Lizzie Shirley singer and songwriter,  music and singing leader,  drama teacher and workshop leader, song arranger, actor, comedian and published poet.

Scotsman …’sings as sweetly as anyone in Edinburgh’

Time Out …’equally talented in both arts…a rare and ringing voice’.

5 Stars …’a blithe acoustic stance…utterly lovely’

South London Press : …’highly recommended’ …’a born performer’.



Available for performances of a political/Socialist set of radical songs, (including Brecht, anti-nuclear, Leon Rosselson, etc) In a performance called 'Sing and Survive'. with accompanist on piano.

And for performances as singer/songwriter - including political and social comment songs, love songs, and quirky fun songs.






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At Victoria there’s a station
And a fat boy is looking at a chip.

Someone blinks in disbelief at the train notice board,
And the weary station seat smiles in a knowing fashion.

On platform 2 the ghost train is empty
‘Cos noone can see it or imagine.

A pile of newspapers are shouting:
Read me I’m free!
Take me I’m free!
Believe me I’m free!
Love me I’m free!
Throw me away.

A weary traveler looks at the Lost Property Office that’s no longer there,
Eyes meet at platform eleven about a train time and the fare.
People sphagetti around,
Too close for seeing or knowing where they’re bound.

Eyes walk the plank into a sea of seething
Lost in loathing
There’s a glimpse of a chip once loved
Once eaten
Then down.
A pillow once dreamed on
Seeing a better train line
And a better notice board.

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