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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run run run run run run
the free feeling of running
Sends shivers down my hockey stick
On the wing
of a prayer
I dribble that hockey ball
here there and everywhere.
I know I run fast.
I love that sudden change of pace
I initiate
When they pass me the ball.
I love them cheering my name
As I dash past.
I am a horse let loose
From the stable.
I am a gypsy who can
Fling the flamenco
Around the pitch
And swing her hockey stick
Like a broom and a witch.
I swing it loosely and with whimsey
Around in the air
After not scoring
But not caring
Breathing fast in acknowledgement
Of a goal not scored
A path not trod.
And my hair has lost all purpose
A clip having dropped
Somewhere in the hockey grass.
I celebrate my non-scoring like a true Georgie Best
With all the rest
Of them cheering again.
And the teacher laughs inwardly,

CODA ( I can't hit the ball dead hard
Like Evangeline Payne
But she can't run fast like me.
She's a centre forward
I'm a natural winger.
She can play piano quite well,
But I'm a fucking great singer)

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