Words and Music John Robson 2008

She’s playing around inside her head a mind full of colour
The random thoughts that manifest sometimes turn to gold
Francesca muses lonely in the afternoon light
Far from tabloid minds far farther as she goes
She’s an ancient soul passed down in time to where she’s standing now
So many lives so many dreams are flowing from her hands
And on approach of the crimson ghost she dips her fine haired wand
Into her palette of memory into a well of song

And the time is now Francesca feels at home
When the day is slow she lets her secrets known

She’s well versed in mythology she attends to her dreams
By morning light she is Aphrodite by dark she is the moon
The poets come to court her the minstrels come to play
She greets them all with cinnamon hyacinth and sage

And the time is now Francesca feels at home
When the day is slow she lets her secrets known

Dionysis plays guitar and sings from the vine
Francesca listens in as she dreams of other things
And on approach of the witching hour she dips her golden wand
Into her pagan heart into a well of song

And the time is now Francesca feels at home
When the day is slow she lets her secrets known.


” Francesca’s Room “

you can hear John’s powerfully evocative original songs on his MySpace page:

John L Robson debut c.d: Spade and the Boxman

John’s powerful and original music speaks for itself…. he has been writing at an extraordinary pace and will be doing a gig up here in Katoomba on Saturday October 3rd at Blackburn’s Hotel.

Come along for a great night of original music from many mountain musicians!

He has just released his first studio recording called “Spade and the Boxman” recorded by Eliot at songcavestudios in the Blue Mountains, Australia.


Here is a selection of his songs as MP3′ s ~ just click on each one to listen :

John L Robson “Wild Wind”

John L Robson “She’s Everywhere”

John L Robson “Francesca’s Room”


– if you would like to contact John about his music please  visit his MySpace page:

or email him:


“Wild Wind”

~ words and music John Robson 2008 ~


I hear the father in the wild wild wind

I feel his hand on the back of my skin

I see the sky forever foreboding

So is this a storm or a welcoming call….

There are shadows on the streets tonight

Silhouetted souls moving from the light

Trees are dancing as a wind drives through

So is this a storm or a welcoming call….

It’s a wild, wild wind

It’s a wild, wild wind

All God’s children are asleep tonight

Their eyes are closed but hearts are open

While I’m up howling at smoke and mirrors

and is this a storm or a break in the clouds…

It’s a wild, wild wind

It’s a wild, wild wind…

when to create and when to put it out there!

These past 5 months have been amazingly busy. The festive season came and went in the usual rush of feasting, sun, family, thanks-giving and travelling.

We have done a number of fabulous festivals including Woodford Folk Festival, and the wonderful Womadelaide just this weekend. We will be doing the Byron Bay Blues and Roots Festival for the first time in April which will be fantastic. And this weekend will see our own town of Katoomba host the increasingly popular Blue Mountains Music festival, featuring the inimitable Paul Kelly.

I have been utterly overwhelmed by the vast amount of encouragement and enthusiasm for my art work and designs by all the wonderful people attending these festivals – it truly does keep me going as an artist and I am so looking forward to winter when I can create in a bit of tranquility once again and then put all my endeavours out there to spread a bit of romance and nature magic into the world!

Below is a shot of the slightly disturbing but hypnotically engaging Wacko and Blotto in their natural habitat. Many a late festival night and early morning has been spent in front of their caravan, staring like stunned rabbits at the antics of these truly unforgettable dysfunctional clowns.

The Greatest Show on Earth

(Better than) The Greatest Show on Earth

In Conversation with Nick Cave

Nick Cave at The Arts Center \

John and Nick Cave

We went along to a great exhibition in Melbourne about Nick Cave which had been running for 5 months at The Arts Centre.

On the last day of the exhibition, to mark its close, Nick and Mick Harvey held 3 sessions for questions and answers from a small audience.

It was an incredible night to end what was a remarkable insight into the psyche and times of this unique artist. I have come to greatly appreciate and, I must say, admire Nick Cave and his very talented long-standing musical partner Mick Harvey for true originality and artistic integrity.

Both Nick and Mick responded to an array of questions with honesty and characteristic dark humour. This was more interesting to me than the answers themselves and I kind of got an insight into what it must be like to be a highly successful artist who is still able to maintain the necessary balance of distance and accessibility towards his audience.

Creating is such an intensely private process – more so sometimes with visual artists, so it was encouraging to hear about the processes of creativity for such an artist as Nick, as well as to see it first-hand in the typical paraphenalia an artist obsessively keeps and maintains to harness the flow of ideas and sometimes startling emotions and visions that harass one so much of the time. His journals and diaries and little sketches were wonderful to examine with the knowledge of the music which they in turn formed, and the exhibition and the conversation really further cemented my belief that it is creativity in humans and in Nature which is the Divine spirit shining through. His creative vision inspires just as it draws on this well of the collective unconscious.

“The Face of Glory” by Willian Anderson is a fascinating book which beautifully describes this notion, which I am currently reading. I highly recommend it to anyone with an interest in the creative psyche, and the idea of the Great Memory in the collective human psyche and in Nature.

So here is a photo of John with Nick – he got to play a pear shaker thrown to him by Mick Harvey ( we were in the 2nd row) on a song from “Dig Lazarus Dig” which they played at the end. They played a number of songs acoustically which was quite special, too.

See some footage of the exhibition here on YouTube…