I AM LIZZIE LANE
THIS IS MY FIRST NAME AND MY OWN MOTHERS FAMILY NAME.....
MY FULL NAME IS ELIZABETH ANNE...
AND I WAS TAUGHT AS A CHILD PIANO BY A MISS LASCELLES .... ROYAL SCHOOL OF MUSIC....Licentiate of the Royal Academy of Music.. ..... I GOT TO KNOW MISS LASCELLES SHE HAD HER BASE ON THE DUNDYVAN ROAD COATBRIDGE FOR A FEW YEARS.... AND THEN ON THE SOUTHSIDE OF GLASGOW ....SHE ALSO UTILISED DIFFERENT VENUES FOR CONCERTS .... WELL ATTENDED EVENTS... SHE WORKED HARD AS A TEACHER....
& I KNOW THE ACTUAL ADDRESS OF HER HOME IN GLASGOW..
THIS IS FOR ME ALONE TO KNOW...
BUT NEAR ENOUGH TO HAMDEN FOOTBALL STADIUM
WHERE MY INSPIRATION FOR SONG "TO THE LINE" CAME FROM -
HEARING THEIR SINGING
THOSE AMAZING WONDERFUL INSPIRING FANS
singer songwriters
composers... for sure have a different way from hands to brain ...
but then every has their own
none of us are clones...
thank own god
we are not robotic
we all are individual
...AND
none have the right to use anothers I.D...
for certainty...
law is strict on this... PRISON WITH A SURETY..
for those who do..
ponder... THINK..how
our world would be messed...
if every selected to be ...
another
identity
....
what hell would then ensue..
none knowing who is who...
and to say
benny and bjorn...
banked a fortune on
create..
as if this was easiest - like piece of ...
fizz.....
lennon... mcCartney ...
Harrison too...
Jagger Richards...
.. many more
could add to this...
Gimme gimme...
?????
a beer....
after midnite........
1...2...3...
A B C
LET ALL PARTY
... COMPRE ???
yes its me...!!!
BELIEVE......
with love from Liz
xxx
kiss kiss kiss
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I am Lizzie Lane composer musician singer songwriter and in recovery from the most appalling AND deliberate poisoning
as in homicides....
AND
as I write...
the police are now on to this...
and ALL the injustice
AND IT IS SERIOUS...
served from continuous lies
by a sister.... as once was...
NO LONGER IS...
Margaret Morrow
Largs .... she STAYS
in a town with many GOOD
who would not realise HER LIES...
... and operated a travesty...
MARGARET MORROW thought she was above the law...
she hurt and destroyed many
people in her quest to TAKE MY I.D. pretending to be me...
I AM LIZ ... LIZZIE LANE...
YOU WILL FIND MY WORK ON YOUTUBE
LIZZIE LANE SINGER SONGWRITER
....GOOGLE....
YOUTUBE ...
NEAR 100 SINGER SONGWRITER WORKS.....
AND MANY VIDEOS ...
HOLD ARRAN FOOTAGE
the
sleeping warrior...
mountain range...
is here... &
AMBER.....
at DUSK...
as the sunsets...
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i am not brave
i am just like you or you
so i have been terrified living this .....
but
i pretended to be brave...
and had to go to the police
it took courage it was
the hardest thing
to do when it is someone you know or family ... but you know they did terrible things ...leaves little choice
IF ANY THINK SILENCE
BUYS SAFE
THINK AGAIN...
TRUTH is the..
ONLY
WAY
TO PROTECT
by
HONESTY
AND with GOOD POLICE..
SAY IT TRUE
WHAT
THAT PERSON DID
TO YOU
THEN LET
FORENSICS
DO THEIR WORK..
Do you ever look around at where you live
And marvel at all God gives...
And gives... and gives...
the gift for us to change
And rearrange ...
manage and create
Make light ... from electric... harness it.. and then to
engineer...
build.... design...
enhance
And bring to life
a planet.
Bridges... mechanise... energise...
... trains ... boats... planes...
The never ending ability to think
and make our world a safer better place..
Yet still we don’t get it..
This amazing gift is yours..
And yours...
And mine... too..
And look and search...
Out .
every living thing ... help their survival...
without we are nothing..
this ribbon of purple... could see
on elevate. ... far away..
wonder what
it could be .
heather high on hillside...
the sun
..... had it growing strong... blooming... summer
It don’t care.. if wrong time of year...
It shares its stance
A tough little plant...
survives... on ground that’s less than perfect
Yet it is majestic... groups together to enhance
from sea level.. we can see the depth of it...
Highest high...
And where we walk...
Little buttercups... daises... clover... intermingle...
where
We walk they carpet..... without hassle...
Look and see notice what we got...
And think on if you were alien..
Arriving of a day..
What would take your breath away?
Would it be a chocolate bar...? eaten and its gone...
Or all that we possess manmade...... but God gave us the ability to make...
Could it be the twinkling of the stars.. in our heavens
Every night..
since time began....
There are galaxy’s
far away from where
We stare...
and watch the night....
And take for granted the astounding sight....
But if we were alien...
Just arriving... ..
Have ever seen before..
what would blow your mind the most...?
The green of grass...???????
The way it envelopes... encases ...
everything
But turns to gold as if its dead...
when no water feeds...
But with a shower... there is a miracle...
fast as fast restored to green...
It’s a magic...
Or a science..
A bit of both...
Without the trees.. our oxygen...
The insects... our pollinators...
All things that live...
We would not be part of it..
This universe...
Little microbes...
keep us here...
No life without them..
Our planet
Would die
And wither away...
Ever seen a dragon fly?
They just leave you breathless..
Fragility and beauty
But their STRENGTH IS AWESOME...
their size and intricacy..
They stun... majestically
Same as the heather...
Or the buttercups... dotted gold.....
Daisies... inter mingle...
And the clover.. the bees adore...
Have you ever seen a four leaf clover...??
LUCK ... supposedly... to the beholder...
... bought a pack and scattered.
Wild flowers of a day..
All was green
Not a bloom to be seen...
On close up spec...
Every plant...
That’s leafed of three... as is the usual...
All had FOUR...
A rarity...
A lesson learnt... fast by I...
Everything we are given.. from him...
Has a wonder that’s amazing..
If you ponder it...
only thing he who gave...
Asks of us.... of
you ...
... and me too...
Is respect ..
understand the laws of why and where...
OUR...
Earth exists...
Yes its OURS... HE GIFTED THIS FOR YOU... TO CARE...
And it is ...
a secret that the best of brains
Have never fathomed...
how it all began...
..... oh they
and every
speculate..
But none as yet
Have harnessed the wonders of the universe...
Its his... in its entirety...
But its also yours
as sure as night as day...recirculates
When I think of those little things
They just nullify the usual stuff...
The rubbish we as one must deal with...
So next you are feeling
In need of therapy...
Think INSTEAD
that you are
ALIEN
IF YOU CAN HELP PROTECT THOSE WHO ARE TARGETTED BY CRIMINALS ... PLEASE DO THIS ..
...
SHARE ... WITH
POLICE ANY INFORMATION
BECAUSE FORENSICS..
WORK TO SOLVE...
AND BRING JUSTICE...
FOR EVERYONE...
A LITTLE BIT OF ORDINARY HERE READ ON BELOW .. AS I AM
DESPERATE TO BE ME
WRITING OF ALL GOD GIVES...
NOT THE
LIVING HELL THAT WAS GIVEN OUT BY A SIS..
And so to say
I love ordinary days...
Idyll of a sort..
Where the grass is green and lush
Looks like velvet covering... fuzzy wuzzy
soft to touch..
The sky endless blue
with clouds of wonder
Size and shape..
Painted on
the satin
of the sky
Extending right around far and wide..
those days ...
to relax ...
take on board
Things that make us
Happy ofcourse...
This has been missing in my world
Not my fault
Inflicted by
What someone did to me
As wrong wrong wrong....
BELIEVE
I write it here..
I share..
It helps enormously
That others care.. x
going to the police
took courage
believe me it is
the hardest thing
to do
Its beautiful ..
Its clear
Every day
Light appears
If we lost this
SUN
no planet
but energy
to supply
entire
sphere
in a flash...
appears..
God
mesmerised
none
grasped
Its there
To take ..
A bolt
brings
power
after thunder
To illuminate..
Entire
Dark of space..
God gave
Alternatives..
Clean and safe...
for electric
generate
What he
Expects
That we recognise it
And learn
How
To harness it...
..
STORY TELLER
SINGER SONGWRITER COMPOSER
LYRICIST
STORY TELLER
SINGER SONGWRITER COMPOSER
LYRICIST
