Lisa Finn Powell
My blogs
| Occupation | Writer, Singer, Choir Leader/Conductor and Accidental Expat |
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| Location | London |
| Introduction | I'd like to write: On top of Old Smokey all covered with snow, in the backseat of a greyhound bus rolling down highway 41, Hotel California-such a lovely place, down around the corner half a mile from here, halfway up the Hindu Kush, at Alice's Restaurant, Ipanema, fields of gold, under the boardwalk down by the sea on a blanket with my baby, between a rock and a hard place, between the devil and the deep blue sea, in a castle on a cloud, midnight at the oasis, in the midnight hour, in the middle of nowhere, up in my lonely room, 'neath the cover of October skies, Love Shack baby, somewhere over the rainbow way up high, in crosstown traffic, when Autumn leaves start to fall, Sweet home Alabama where the skies are so blue, when the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard, on a highway to hell, at the Copacabana North of Havana, with a cheeseburger in Paradise, when I'm 64 with a little help from my friends, where nobody knows your name, Electric Avenue, April in Paris, Scarborough Fair, all along the watch tower, where the grass is green and the girls are pretty, where the boys are, in Folsom Prison, here, there and everywhere, by a billabong under the shade of a Coolibah Tree. |
| Interests | Uninterrupted time to write, think, breathe. |