Can't Stop the Music

Everyone you meet, the children in the street
Are swayin' to the rhythm, there's somethin' movin' in them.
There's no place to hide, so why even try?
Can't you hear it comin' your way, it's here to stay.
Music in our walk, music when we talk.
It's really something magic, to lose it would be tragic.
Can't you hear the sound movin' through the ground?
Music makes the world go round.


                                                           Village People


... a story or two inspired by people we've met...




The Scotsman


A tall lean man shared the fire
Of Scottish brogue, available for hire.
Work was scarce, he'd known better times.
He preferred open air
Didn't want the mines.


A ute and swag, his only home;
A long, dark raincoat and a mobile phone.
A hat he wore for warmth or shade,
its' colour nondescript,
tattered and frayed.


Quiet, yet friendly;
A soft spoken man.
Worked the land and headed west;
Well, that was the plan.


His handshake was firm,
relaxed, self assured.
His life not a struggle,
Just easily endured.




A Man and His Girl




He rented his house
And hooked up the van
Immaculate and old
The rig and the man.
His budget was lean
His destination far
He was worried now
Something's wrong with the car.


I'm not getting the miles
He shook his head
Money spent on fuel
left nothing for bread.
I can't go back
The house has been let
If I just push on
I'll end up in debt.


A fellow camper heard the tale
And wandered over,
the man's pain to curtail.
Up went the bonnet
medical masks applied
Surgeons gathered around
They scratched heads and cried.


She's gone, I'm afraid
Her days are but few
The time has come to trade old for new.
The tears, how they fell
How they tumbled down cheeks.
I can't let her go
She's my mate
She almost speaks.
Her headlights laugh
Her bumper grins
Her engine sings like a thousand violins.
I can't let her go
She's a part of me.
The fellow camper went
And came back with some tea.


They sat in a circle
Hearing tales of better days
The man told them stories 
And sang words of praise.
When the mourning was done
Fellow camper hitched her up
Let's take her into town
for a new little pup.


Time will heal the loss
Of the man's old girl
But memories linger on
As new adventures unfurl.


                                       Shirley.



You can't stop the music
Nobody can stop the music....