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Over the last few years I’ve become a reviewer for Monsterlibrarian.com, sort of by accident, but it is a lot of fun and rather addictive. My reviews so far:

Serpent’s Kiss by Melissa de la Cruz
http://monsterlibrarian.com/horroradventure.htm#Serpent’s_Kiss_by_Melissa_de_la_Cruz

Shady Palms by Allen Dusk http://monsterlibrarian.com/slashers.htm#Shady_Palms_by_Allen_Dusk

December by Phil Rickman http://monsterlibrarian.com/ghosts.htm#December_by_Phil_Rickman

Carapace by Allan Watson http://monsterlibrarian.com/ghosts.htm#Carapace_by_Allan_Watson_

The Bone Tree by Christopher Fulbright http://monsterlibrarian.com/ghosts.htm#The_Bone_Tree_by_Christopher_Fulbright_

The Weird: a Compendium of Dark and Strange Stories, ed. VanderMeer
http://monsterlibrarian.com/Lovecraft.htm#The_Weird

Some Kind of Fairy Tale, by Graham Joyce http://monsterlibrarian.com/horroradventure.htm#Some_Kind_of_Fairy_Tale

Night Sea Journey, by Paula Cappa http://monsterlibrarian.com/ghosts.htm#Night_Sea_Journey:_a_Tale_of_the_Supernatural

The Haunted, by Bentley Little http://monsterlibrarian.com/ghosts.htm#The_Haunted_by_Bentley_Little

The Dazzling Darkness, by Paula Cappa http://monsterlibrarian.com/ghosts.htm#The_Dazzling_Darkness_by_Paula_Cappa

Winds of Salem, by Melissa de la Cruz <a http://monsterlibrarian.com/horroradventure.htm#Winds_of_Salem:_a_Witches_of_East_End_Novel

This House is Haunted, by John Boyne http://monsterlibrarian.com/ghosts.htm#This_House_is_Haunted_by_John_Boyne

Plastic, by Christopher Fowler http://www.monsterlibrarian.com/something_different.htm#Plastic

I Have Not Answered, by Adam Grydehoj http://monsterlibrarian.com/something_different.htm#I_Have_Not_Answered_by_Adam_Grydehoj

1234, by Allan Watson http://monsterlibrarian.com/Thrillers.htm#1234_by_Allan_Watson

Ravenswing, by Jonathan Glendening http://www.monsterlibrarian.com/TheCirculationDesk/book-review-ravenswing-by-jonathan-glendening/


Beautiful song from the new Columbus Road album, Tokens

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The long-awaited retrospective from Columbus Road, aka Allan Watson and Gordon Davidson: http://allanwatson.blogspot.co.uk/p/columbus-road-tokens.html

I’m pleased to play a wee flute part on “Rain”, one of Allan’s prettiest songs ever! a short Beatlesque love song. Available on iTunes, Amazon, and from candyseance@gmail.com

On A Bad Day

Don’t know what you’ve got there but it sure ain’t a song
Feels like Patience Strong on a bad day
If you die tonight who has the last laugh
If that’s your epitaph, what can I say

Am I ever gonna see you again
I doubt it, I doubt it.
Are we ever gonna see you again
I doubt it, I doubt it.

Your lyrics suck and you can’t find a tune
reading Mills and Boon on the sofa
your soul got crushed underneath someone’s shoe
nothing left of you it’s all over

You said you knew what it was – like to be dead
Protest in bed now – you’re so tired
All you got cooking… – is Mother’s Pride
Your ticket to ride has expired

The Comb Song

Her father works with papers and with plans
Her mother see the world from caravans
I wish to God you had’na been born
Your hair’s a mess. Get it shorn. Get it shorn.
She sees herself in colours and ……….
She weighs her powers in her hand, in her hand
And then at last she starts to see
The time is here, she must break free

Never let them cut your hair or tell you where you’ve been
Or where you’re going to from here
Never let them cut your hair or tell you where you’ve been
Or where you’re going to from here

Comes the comb all wrapped in mystery
Let no-one say it wasnae meant to be
No-one knows how much it meant to her
This piece of Iron Age ephemera
She sees herself in colours and ……….
She weighs her powers in her hand, in her hand
She knows that now she’s on her own
This is a path you walk alone

And in the chamber of the dead forgotten voices her your head
For the night is growing colder now she feels it on her shoulder
Give up you fool there is no heat… the abyss opens up beneath her feet
The comb is ice it’s brittle-oh
She cannot hold it must let it go

Take Me To the River (Take Me 2)

Take me to the river – As it reaches the sea
Take me to the river – That’s where I wanna be
Sit me on a landing stage – Down by the riverside
Let me watch my troubles – Float out on the tide

Lonely water feels
Like a heart revealed
Holy water heals

Take me to the river – As it reaches the sea
Take me to the river – That’s where I wanna be
Take me out in a sailing boat – Toss me o’er the side
And watch my broken body – Float out on the tide.

Lonely water feels
Like a heart revealed
Holy water heals

Sweeter

Sweeter – than an apple from the tree
Fleeter – too quick for me to dream
Deeper – than the bottom of the sea
Clearer – no horizon stopping me
On and on and on and on and on – The song goes on
On and on and on and on and on – The song goes on

Older – than a megalithic stone
Bolder – than a river rushing home
Smoulder – like ashes in a fire
Soldiers – marching with desire
On and on and on and on and on – The song goes on
On and on and on and on and on – The song goes on

Sweeter than an apple from the tree
Fleeter – too quick for me to dream
Deeper than the bottom of the sea
Clearer – no horizon stopping me
On and on and on and on and on – The song goes on
On and on and on and on and on – The song goes on

Dakota Blues

Cooling my heels in Strawberry fields, Can’t find no peace there
The night is breathless, Kirsty’s restless, she don’t care
No hope of solace or redemption in the air
Seven long years since I heard the news
I’m still waking in the night with the Dakota Blues

Taking the view down from the west seven two, I see his shadow
Salinger fan with a gun in his hand, a fucking saddo
He wants to be the star of someone else’s show
Seven long years since I heard the news
I’m still waking in the night with the Dakota Blues

Going where the madness beckons, diamonds in the sky
Arthur Ranker, Crown and Anchor, catcher of a lie

Imagine John was dead and gone, you never met him
He never knew, or thought of you, you won’t forget him
And in the evening he’ll come calling if you let him
Thirteen years since I heard the news
I’m still waking in the night with the Dakota Blues

The Ballad of Aelwyn Breadwinner

Aelwyn the dreamer came down from the mountain
His harp on his shoulder, His hopes for the future. All bright
But his footsteps are wary as darkness surrounds him
The sky is a curtain His heart is uncertain tonight

Out of the forest to play at the castle
That stands by the river. Comes Aelwyn the harper. Well met
By tables all laden with laughter and flattery
Wild boar and venison, Nothing is menacing. Yet.

And nobody notices, nobody listens – To Aelwyn the dreamer
Who sits in his corner, And sees the carnage That hides in the eyes of the Normans
Who lay off the wine
As they wait for a sign
…and he flees

Echoes of slaughter, the wine turns to water The water to blood
As he runs for the woods – And the hills, it isn’t –
The hack of a blade in his back
But the viper’s hiss Of a brother’s kiss …..that he feels

The Harp in fragments lies
A Warning to the wise
Under winter’s frozen cloak
They drag him to the oak

And the sky begins to pale
To the rip of flesh by nails
And the morning wakes in pain
As the mountain cracks again