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The Freewheelin Troubadour

About Me


I am a walking contradiction.
I am black and white.
I am the night-driving rag and bone man and the high rolling gypsy king.
I am everything you ever wanted, and nothing you ever needed.
I am a pillow made of stone.
The rose that grew from concrete and the cigarette butt half over the grating of a drain.
I am noticeable whilst hiding.
Both God and the Devil reside in me.
I am soulfully soulless, yet soullessly soulful.
I am keeping low, whilst high as a kite, which flies without wind in the throws of the night.
I am Love.
I am Hate.
Living whilst dying and smiling whilst crying.
I know exactly who I am, yet I can’t find myself.
I am you.
And Him.
I am Dion.
Check out my Photo Bucket if you're bored
I got ma dark sunglasses, Im carryin' for good luck ma black tooth.
Music is my life, i would sooner die then be deaf, although i think my hearing is already running at a loss.
I write poetry and prose, it's a great way to clear my often frenzied brain. I stick bits and pieces in my blog, check it.
I also play a bit of guitar. Practice makes, erm, a bit better.
I should have been born in the late 40's/early 50's and left to roam the 60's as a freewheelin' troubadour with a guitar, tattered book, and a bindle, holding my few humble possesions.
Instead i was born into 80s squalour and left to roam Enfield, North London with 57p and a glass breaking hammer.
Light a fat one, put on Blonde on Blonde, by Bob Dylan, and float to the place you already are at. MyGen Profile Generator 2

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

The Fab Four, Bob Dylan, Tim Burton, Larry David, Kevin Smith, Quentin Tarantino, Jesus of Nazareth and John The Baptist

My Blog

The 8th of December 2007

If my stupid plans had followed through, i would be getting married on this horrible rainy day. Instead i am going to see Russell Brand in Brighton, and eat ,drink and be a merry Chuck Berry instead....
Posted by on Fri, 07 Dec 2007 20:20:00 GMT

My New Song: A Thorn by any other name...

After a short while waiting, Christy Knave and I have finished my second musical concept, A Thorn by any other name& ..:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />  Chr...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 10:34:00 GMT

Ill Kiss you with my Hammer

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Posted by on Fri, 30 Nov 2007 08:13:00 GMT

Something i wrote whilst smoking a bed present...

Sorry i haven't posted in ages, i have just got the net back at home, so hopefully i'll throw loads more shit your way soon :-)   Me and Christy Knave are nearly finished recording a new song con...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Nov 2007 20:46:00 GMT

The Night That I Die - New Song

On Friday, Ryan and Paul Knave, Johhny Black Tricks and Myself wrote and recorded a song idea that i concieved as a poem earlier on in the week, in only 4 hours, with a noose that i had purchased...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Oct 2007 15:19:00 GMT

Bone Idol

Howdy Folks, I am back from Tunisia, it was a joy to befriend a few camels and sail on a Pirate ship, along with a few days relaxing by the pool or beach with my guitar.   I wrote this ...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Sep 2007 09:36:00 GMT

How I Roll - An insight into attire :-)

I wrote this shit this mornin' whilst avoiding work and thinkin' about what to pack for my holiday to Tunisia starting tomorrow. I am going to fry in that heat in my standard get-up.   That's a...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Sep 2007 09:00:00 GMT

The Troubadour is DEAD!!!

It's true, it's true the Troubadour's dead, that's what the news and papers said.   Maude said to Marge, who said to Fred, "The Troubadour was hangin', dead".   "The boy's brown bread, th...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Sep 2007 07:37:00 GMT

A Welcome Kiss to Untouched Lips

I have been trying to finish this for a good few days/weeks/years, I can't remember...:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />   It's been like a burden I have want...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Aug 2007 12:43:00 GMT

EVERYBODY!!!

I am the snake-eyed surprise that lies in darkest of skies spying all i despiseYou are the night crawler that howls at the moon, yet you swoon for the loon that holds your silver spoon.He is just walk...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Aug 2007 16:38:00 GMT