On the Seasons of the Ukulele we have a very talented artist who lives in Tasmania. Her name is Joo and she is the host of this week's "Season".

As she's very much a visual person, she suggested that this week our songs should be inspired by some of her artwork, which she displayed on our forum.

I was struck by this one of a weird looking family and came up with this song this morning in the waiting room in a Hospital in Barcelona where my partner was having a minor (successful) operation.

Instrument Ortega Guitalele #Artchallenge

LYRICS & CHORDS (Guitar players use Capo 5) INTRO: (C) (D) (Em)

(Em) Our new next door neighbours are a (D) weird (Em) bunch Like the worst imaginings of your (D) dreams They (Em) all share a face that (D) gives us the (Em) creeps That's (C) why we have (D) called them "The (Em) Screams"

Re(G)member that guy standing (A) on a (Em) bridge A (C) swirl of colour (A) lacking a sun (Em) beam (Em) Turning in horror to (D) look out at (Em) us His (C) face distorted (D) in an endless (Em) scream

(Em) The Screams next door, we've (D) never seen (Em) smile There's little in their behaviour that re(D)deems On (Em) Sundays they all walk out in a (D) single (Em) file They (C) obviously (D) have a tight re(Em)gime

They (G) go down to our church but they (A) sit like (Em) stones And (C) never join in (A) any of the (Em) hymns We've seen more life in (D) video (Em) games They're more (C) human in that (D) old one called "The (Em) SIMS"

(Em) We can only speculate what they (D) do at (Em) home If they have a hobby that their needs ful(D)fils Their (Em) kids are schooled by their (D) mother at (Em) home We (C) wonder what Dad (D) does to pay the (Em) bills

We're (G) so freaked out by this (A) creepy (Em) lot We're (C) contemplating (A) if we ought to (Em) move The (Em) air in our home you could (D) cut with a (Em) knife We can't (C) stand this gloomy (D) atmosphere of (Em) doom