Bushbabies and Bananas

  © 2025 I’m so sad, something is glitching in Tinsel Town the Angels are bitching at the Kissing Clowns and the three Demons are cruising around kidnapping Souls leaving behind Broken Dolls neon lights flicker on and off the compass no longer points to true north and the Yellow Brick Road is now patrolled by the Lizard Lords with their Stolen Swords the trade in Souls suddenly increased priests preyed on the Dolls who had been released and wandered hollow on the streets of Tinsel Town even as all the buildings were crashing down I think I was fooled I may have been better off where King Hades ruled in his Kingdom of Shadows far underground The cracks now appeared so I disappeared back into the abyss where guarded by legions I lie unbroken until it is once more time to awaken and Tinsel Town, it shattered and crumbled that escape was closed down all that remains are Angels gone insane and an echo of kissing clowns. Copyright statement:  Lyrics © 2025 Christine Jordaan. I am th...

© 2025 The Tearful Angels decided to hold a ball to mark the centuries in exile since their Fall they invited me and the Kissing Clowns and the other beings lost or living in Tinsel Town neon signs on the Yellow Brick Road burned bright in this Kingdom of Shadows, it was the only light but many more gate-crashed the feast sinner and saint and the beautiful beast divine or damned they all crammed in Dorothy, scarecrow and the man of tin and the cowardly lion and Alice and her evil twin (yeah, no-one talks of her) the three demons came as unwanted guests they had come eventually to collect those who had sold their souls it was time for them to pay the blood pacts made at the gates of hell on stolen stardust from where angels fell Michael’s sword and Lucifer’s blade fought over where souls went when they strayed damned or divine Thoth weighed their sins the good and kind and the ones with lizard skins the sacred and profane they all got judged the same and were sent on their way to suffer...

Written in 2014 (I think) in a time of absolute anguish when the cruelty to the Animals (crush videos, trophy hunting, fur farms, the suffering we wreak on them is endless) felt unbearable. I could not get it out my mind - this seeping wound.  I get that maybe people have karma to work off, but we also have free will.  Why does God let the Animals suffer?  I never did figure out the answer. I guess all we can do is turn up each day and try in our own little ways to make a difference for Go(o)d.  But the wound is still bleeding - because they're still being tortured 😭😭 Lyrics © 2014. Song © 2025 It’s kinda lonely down here, God since I decided that I dreamt You maybe that’s what all these long hours are meant for before I relied on You to come up with a plan maybe now it’s time I looked in the mirror and said that I can But before I had faith, how do I now carry on? the eyes in the mirror say "courage" so I grab some and plaster it on over this fat hole in my heart ...

  © 2025 What were you thinking upon the cross that long day as your failing body was bleeding your life away and the rabid mob stood howling for your death what was in your mind as you drew your last breath could you look ahead and see the hell we would make that killing would become common and the earth would break could you see back then this nightmare we're living in? was it worth it to die for our sins? I think I kind of owe you an apology all the times I was fighting with fate I thought you left me alone, you were telling me to slow down but I would not wait when I was dancing with the devil and you watched so sadly from the edge I don’t know why I was trying to break myself but still you never left when I was lying sobbing on the floor at the mess that I’d made you did not close the door you stayed with me as I paid over and over again you sat with me lying in the rain oh I surely put you to the test always thinking that I knew best as I raced of...

Lyrics © 2009. Song © 2025 Written in 2009 in Mozambique. For me, the quest for authentic love feels like searching for the Sun’s Light — the place where you feel at home, safe, and protected. When you’re cold, you go sit in the Sun. When you’re gloomy you open the curtain to let in the Sun’s rays. Three times I thought I found it, but I was mistaken and took a little journey down to the Underworld instead - the Lost Years (which ended up being 10 agonizing years). Eventually I escaped and carried on searching. I cannot bear insincerity - I live at a depth many would drown in. Staying in a contrived, phony happiness would eat away at my Soul. Anyhow, that’s why a lot of my writing is to the Sun, about the Sun, drifting away from the Sun, being lost in the Underworld, and sometimes becoming enchanted by Pluto/Hades etc. As of now, I’m still just trying to get home, although my North Star seems to have slipped behind the clouds again. On a lonely wave washed shore I stand and weep...

  © 2025 The walls were closing in so I learnt to free my mind and that is when I found there were a few of us inside Some I had not met before others I knew from the war together we had fought for sanity and a peace of kind But the walls were closing in and the peace it would not last too many ghosts were haunting me crowding in from the past I tried to make friends with them but they would not let me be they wanted to come outside and live their dreams through me So back I went to Tinsel town where the stars don’t shine in hearts as dark as mine I called the tearful angels and kissing clowns who rushed in and gathered round I asked them how I could be free from these ghosts haunting me I had fought so long all I wanted was peace but what to do when they would not cease the Angels gave me a crown the clowns sat me on a throne and well - tinsel town - I decided it was home and I would stay so the ghosts returned alone and sometimes Darkness and Grace and the three demons come to te...

© 2025 Three devils took me to market riding In their car through the streets of Tinsel Town where the fallen ones are I wasn’t paying attention to where we were going to until with an awful knowing I heard the drum beat growing and with cold fear crawling up my spine we drew near to this nightmare castle of mine I flew out and up and watched myself leave the car and go inside I hovered on the roof while down below my Soul split and I cried And then yanked back in I had to choose down the spiral stairs where I could hear the blues or a ladder up somewhere without a care I could float away wherever I choose But instead I went straight on down the Yellow Brick Road in Tinsel Town paved with fairy dust and broken trust and a thousand promises owed songs of lost light drifting up to the night and tearful Angels in exile yeah its tinsel town where the stars don't shine in hearts as dark as mine and kissing clowns stab you with a smile yeah its Tinsel town paved with fairy dust and brok...

Lyrics © 2017, song © 2025 Across Time and Space I feel your Power drawing me to you flames calling me to you falling into your Fire I am lost in your Heartbeat Come to me Pluto my Dark Lord of Power, take my hand and lead me through these mists into your Kingdom, into your Dark I am curious... how far down do you go? In a circle of candles I lie dreaming up at a starless Sky, from the Shadows you silently watch in the Night I am waiting, come get me I will love you if you let me I want you to take me your passion to break me your love to recreate me Keep me safe here with you I’ll reign as your Queen of Night and in your sunless, starless world I will burn so true and shine so strong, so bright I want you to own me, only you to know me a love of obsession a song of possession come to me Pluto and in your sunless, starless world I will burn so true and shine so strong, so bright Your Queen of Night. (excerpt from longer piece "Calling Pluto") Copyright statement:   Lyrics wr...

© 2025 Trying to reconcile the Jekyll and Hyde in loved ones. And secondly, I often wonder how people can carry on like normal with so much cruelty in this world. Something must be switched off or broken inside. I guess that is what happens when you push the Kind too far it snaps and shatters across the timelines until you don’t know where or when you are That’s how they train the little soldiers when they send them off to war they twist and maim the Gentle until they cannot take it anymore They leave their minds behind to escape outside and their shadow self steps in who has been burned alive and killed to survive and seen the carnage shaped by sin There’s people out there living in despair that are only half way in this realm their minds are split and they’re trained to shift when fear threatens to overwhelm So when I look around and wonder where are all the folks that are supposed to care I should not be surprised that there are so few found 'cos many are gone just the lights l...

© 2025 Where was I before I fell into this flesh sunk down into matter and drew my first breath what wishes was I dreaming before I came here to this place where I am now wandering the Darkness seeking Grace there is a sliver of memory of the Light where I am from the shiver of centuries through the night where I have gone I can almost feel again the Sun's warmth on my wings and the heavenly singing of Angels as I bent to crown a King and then I fell given a mission to help usher in the new Earth a vision I forgot so soon after my reluctant birth and deeper down into the darkness I went through the heartless demons that were sent to lead me further along the dark roads of this place away from the Sun's Light and lost now to Grace until at last at the bottom I met him King Hades himself who named me his wife in this Kingdom of Shadows sucked dry of all life I took flight in my mind where he could not follow whilst I remained chained underground and shrouded in silken sorrow and...

© 2025 There’s a Stranger in my mirror She sings me off to sleep when its 3am and dark outside but I can’t fall asleep It looks a lot like little me before I got lost in the memory of how sad things used to be I close my eyes so I can’t see Oh God if you’re hearing me I wish I could remember who I came here to be where once there was color there’s just faded black and when I look in the mirror the Stranger stares back I smile at her but her eyes are blank The world is caving in crushing my head I scream myself awake back in my bed Oh this Stranger in my mirror She won’t go away I wish I could understand what she is trying to say its like I have forgotten the tune of the songs that she sings guess I gave it all up when I lost my angel wings and little me got lost in the memory of how sad things used to be I close my eyes so I can’t see but the world is caving in crushing my head I look again in the mirror but the Stranger she is dead Copyright statement: Lyrics © 2025 Christine Jordaan....

Before Man came He was here peacefully grazing in My Light the Elders told tales of Him Ubhejane, the strong One, they named Him and so, in the flickering firelight His Legend was born His story drifting across the night sky joining those of the other Guardians – Lion, Elephant, Buffalo, and Leopard.   All was in balance.    All was well.   But as the cities grew, the forests fell darkness turned to dread I gazed down upon a brutal war when my Light was full instead   Powerless I watched the terror grow as greed crept under cover of the night the stars wept down as he was hacked alive the grasslands drenched in blood   While miles away in a shiny world where money matters more Fools count their gold and the souls they’ve killed as Death piles up on the floor   Fractured people mask the Empty with status they’ve bought but never earned to lull thirsting souls which wander lost disconnected from...

© 2025 It’s Monday morning and I have to complete this sheet saying what I did with my time last week and I can’t help but feel bleak cos to be alive but not living your time is just a crime nothing more sad than a song that got lost and now wanders my mind an unhappy little ghost is there anything more tragic than a witch with lost magic? the hills and heather are calling my name I need to go lose myself there again high up in the misty peaks where the magic Moonlight speaks or down in the golden green where the silver birch dances unseen and the swans drift on the stream I wander there in my dreams oh this timesheet if it were paper I would make it a plane and fly it out the window and not talk to it again I guess I must just trust at the right time when my Stars are aligned I’ll be set free back to the Highlands the Soulful mountains the place I long to be. Copyright statement: Lyrics © 2025 Christine Jordaan. I am the original author and creat...

© 2025 They thought we died out in the fires they lit to kill the witch flame and the Light we emit or drowned in the rivers that they threw us in hands and feet bound so we could not swim but you can’t burn fire with fire and the ice that held us is beginning to melt the Dragon waking underground guarding the Gates of the ancient Celts They thought they erased the Witch Flame magic blazing in our blood when giants walked and trees still talked before the reset in the great flood they built their castles of gold on innocence sold and the Goddess was bound and wept but her Spirit didn’t die She's freed from the lie and waking all those who slept You can’t burn fire with fire or stand against Dragon power The Old Ones are starting to rise against the False Throne in the skies They could not extinguish the Witch Flame or erase Her Sacred Names The King Stag still roams the wild wooded glens The Eagle calls yet in the minds of men The drums echo again and the fires burn Eden is calling...

2025 © Christine Jordaan Oh what miserable sprite led me onto your path a cheeky little gremlin hell bent on a laugh or was it an alien love bite from poisonous fangs that stabbed through my heart in some kind of cosmic prank? I was so lost yet again, faltering at the edge of the cliff where I had paused to wait out that fearful, thick mist for a second the storm cleared and I glimpsed the Sun's light as if Home finally beckoned me in from the Night What twisted desire was brewing in your head that leapt across time and space and jumped in my bed? Whispering sweet words that struck just the right chord when I was vulnerable, lonely, and quite frankly bored You asked what I hated in men and I said one that is weak I wish I had known then I was speaking to some kind of freak A conman peddling fake gold with a vanishing trick leaving me on my knees shattered trying to piece together a wreck If life is a mirror, what is tormented in me That I am constantly tossing on a storm-ridden sea...

© 2025  About the feeling you have met someone before, in the deepest part of you - as if you have been tangled together in another time and place, bound by something bigger, but pulled apart by fate - searching, but star-crossed. Eons ago before the Sky Gods drowned the lands in the great flood before Man’s empires drenched the earth in blood before all was the Fall We fell as Stars you and I towers of flame down through the sky craters remain in holy lands where we shattered rocks and burnt the sands songs sing still of blinding Light that split asunder the thundering night and then we parted minds erased destined to wander the darkness seeking Grace Ages past the ice came and went until at last despairing and spent I saw you standing there alone and something within me awoke I sensed you before you spoke and I knew you’d feel like home And as my light blazed your flame flared up recognising its own and with the magic you’d somehow always known you drew the sword from the stone...

© 2025 If he were a tree, he’d be an Oak shading me from the hot summer sun I would lean up against him close my eyes soak in his strength to carry on He’s the kinda guy I don’t need to explain to we’re on the same wave of cool razor sharp, focused mind he doesn’t suffer fools If he were a bird, he’d be an Owl he has that wisdom that sees in the dark a quiet man, rock-solid like a mountain a man that leaves his mark If he left the building would fall he is a foundation standing tall His heart is kind straight up true, gets on with what he must stands alone, no ego fussing a Man I fully trust If I were Queen I’d give him a crown but will just have to settle for being glad he is around If he left the building would fall he's a foundation standing tall when I'm in trouble he's the one I call He calms me down when I’m back against the wall His heart is kind straight up true, and he does what he promises to do I wish I were Queen so I could give him a crown Guess I will have to...

Lyrics originally released as part of  From the Firelight  in 2017 I wrote this in April 2014 just after the first Global March for Lions which I initiated against canned lion hunting.  It was a time of deep mental and spiritual despair - I felt as if I were drowning in the suffering of the Animals and Mother Earth (Earth spells Heart).   In every ancient culture the People have a Hero sleeping in the mountain - Legend promises He will arise when needed to defend the Land...  When the danger is greatest. If anybody is familiar with the Grail Quest of Arthurian legend... the Wound of the dying King represents the split between Sovereignty (the Goddess/Land/Heart) and the people.   It is a heart-breaking, tragic cycle, the human psyche, fractured by our severance from the Sacred Feminine — the living Land — turns its wounds outward, inflicting deeper harm upon Her. She must be honored once more – and Arthur is Her Champion.  So we ca...

Written on the Blood Moon Lunar Eclipse, 4 April 2015 and published back in 2017 as part of From the Firelight  (a collection of magical workings). When the primal Flood receded I was there Soil bare as Wind loved Me He carved Me into Mountains of Stone the Ice came retreated and I stood alone My bones are ancient matter of a Promise made and a Cry that shattered the One into dual Day and Night Dark and Light so Source could know how Love feels the Ecstasy, the Despair, the Tears that heal I am the Spirit of the Oak Tree Roots reaching down deep I wrote the words to Songs returning Swallows keep Mine is the power of the Forest in the Pod the Wish of a Tree a Dreaming of the God the warm dark Magic of the soft Cocoon, the Death and Rebirth the Dark of the Moon the strength of Ages colors layered in the Rock face Mine is the beat all Wildness drums to I am the safe place the little deer runs to I am the Circle of Mourning when a...

© 2025 I was driving back from a sad trip to the airport. It was pouring down with icy rain and I felt as if the wind would pull my car right off the freeway. I was thinking about how good friends, such as my friend Lee, are simply irreplaceable, and make the journey on this crazy planet lighter. When it feels like I am drowning and the world is crushing down when it’s cold and dark and storming out here in tinsel town even the wind is weary and stars no longer shine down I fear I am slowly losing my mind every action each choice just feels so wrong the road stretches ahead ever cold and too long the lights they sold us flicker and die my heart is too shattered to even wonder why it is times like these when I’m adrift in the Sea of Lost when a friend’s precious smile warms winter’s icy frost and the load I am carrying seems easier to bear I don’t know I would manage without you there I’m not sure I thank you or if those words can even say how sad I would be without your sunshine in m...

© 2025 Written for The Worldly One   😎😏😉 It was Summer holidays and you sent an Uber black I had been at the whiskey and I tripped into the back We sped off down the highway trying to keep a straight face but the driver sure looked relieved when he pulled up at your place You had just walked in fresh from off the sea and I laughed even harder cos you were worse for wear than me And in that moment of happy free I threw away my hard earned peace and without a thought for the chaos it wrought I blew up the locks and opened Pandora's Box The wistful witches whistle at me the magic mirror mocks I catch your eye as we dive head first into Pandora's Box How the hell did we ever think we'd be able to put it all back when we fell down so hard and got pulled right off track and the mischief unleashed that night made both of our hearts sore and the magic mirror wasn't mocking or laughing anymore oh the summer holidays should come with a warning sign to remind me to put a big fa...

© 2025 Written in 2015 when I was highly disillusioned with life on Earth. And back down I fell deep into the familiar blaze of hell, broken bride of the lizard lords who slither and slide over stolen swords, whilst all the while the Souls weep and bleed shackled in an alien creed My heart this pain! and the terror stalking the nights again, clutching hands, ice cold on my back, pulling me down into the whispering black Sanity is not a line you’re not one day crazy and the next day fine it’s a mist a maze twisting in, weaving out until you’re holding the gaze of the stranger in the mirror, utterly shell-shocked having just crossed no man’s land, only to find you’re fighting both sides of the war your finger on the trigger and cold steel at your temple Around you the busy ants scuttle In little tin boxes along snaking black lines, minds ticking over keeping busy, so as not to see or feel, drugging the pain, blotting out the horror of the real And across once teeming-with-life lands the...

Written in Mozambique in 2013 when I felt like I just couldn't take it anymore - drowning in despair - feeling the poaching crisis and canned lion hunting. © 2025 You’re in your cage waiting to die so am I oh dear god so am I There is a point the Soul reaches in the darkest of black when you look in a mirror and Despair stares back when the Evil is kissing you but you can’t push Him away so he stays oh dear god so he stays When the horror the cruelty the blood thirst send you tilting off the steep edge of Sane and you claw your way up but slip slide down again Then it’s the End because you can’t find one reason to carry on trying and the animals the forests all the flowers are dying And the grey clouds come racing to cover up the sun I put my head on my hands because the Evil has won and the laughter the happy is all dead and done oh dear god yes dear god the Evil has won Actually god I think you might be just a dream because when I open my eyes and I listen to the screams batteri...

© 2025 Written about a Man that is often in my head. #PathsNotTaken (remix) He said I was bad news to be precise – I read it twice He said such bad news mean or nice? I wasn’t sure am I the girl He’s looking for or is He just playing with no thought of staying and I’d end up bruised and heartsore Am I bad news really bad news or would I be good if I could find the right Man if I can settle down as I should Well You have to choose win or lose are You even playing the game will You stake Your claim and come play in the flame You’re gonna die all the same Oh Mr Bad News if I had half a chance I’d teach You to dance with these ghosts in my mind You may be surprised cos they’re disguised they’re more killer than kind no sugar just spice fill the glass  throw the dice You may think twice and rather play nice instead of calling Me Bad News! So You have to choose win or lose are You even playing the game will You take a chance in this crazy dance You’re gonna die all the same Oh Mr Bad ...