bank

From Southwark Cathedral to Southwark Bridge
In the Globe, William Shakespeare recites to love
The art of Tate Modern brings you to Millennium Bridge
On the right you can hear the bells of St Paul
(City Cruises’ Boat…..all aboard)

Music

Going up the Thames, History follows you
Feel the passage of time, the waters flow
Between bridges you go, feel the breeze, you can
City Cruises’ Boat from bank to bank

Blackfriars and the Temple so easy to find
Near Waterloo Bridge, Cleopatra’s Needle points to the sky
Houses of Parliament when the sun is shy
Westminster Abbey from the great London Eye
(City Cruises’ Boat…..all aboard)

SONGS OF LONDON(V)

I was in Tower of London...and this is my flight over and inside it....


01/05/11 THE CROWS OF THE TOWER A.BARO

On the flight of the crows
History recalls, the men and the spirit of the Tower
It’s the right of the Crown
Survival is on the wings and the heart of the crows of the Tower

There was a time when blood dyed the grass on the ground
When the Queen left her dreams, then, she flew
On the green and embraced to the time and the space
All the kings, now, they’re seeing our wings cover them

On the flight of the crows
History recalls, the men and the spirit of the Tower
It’s the right of the Crown
Survival is on the wings and the heart of the crows of the Tower

From Roman Times on that land where the shadows advanced
A Norman King built it to submit their inhabitants
From Byward to Beauchamp, all the towers began
To be guard of the kingdom of man on this land.

On the flight of the crows
History recalls, the men and the spirit of the Tower
It’s the right of the Crown
Survival is on the wings and the heart of the crows of the Tower

Music

I will lift my black wings and I’ll fly close to mine
If we fall, the Tower and the Crown will fall at a time
History says so and It may be so, but we know it won't
We believe that the spirit is who keeps the memory of all.

On the flight of the crows
History recalls, the men and the spirit of the Tower
It’s the right of the Crown
Survival is on the wings and the heart of the crows of the Tower

On the flight of the crows
History recalls, the men and the spirit of the Tower
It’s the right of the Crown
Survival is on the wings and the heart of the crows of the Tower

c.d.´The song in Soundlcik Player...up-.

SONGS OF LONDON(IV)

A new song called "Bedlam in Chinatown"--....

23/04/11 BEDLAM IN CHINATOWN A.BARO

If you want to believe it or not
we come running to Chinatown
we're searching for some questions
we've arrived between smells and suggestion

Red is the colour of Chinatown
voice and bedlam in Chinatown
we want to eat , we smell all around
running and bedlam in Chinatown

Slanted eyes and smiling faces
everybody's taking photos any places
lazy afternoon , if this is your wish
I prefer running for Gerrard Street

Red is the colour of Chinatown
voice and bedlam in Chinatown
we want to eat , we smell all around
running and bedlam in Chinatown

I like dragons like those are behind me
Magical Door is opened for free
chinese lions look at me fiercely
but I know they're winking at me

Red is the colour of Chinatown
voice and bedlam in Chinatown
we want to eat , we smell all around
running and bedlam in Chinatown

SONGS OF LONDON(III)

This song is entitled "London Dungeons" (my family laughs of the FX)...:


06/05/11 LONDON DUNGEONS A.BARO

From the dungeons of old London
A dark laughter, cruel and deep
You feel like your back goes cold
And start shaking your knees
(London Dungeons…yeah)

You’re lost in the gloomy labyrinth
Where the skeletons are laughing at you
Looking for a way out with fear
Before they threw their hands on you.
(London Dungeons…yeah)

The ground you walk is a continuous trap
It wants you to catch and wrap
The walls invite you to run away
Don’t stop, don’t look back.

The rats come from all over
And threatening to the bubonic plague
Soon will burn all of London
And you can’t hide in any place
(London Dungeons…yeah)

The ground you walk is a continuous trap
It wants you to catch and wrap
The walls invite you to run away
Don’t stop, don’t look back.

The Traitor’s gate will open for you
And will be the guilty verdict
The Killer Queen ordered to fire you
To clean your unforgivable sins

Perhaps, the Mad Barber shows you his sharp steel
You should be careful with your throat
But worst will be in Whitechapel High Street
When Jack the Ripper jump at you.
(London Dungeons…yeah)

SONGS OF LONDON(II)

Two songs more....First, "A day in the city"...Talk about the feelings that fill me in the City::::

04/05/11 A DAY IN THE CITY A.BARO

The lights of the City tell me I'm here
Isn't it a pity that I haven't got a beer?
People walk around me but they doesn´t see
That a day in the City, It's enough for me.

I am walking slowly from dear Fleet Street
I read the old "News", what a symphony!
I hear the bells' ringing , my old church, St Paul
A day in the City for me It's enough

A day in the City from St Paul to Townhill
A day in the City,It's enough for me.

I like this "Square Mile", the templars left their imprint
Bank of England, thick walls, where the penny is the King
Stop in Leadenhall Market,Londinium's real heart
Or in Williamson's Tavern, best beer you'll have
There, William the Third eating on demand
It's forging another legend great Christopher Wren

Music

A day in the City from St Paul to Townhill
A day in the City,It's enough for me.

The lights of the City tell me I'm here
Isn't it a pity that I haven't got a beer?
People walk around me but they doesn´t see
That a day in the City, It's enough for me.

I am walking slowly from dear Fleet Street
I read the old "News", what a symphony!
I hear the bells' ringing , my old church, St Paul
A day in the City for me It's enough

and second,"I saw them through a taxi cab window"...The words tells you everything...

26/04/11 I SAW THEM THROUGH A TAXI CAB WINDOW A.BARO

I saw them through a taxi cab window
One looks at the cigarette burning between her fingers
The other tries to get her out of her mistake, perhaps

I saw them through a taxi cab window
Maybe a tear rolls down her white face
Maybe the silence is better cure than words
And I am a strange witness
Saw them through the glass of the taxi cab.

It has been a hard work’s day
But we have time to take a breath
You wish the time stops and then
You can smile for the rest.

I saw them through a taxi cab window
And in a minute, time’s moving us
Different directions, opposite stations
I hope they will win the game
And we can smile each other through a taxi cab window

Music

It has been a hard work’s day
But we have time to take a breath
You wish the time stops and then
You can smile for the rest.

I saw them through a taxi cab window
And in a minute, time’s moving us
Different directions, opposite stations
I hope they will win the game
And we can smile each other through a taxi cab window

I saw them through taxi cab window