WE’RE EIGHT PER CENT . We’re eight per cent, there’s nothing more, That Europe has to give, It’s five-to-midnight for our race, We only wish to live; Upon this earth as others do, We’ve given much, we are but few, If we’re to die then you must too, […]
TOMMY’S KARMA . Tommy reneged on his friends in the Reich But my, what a price he has paid, Fooled into thinking the German was foe, Now he lies on the bed he has made, His offspring are brainwashed, They welcome as friends, Intruders who covet his land, […]
WHEN AFTER FIFTEEN MINUTES . When after fifteen minutes, I haven’t breathed at all, It’s best to snuff the candle out, I answered Final Call; No need to get upset, dear, For souls can never cease, You know we’re still together, And for sure I’m now at peace. […]
ONCE BITTER FOES . Companions now, once bitter foes, Sleep together, friends, Destiny and Fate conspired to bring to bitter ends. Men who once were bitter foe, Struck to earth by a mortal blow, By men whom they might never know, But comrades once again. In slumber how […]
MICHAEL WALSH AWARD-WINNING WRITER. Without even knowing the words Germans are crying because of this Soviet war song. The composition leaves no one indifferent. Soviet composers, reflecting on the years of the Great Patriotic War, created many striking compositions. The songs have been exciting the hearts of more than […]
MICHAEL WALSH MUSIC CORRESPONDENT: British chart-topping 1960s + folk singer Donovan received a prestigious cultural award from the French Government. The hippy-era singer of poetic-style ballads once won the hearts of nations and clearly won French hearts too. Born 10 May 1946 the balladeer was first discovered on […]
THE NATION OF THE DOWNCAST EYE
(Farewell Western Man)
We are the nation of the downcast eye,
We guard our thoughts and tongue.
Ours is the sad and sullen tribe,
For we know that the trap has sprung.
Many writers yearn to write a bestseller; perhaps one with a storyline that will attract television story scouts and movie makers. It has happened so if you’re not in you can’t win.
Michael Walsh was born during the Liverpool Blitz in which thousands died and half the domestic properties were destroyed, Michael’s childhood was marred by extreme deprivation. He and his childhood friends collected and sold bottles, clothes and horse manure. Coke (coal) filled handcarts were used to purchase domestic fuel.
We are all familiar with the terms, slap an’ tickle, hanky-panky or a little bit of how’s your father? Such colourful expressions amusingly suggest that we are more comfortable with alternatives to the taboo three-letter word.
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