Stuart Briggs guitarist, vocalist & songwriter

These are from 2003 to the present, in any order.

Scared

Scar’d maybe?
Do I have Grudges?
Against me was judges.
Scar’s you cant see?
‘Get some therapy’
You know…
Is it really me?
Or just a dream?
Its really me.

Countries Systematic Assess

 Depression regression thats what they always say.
Impression confession I made myself pay.
Countries Systematic Assess thats the CSA.
Countries Systematic Assess you helped me loose my way.

Dad?

 Many times I dont feel like a Dad.
To do all those things I never had.
Yes times then werent the same.
But my empty memories they remain.
Maybe sometime my boys will stay.
In our home for more than a day.

Tired

 A thinking tired grey.
So much feeling to stray.
Arms that wont lift.
Feet that wont shift.
Thoughts that wont shout.
Eyes that do doubt.
It all does move away.
Clear is behind the grey.
It will all be OK?

Beauty what is?

 What is beauty-on the surface, shallow or deep?
Times of hurt can make us feel weak.
Folks come folks go.
Sometimes I dont know?
I knew who has Beauty.
On the surface, shallow and deep.

Time

 The candles are burning out.
When something is sound it dont shout.
A mix of thoughts feels good.
The mix of thoughts like they should.
Should they feel in this way?
We find out another day.

Dots to link

 A closed black dot.
A distant white spot.
A funnel long and narrow.
A ‘Y’ on the arrow.
A closing of a white mark.
A black dot not sharp.
A blinding light so cold.
A loving touch when im old.
I wont let her down.

Smiling Folks

 A new spring in the stride.
Walking smiles ever so wide.
An acoustic jam in our room.
Soon to do ‘Dust my Broom’.
‘Jonny B Goode’ played so good.
Bolton Abbey in the mud.
Jam nights soon us three will.
Play songs out at such a thrill.
Your gorgeous smile that dont hide.
A new spring in your stride.

07 End of

Xmas 07 its the 20th.
The trees still not up.
Wondering if its all the ‘worth’.
Feel like throwing in the ‘cut’.

But its due up on the 22nd?
Its late but thats life?
I just thought Id so weakened.
Xmas time its always rife.

 Look forward to the 25th.
Though expecting worse ever?
Trying really to break a myth?
Good times come to good? never…

 Good times come to bad it seems.
I dont want to be alone.
Together I need to hold my seams.
Its me sat in my home…

Obsession?s

It just happened, im not obsessed.
Try I did to avoid, did I try my best?
Eyes Iv not seen before, Eyes Id never seen.
Eyes Iv not seen since, was they just a dream?

Get onto a plane, Get into a train.
Run into the woods, Eyes I saw again?
Im not obsessed, I fell in that instant.
I feel depressed, as your now so distant?…

Low Gas

Years are long feeling lost, Today its snowing.
Everywhere is white and clear, Does it become a silver lining?
Only time will truelly Show?
In the distance I see it glow…

They are many of us, Who can just sit & look?
But Im lucky? I write & sing from my book.
So many remain lost.
To be born at such a cost?

 When the heats gone, Then nothing is left.
Tightly around you its wrapped, Slowing ‘things’ down?
You have no escape.
You can see the empty plate.

Better go get some gas, But the electric is low.
I shall split what I have? and hang onto my home?
One day I will move away.
From memories of Yesterday?

 Too many…

Reverse it

Its a loud silence, Silence is loud.
More is less, Less is more?
Nothing spread everywhere, Everywhere is nothing?
Its rotten to the core, can that be sure?

So much said in reverse, So what should we believe?
Go with your heart, Iv tried that and failed.
Follow your mind, But then its confused?
Silence is loud, Its a loud silence.