
Hosted by Steven Richardson · EN
Hello my beautiful human beings and welcome my episodic podcasting site : it's mainly based on my autobiographical experiences travelling here there and everywhere over a period of quite a few decades. Please enjoy and thankyou for listening.
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TEMPLES TO TEMPTATION I wrote this song after hearing how the gambling citadels / casinos of the world spend billions crafting their digital Devil's delusions to make the punters feel they're one moment from winning the jackpot.The sons of perdition have certainly built some of the most magnificent Temples to Temptation.

This is the song I wrote for a friend of mine who's moving abroad to live with his new bride , it's a massive step into the unknown . I myself once did it at eighteen and never looked back who dares wins!!. Good luck Mon Brave , remember The Groundhog Day A packet a pay , and a sky of grey is the alternative if you stay.

This is a song I wrote. I had to listen to a friend of mine this morning a dreadfully overweight businessman telling me that he was on a treadmill he couldn’t get off. I know the feeling , today another commuter threw themselves under the train at Doncaster. I then had to five different connections , by the time I’d finished, I thought I was going to have a massive jammer; no wonder we call it the heart attack hill this trans- Siberian tread mill

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An introduction to my redhead music collection.

This is a song I wrote about the men in black those dreaded debt collectors. They arrive like dark shadows of doom looking very similar to funeral directors who carry away a corpse ;These guys also cart away a lost life. I've experienced both , neither was a pleasant experience, You're left with a big empty space where once life used to thrive.

This is a song I wrote about the men in black those dreaded debt collectors. They arrive like dark shadows of doom looking very similar to funeral directors who carry away a corpse ;These guys also cart away a lost life. I've experienced both , neither was a pleasant experience, You're left with a big empty space where once life used to thrive.

HEAVEN SENT This is a song I wrote after seeing an old friend that I've known for ever and "never" the reason I say that is due to us becoming now almost strangers after living in each others pockets for a life time, as they say familiarity breeds contempt as I get older I do begin to observe this in older companions.https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLVdBq6wMdF6uQZBZ9Tudc6-cWqqmP2Gk2tled

This is a song I wrote about the short but violent life of the gangster, racketeer and business man called "big Al Capone" who ruled the American Prohibition era boot-legging booze , brothel's and bars.He came out of the notorious Five Points slum district described as the "Hell’s Kitchen" of New York; the last bastion of Beelzebub. He basically murdered his way to the top , A six feet piece of terror and testosterone.who ended dying of neurosyphilis with mental age of twelve ; he spent all his time writing songs in Alcatraz with a quintet called the "Rock Islanders" a banjo jazz band who played for the jail birds on Sundays.

This is a ditty I wrote about the boy from Brixton "Bowie". The chameleon of creativity, the style Tycoon who pushed convention over a cliff ;My mother and father hated him and used to call him a looney toon with a head full of cartoons hence the chorus. But his iconic innovation shaped the world of pop, and that’s why I loved him then and now , even when interviewed you can see he was enjoying himself, he loved to lampoon, he once admitted that lying was a hobby a self mythicalisation to fool the press he was a genius