Gig at the Adelphi representing Access to Music Hull.

On thursday the 20th I represented Access to Music Hull by supporting a handfull of fantastic bands such as: Alice and the Wonderband, Bella Diem, Revolver and Curry Coco.

The gig was brilliant and I had a really fun time playing. After i'd finished playing, a guy who ran the AToM tour, production manager Trevor Newnham, offered me a gig in Manchester playing at the Buskers Corner at another event next friday. Thrilled by this, I said yes immediately and I will post a blog soon letting you know how this went.

http://www.atomlive.co.uk/atom-live-events/atom-live-gigs/96

Much love,

Jacklebaba.

One of five

For a while now, (and for many reasons,) I have held on to the belief that the sense of smell is the most powerful sense of them all. Once again, walking back from my girlfriend's house, I wrote this:

There is no scent that does quite compare,
To the vibrant scent that is fresh air.
The mind wonders and the body relapse,
As the senses adapt to the congnitive grasp.
Underestimated of all, one of the five,
the only sense that makes us feel alive.
Appreciate you will, when eventually you start,
To realise this body part connects straight to the heart.

Jack Robinson - 08/05/2010

The Emptiness of Wednesday (song)

When I was walking home from my girlfriend's house, on a Wednesday evening, I experienced a soothing sense of calmness, and at that moment I stopped, only to embrace "the emptiness of Wednesday:"

Woah ah oh,
The emptiness of Wednesday.
Woah ah oh,
The emptiness of wednesday.

Walking down, the dark cobbled path,
The street light fades, and the aftermath,
of what can only be described as, unjust desire.

I stumble across a farmilliar sight,
Succumed to a mirage of your delight,
We'll light up, this town tonight.

So lets fade from elegance,
And hold on to the relevance,
of our existance, strong and simple,
love will keep us, strong and simple.

Woah ah oh,
The emptiness of Wednesday.
Woah ah oh,
The emptiness of Wednesday.
Woah ah oh,
There's a chill and quiet today.
Woah ah oh,
In the emptiness of Wednesday.

I'm sure you have not witnessed, with your blue eyes,
A calm like this, only once you do,
You'll never feel the same way about the world again.

My footsteps keep my company,
As the sound of them trample slowly,
While i bask in, this silence.

So lets fade from elegance,
And hold on to the relevance,
of our existance, strong and simple,
love will keep us, strong and simple.

Woah ah oh,
The emptiness of Wednesday.
Woah ah oh,
The emptiness of Wednesday.
Woah ah oh,
There's a chill and quiet today.
Woah ah oh,
In the emptiness of Wednesday.

By Jack Robinson - 23/2/2010

Climate Change

Once again, the inspiration for this was from my friend. I wanted to write a poem in which I would use climate change as a metaphor for a failed love:

Eternal summer,
Elongated sigh,
Misunerstanding the logic of why,
Warm weather brings this high.
Is it our hearts being warmed?
Is it our minds being corrupted by the lack of cold?
A cold we have come to expect from this western climate,
A cold we can no longer predict.
But in hope grows fear,
The end of our world draws near.
We tell ourselves the fault is our own.
No, but the fault is not known.

Belief

The first four lines for this came from a random rhyme I started reciting in my head, and ofcourse, this made me determined to finish it:

I refuse to believe,
You could be so naive.

I want to believe,
There is need to reprieve.

It's hard to believe,
My thoughts, you would deceive.

I'd rather believe,
Your love, i would receive.

If I believe,
And infact, we do achieve.

Then i must believe,
Worry, it will relieve.

Yet if i believe,
And my trust you unweave.

Then I was wrong to believe,
I was wrong to perceive.

Opulent

At this time, I was inspired to start writing again by a new friend who shared my love of poetry. I wanted to write a poem to explain my current narcissistic state of mind, and this is what came of it:

Finding my faults,
A frivolous task,
An inane cliche.

Warming the core,
Of my identity,
My individuality.

Evident abundance of morality,
Constant feeling of inadequacy.

Feel no need to repent,
No hope has passed these shallow eyes.

Regret is paramount,
For hope cannot be lost.

Consider my mind at ease,
Lay my head to rest.

The Game of Life (song)

A song I wrote that, my girlfriend Charlotte inspired me to write, as she wrote the first three lines:

I quit the game of life the other day.
But I started again,
And got further this time.
I came back to a time, when I was at my peak.
Youthfully vibrant and alive with love.
Even these past few days haven't made me lose sight of what is real,
I'd go through it again.

Chorus:
And surely you will find,
That this feeling's a state of mind.
Needed you are no more,
Like these emotions I'll leave behind.
And i said...
"How could you be so blind?
All of these questions have been defined.
Faith is all you need,
Faith lost in you and me."

Home was just a path away from you,
One I'd prefer not to take.
But that all changed,
When the best part of my day,
Became the worst part of my life.

What if is a selfish way to think.
Only what is left of this one-sided lust.
Our paths have crossed, how blind was I to see,
That this angel decided to choose me.

Chorus:
And surely you will find,
That this feeling's a state of mind.
Needed you are no more,
Like these emotions I'll leave behind.
And i said...
"How could you be so blind?
All of these questions have been defined.
Faith is all you need,
Faith lost in you and me.
Friends is what we'll have to be..."

Metaphor for betrayal

Like many expressed adolescent feelings, this one is about a girl:

Unspoken words, left in my heart,
Shown how wrong I was from the start.
Bled me dry of my confidence and pride,
The very thing it took to show what's inside.

I couldn't read you,
So why was there hope?
You act like you know,
But leave me to cope.

How could I be wrong?
How could I be right?
A lesson now learnt,
Towards a prettier sight.

Now i've moved on,
With persistance you try,
As if to make yourself feel better.
Your actions, they lie.