Biography of Neil Solan
Getting older and greyer and less optimistic by the day.
Neil Solan Poems
Monologue (Death Took My Baby Away)
If for just one second It had crossed my mind, That this morning's goodbye Would be the last time,
The Next Comma
One night at a time Is not quite enough, One whole night a week You call my bluff.
A Cat Called 'society'
A bucketful of mutiny and I can argue myself to sleep You my love can be dirty, you my love can be sweet You my love can be faithful, you my love can be closed You my love can be homespun
Romance In, Romance Out
Hot chocolate coats And cinnamon hats, Won't keep me from the cold, in fact There is just one reason
I'm a satyr it seems And I like to beat around the bush If you know what I mean; I'm a red-blooded male
'And this one will be England' God said, and he was pleased. 'They'll drink and smoke And smoke and fight,
Larceny Of Life
I want my money back, I don't want a bi-product Of your regrets and strife, It's nothing short of scandalous;
Smothering feeling, smothering feeling It hurts to be breathing, Hurts to be breathing.
My Lovely Leg Iron
You're my weed So what do you see? I house you And you choke me.
I am English and I stand proud, Proud of my shame - it's all part of the game, Malcontent, I stand with a smile, Why fight our way out? We've been here for such a while.
Just A Bagman
Drip.......Drip........Drip......... Goes the rainwater, dripping off of my head, I yielded to embarrassment long ago; When I made the street my bed.
Song For Summer
A day of tepid torpor Should surely follow this commited night, But when you live by the sword a disappointment You'd better ensure you die by it right.
Looking Forward To Death
Give me your cloak! Give it to me! Give me your poison anniversary. Now load me up with all you know and love,
The world is a beautiful place But it's filled up with things I'd much rather erase, If you want to lick a dead bird my friend,
My Dentist Friend
He has greased his hair
And brought along a script,
Don't be ashamed of your accent
Speak with pride from your lips.
Life was much easier
When I was a boy,
No poison breaking my ears
And noises came as a joy,