SPICKS AND SPECKS by THE BEE GEES. Story by Tina Hocking.
The guest-house proprietors were an odd, mismatched couple, in their fifties, I’d guess – he, short, understated, a little creepy; she, a tall matronly type, usually sporting a well-practised smile.
SPIRIT IN THE NIGHT by BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN. Story by Simon Castles.
I've been to Greasy Lake many times in the thirty years I’ve liked Springsteen, even though it doesn’t exist.
SPIRIT IN THE SKY by NORMAN GREENBAUM. Poem by Craig Kirchner.
Billy McC. ate glass,/rolled out of moving cars and short trees,/wanted to be a stuntman,/had a plate in his head.
SPIRIT IN THE SKY by NORMAN GREENBAUM. Story by Emma Burgess-Gilchrist.
I've never been big on Jesus (or spirits in the sky) but dogs are sacred to me.
SPLENDID ISOLATION by WARREN ZEVON. Text by Vin Maskell
A song for the times. "I want to live alone in the desert/I want to be like Georgia O'Keefe/I want to live on the Upper East Side/And never go down in the street"
SPOOKY by DUSTY SPRINGFIELD. Love story by Lauren Twidle.
You lit a cigarette, and sucked it in, the smell of it flowing over me comfortingly, alongside the warbling voice of a singer I didn’t know.