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...