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I should point out that if the quality of these recordings leaves much to be desired, none of them was ever intended for public broadcast (with the exception of the Andrew Savage rendition of Be Good To Yourself). Though I never had any aspirations to become a performer, I had hoped some of them would be taken up by performers, commercial or otherwise, but apart from Andrew...I may one day commission MIDI or other tracks of some of the recordings and sheet music on this page but for now my readers - both of them - will have to take what is on offer. I am most grateful to Rob Becker of RDB Media whose editing and enhancement was inavaluable, although even he couldnít make a silk purse out of a sowís ear.

 

A Song For The Trees

When I was a young man
There were trees around here,
Forest and woodland,
And the waters were clear,
But that is all gone now and so far away,
No woodlands or waters to hunt, fish or play,
And as I grow older I look to the day
When the trees are no more,
Only memíries of your,
Can this happen somehow?
Is it going to now?

But whoíll sing for the trees when the forests have fled?
Whoíll shout of their green when the mountains are dead?
Come all you good people, we canít let them die,
Thereís still time to save them - if we all try.

The lions and cheetahs
That we see in the zoo,
Tigers and hyenas,
And the antelope too,
They all face extinction because of Manís greed,
There isnít much time now, so Mammon take heed:
Your silver is worthless, your gold we donít need
When the flora is gone,
And the fauna is done,
This is happening now,
We must stop it somehow...

But whoíll sing for the trees when the forests have fled?
Whoíll shout of their green when the mountains are dead?
Come all you good people, we canít let them die,
Thereís still time to save them - if we all try.

At one time there were so
Many wales in the sea,
But hunted high and low,
Soon no longer will be,
Great tankers while travelling back from the Capes
Spill ton after ton of crude oil in their wakes
Polluting the oceans and rivers and lakes,
Still the ships dump their oil,
The environment spoil,
This is happening now,
Can we stop it somehow?

But whoíll sing for the trees when the forests have fled?
Whoíll shout of their green when the mountains are dead?
Come all you good people, we canít let them die,
Thereís still time to save them - if we all try.

Life in connurbations
Is at such a fast pace,
But men of all nations
Whatsoever their race
Must all join together and work to preserve
The flora and fauna of our Mother Earth,
We donít have a vast and unending reserve
Of these things to enjoy
So we must not destroy,
We can save them somehow
If we start working now

So letís work for the trees and the woodlands to save,
Or their beauty will go in our time to the grave,
For the sake of our children we canít let them die,
Thereís still time to save them, if we all try.


Adamís Rib

Woman of the Night,
Sister to the Snake,
Stealer of the Light,
How many hearts you break.

Your wantonness is beauty,
You never seem to tire
Of luring us from duty
And fuelling our desire.

Woman of the Dark,
Enticing me to bed,
For you Cain bears his Mark,
For you his tears are shed.

You realised I was searchiní,
You even guessed what for,
You promised me a virgin,
Then came to me a whore.

Woman of my Spring
When Love was all around
I felt your passions sting
As you dragged me to the ground.

Ten years my wounds donít heal,
Youíve left my head a wreck;
What would I give to feel
My hands around your neck?

Woman from the dawn
Of time, so false and glib,
Long may men curse the spawn
Who sprang from Adamís Rib.

Woman so sincere,
Weíre always taken in,
But scratch off your veneer
To touch the Devilís skin!


Airport In Autumn

La,
La, la, la,
La, la, la,
La, la, la.

La,
La, la, la,
La, la, la,
La, la, la.

Airport in Autumn,
The wind rising slow,
Your aircraftís departing,
Ad Iím flying low,
And soon Iíll be grounded,
Then where will I go,
And what will I do
Living apart from you?

Airport in Autumn,
The wint-e-ry breeze
Brings tears to my eyes
And I stifle a sneeze,
My body is frozen,
My mind ill at east,
For what will I do,
Living apart from you?

I know thereíll be no turning back,
But Iím still under your spell,
For you the outlook is black,
But for me, the future will be Hell.

La, la, la, la, la, la,
La, la, la, la, la,
La, la, la, la, la, la,
La, la, la, la, la.

Airport in Autumn,
The sky turning grey,
The wind rising slow,
The jumbo is flying
My loved one away,
My head is on fire,
My feet, they are clay,
for what will I do,
Oh what will I do,
Tell me what will I do
Living apart from you?

[Click here for explanatory note.]


Alleycats


Another Lonely Saturday Night

Workiní like a dog until the weekend,
Friday night clock off, go home, crash out,
Too tired to dress up and go to a dance,
Stay home aní watch TV,
Wish I had somebody who would spend the time with me.

Do my wash and shoppiní come the mornin,
Laze around the house all afternoon;
Like to put on a suit and tie,
Score with a chick like any normal guy,
But I know whatíll happen if I try for sure,
So I donít even think about it anymore.

And itís just another lonely Saturday night,
While other guy are ridiní with their girls in cars,
I try to kid myself Iím all right,
Donít wanna haunt the wine and the disco bars.
Itís just another wasted weekend,
Iím like a winter squirrel stuck in his drey,
Iím sittingí here wishiní my life away,
At twelve oíclock I turn out the light,
And try not to think about another lonely Saturday night.

Itís just another lonely Saturday night...

Dur, dur, dur, dur, dur, dur, dur, dur, dur, dur...

Every good boy deserves favour,
And every man deserves to have a lady love,
I didnít want a goer or a raver,
Just someone I could cherish would be enough.
I always was the one was neglected,
And even when I acted bold,
They laughed at me, and I was rejected,
I tried to come on through,
And take a philosophical view,
But I always ended out in the cold.

Now itís just another lonely Saturday night,
While other guy are ridiní with their girls in cars,
I try to kid myself Iím all right,
Donít wanna haunt the wine and the disco bars.
Itís just another wasted weekend,
Iím like a winter squirrel stuck in his drey,
Iím sittingí here wishiní my life away,
At twelve oíclock I turn out the light,
And try not to think about another lonely Saturday night.

Itís just another lonely Saturday night...

Dur, dur, dur, dur, dur, dur, dur, dur, dur, dur...

Etc, fade.


Aphroditeís Child

Little girl, lookiní so lonesome,
Donít you know where you are from?
Little girl, all on her own-some,
Lookiní for a time and place where sheíll belong.
Her Mamma was a beauty queen,
But she didnít treat her right,
Aní now sheís turniní seventeen
Sheís begun to see the light,
To see that there is
No love for Aphroditeís Child,
Runniní free with the wind in her hair,
No love for Aphroditeís Child,
Mammaís never had the time to care,
No love for Aphroditeís Child,
No love for Aphroditeís Child,
No love for Aphroditeís Child.

Little girl, donít you know where youíre goiní?
Canít you see the way?
Little girl, I can see the hurt is showiní,
Donít you be so afraid,
Your Daddy was a movie star,
He never had the time
To love you right, thatís why you are
So bitter in the prime
Of your life,
No love for Aphroditeís Child,
Runniní free with the wind in her hair,
No love for Aphroditeís Child,
Daddyís never had the time to care,
No love for Aphroditeís Child,
No love for Aphroditeís Child,
No love for Aphroditeís Child.

Little girl, you were dead when they found you,
Hanging in the air,
Little girl, I suppose you were bound to
Do something drastic if you could not bear
The way you were treated,
Itís a tragedy and a cryiní shame,
But who is at fault, yeah who is to blame
That there was
No love for Aphroditeís Child,
No love for Aphroditeís Child,
No love for Aphroditeís Child.


April Fools

You know the world is full of losers,
So you neednít look so sad,
And beggars canít be choosers,
But itís really not so bad,
Itís a rainy day in April,
And youíre getting wet right through,
But youíre just another rain-soaked April Fool.

You know for every superhero
There is a none too handsome rogue,
For every Caesar thereís a Nero,
A guy whoís always out of vogue,
Okay, youíre nuthiní special,
But many serve, few rule,
So I guess youíre just another April Fool.

Itís no use wishing your life away,
For dreams and wishes are manifold,
And often only emptiness they hold;
Itís no use chasing a fantasy,
You have to live with reality,
At the end of the rainbow
Youíll find disillusion just as likely as a crock of gold.

So the world just keeps on turning,
And the wheel of life goes round,
For fame and fortune there are so many yearning,
But very few are found,
But thereís no reason to feel so bad,
Just think of all the good times that youíve had,
And remember (when it gets you down) the golden rule,
Youíre just another April Fool.

Yes, the world just keeps on turning,
And the wheel of life goes round,
For fame and fortune there are so many yearning,
But very few are found,
But thereís no reason to feel so bad,
Just think of all the good times that youíve had,
And remember (when it gets you down) the golden rule,
Youíre just another April Fool.


Be Good To Your Lady

Be good to your lady,
Donít go makiní her cry.
Donít chide or abuse her,
Take for granted or use her.

This world is full
Of sad, lonely men;
Youíre lucky to have her,
Remember that when

Youíre alone with your lady,
Or youíre out on a date,
So donít you go hurt her,
And donít you desert here.

The grass may look greener
On the other side,
But donít lose her, brother,
You may not ever find another.

Be good to your lady,
Let her know that you care,
Make her feel that you need her,
And donít ever mistreat her.

If you should ever get angry with her,
And make her cry,
She might leave you and run to
Some other guy,
So be good to your lady,
Be good to your lady...


Be Good To Yourself

When you wake up
Take a look in the mirror
And ask yourself
Do you like what you see?

Is the late night sup
Playiní hell with your liver?
Are your eyes goiní square
From too much TV?

When you wake up,
Do you relish the morniní
Or do you think instead:
Itís just another day?

Do you drink from lifeís cup
Or do you sit there yawniní
With a drum in your head
And hell to pay?

Nobody wants to be with you
When youíre lookiní down aní feeliní blue,
But thereís one thing that you can always do:
Be good to yourself.

Be good to yourself,
Donít live improperly,
The damage is soon done
Once the seed is sown,
Donít drink too much,
Look after your body,
Itís the only one
Youíll ever own.

Donít touch the weed,
Donít shoot, donít sniff glue,
And donít overfeed
Your appetite,
Take what you need,
Eat well and drink too,
But alwas heed
That extra bite.
Be good to yourself.

When you finish work
And youíre off for the weekend,
Do you go to ground?
Do you lie in bed?

Donít become a jerk!
Play squash with your best friend,
Spar a couple of rounds,
And take off that spread.

And when you socialise,
Donít go with women
Who are fast and free,
Youíve heard this before:

Be save, be wise,
To enjoy good liviní,
Donít need no cheap thrills,
Donít need no whore.

Thereís no magic formula to find:
Just donít let self-indulgence make you blind,
Take care of body, heart and soul and mind,
and be good to yourself.

(Repeat chorus: verses 6 and 7, and fade).

[The arrangement at the above link (such as it is) is mine rather than Andrewís; Iíve long since lost the ability to sight read, and chords were never my strongest point in any case!]

Click here to download the Andrew Savage recording of Be Good To Yourself


Believe In Music

I believe in flying saucers,
I believe in love,
I believe that one day Man will
Reach the stars above.

I believe in Galileo,
And Von Dšniken,
I believe the Universe
Expands without an end.
I believe in Father Christmas,
And in Father Time,
I believe there is no mountain
Man can never climb.
And I believe in freedom,
And I believe in music.

Music to be with me when Iím feeling low,
Music to be with me when Iím high,
Music to be with my children as they grow,
Music now until the day I die.
Music to be part of everything I do,
Take my spirit under its control,
Music for the people every race and hue,
Every living being, every soul.
Oh I believe in music,
Yes, I believe in music.

I believe that woman is the complement of man,
I believe in destiny, and in the Cosmic plan,
I believe that love will always triumph over hate,
I believe that in the stars is every mortalís fate,
And I believe in freedom,
And I believe in music.

Music to be with me when Iím feeling low,
Music to be with me when Iím high,
Music to be with my children as they grow,
Music now until the day I die.
Music to be part of everything I do,
Take my spirit under its control,
Music for the people every race and hue,
Every living being, every soul.
Oh I believe in music,
Yes, I believe in music.
I believe in music,
Yes, I believe in music.

[Although I was once a member of the British UFO Society, by the time I wrote the music for this...and Father Christmas! Nice riff though. Eat your heart out, John Miles.]


Brave New World

Gone are the days of mass starvtion
Across the Northern lands,
Now is the hour of deprivation
And the Third Worldís outstretched hands.

Inner city life decaying -
How long can we last?
Super-powers still replaying
The dramas of the past.

Itís a brave new world,
Itís a grave new world,
Western mountains of grain,
Famine in the East,
People killing each other
In the quest for peace.

Itís a brave new world,
And a grave new world,
But if we have the will
There is time for us still,
We can save our new world.

Everywhere you look, thereís trouble
For yellow, white and black,
Once we burst the neutron bubble,
Thereís no turning back.

Everybody on computer,
Play the numbers game,
Brotherís gaoler, Mammonís suitor,
Power is their aim.

Itís a brave new world,
Itís a grave new world,
The technologyís faster,
The machine is your master,
Youíre a slave in this world.

Itís a brave new world,
And a grave new world,
But if we are defiant
And donít bow to the tyrant,
We can save our new world.

Soil erosion,
Acid rain,
Pollution, corrosion
Of forest and plain.

War and hunger,
Want and need,
Red hatemonger,
Lust and greed.

Cities growing,
Woodlands shrinking,
Dollar buys a dime,
Never knowing,
Seldom thinking,
Thereís so little time.

Freedom waning,
Social bareness,
No one in control;
Stop complaining,
Seek awareness,
Or youíll lose your soul.

Itís a brave new world,
Itís a grave new world,
Western mountains of grain,
Famine in the East,
People killing each other
In the quest for peace.

Itís a brave new world,
And a grave new world,
But if we have the will
There is time for us still,
We can save our new world.

Itís a brave new world,
And a grave new world,
But if we have the will
There is time for us still,
We can save our new world.


Burmese Days

Burmese days,
Take me back into my Burmese days,
How I long to live my Burmese days,
Live them over again.

You and me,
Sitting on the lawn and drinking tea,
We were living life so happily,
Take me back to way back then.

Burmese days,
Play the White Man underneath the Indian sun,
Burmese days,
On the frontier where Britannia holds the gun,
All my friends
In this tropic paradise are having fun,
Drinking tea on Asian lawns
Pretending they are still at home in England.

Burmese days,
La dolca vita, oh my Burmese days,
Such hypocritical, pretensive ways,
But that is where I belong.

If I could
Live them over again, then I would,
Got the fever in my English blood,
Had the yearning so long.

Burmese days,
You could be a titled lady, my Mem Sahib,
Or wear sarongs,
And a turban, all that Oriental garb,
Do what you care,
No one gives a damn and nobody will laugh,
Theyíre drinking tea on Asian lawns
Pretending they are still at home in England.

Burmese days,
Take me back into my Burmese days,
How I long to live my Burmese days,
Live them over again.

Burmese days,
Play the White Man underneath the Indian sun,
Burmese days,
On the frontier where Britannia holds the gun,
All my friends
In this tropic paradise are having fun,
Drinking tea on Asian lawns
Pretending they are still at home in England.

[This has a rather obvious inspiration; not sure Orwell would approve. See also this].


Call Me Round

Anytime youíre feeliní lonely,
Anytime youíre feeliní blue,
Just give me a call,
Call me around, round, round,
And Iíll come running just to be with you,
You know I love you only
With a love thatís deep and true,
So give me a call,
Call me around, round, round,
If ever you should want to start anew.

My Love it seems but yesterday
The two of us were one,
And yet itís been so many, many years,
But now you are so far away
And my sunshine is gone,
And still it hurts me to hold back the tears.

Anytime you feel unhappy,
Or painful moments you are going through,
Whatever the reason,
The hour, day or season,
Just call and Iíll come running back to you.

Anytime youíre feeliní lonely,
Anytime youíre feeliní blue,
Just give me a call,
Call me around, round, round,
And Iíll come running just to be with you,
You know I love you only
With a love thatís deep and true,
So give me a call,
Call me around, round, round,
If ever you should want to start anew.

Call me around,
My feet will hardly touch the ground,
So swiftly Iíll come running back to you.

[This is a Country And Western style song. I wrote the music, and Alan did a full arrangement. We had a guy who was interested in recording it, but alas...]


Canít Sink A Rainbow

You can shoot all the birds of the land and the sea,
You can run all the foxes to ground,
You can plough all the meadows, destroy all the green,
You can lose all the good things weíve found.

You can maim us and bomb us and send us to gaol,
You can make us a fugitive kind,
You can slander and libel us, and you can rail
Till youíre blue in the face, but youíll find
That you canít sink a rainbow.

You can poison the oceans with nuclear waste,
You can dam every valley on Earth,
You can ruin all beauty in rashness and haste,
If you think that will add to your worth.

You can darken the skies with a hydrogen bomb,
You can blot out the light of the Sun,
You can start a third war, Armaggedon may come,
But you know that when allís said and done
You canít sink a rainbow.

And when it rains
The Mother is shedding her tears;
She cries for her children,
She cries for her world,
And the evil youíve done in such a few years.

You can cut up the whale into blubber and steak,
You can kill baby seals for their fur,
You can twist peopleís bodies until their hearts break,
But thereís one thing you canít make occur:
You canít sink a rainbow.

You can maim us and bomb us and send us to gaol,
You can make us a fugitive kind,
You can slander and libel us, and you can rail
Till youíre blue in the face, but youíll find
That you canít sink a rainbow.

No, you canít sink a rainbow.

[Published originally in VIRIDIAN: a song for GREENPEACE, 1988].


Caprice

This is the best recording I made of this piece. I use the word best in its broadest sense.

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Caprice En Passant

Short and sweet. And stumbling, as ever!

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Carbonel

Heís a cat,
And a real cool cat,
Heís a cat,
And he knows where itís at,
Heís a cat,
And he knows how to swing
Because heís the King.

Heís a cat,
And he mews and purrs,
Like a cat
In the shadow stirs,
With the full moon bright
Of a witching night
He knows how to swing.

Heís the King of them all,
Watch him walk on the wall
As the town hall clock strikes one,
Then heís up on the roof
Running swift and aloof;
Carbonel,
Is the spell of the withc undone?

Heís a cat,
Silent as the tomb,
Darkest minion
Of the twiggy broom,
Heís the light of your life,
He will brighten the gloom,
He knows how to swing.

For a girl and a boy
Heís a bundle of joy
Who by fortune was acquired;
Little Rosemary Brown
Found her pussy in town
When the wicked out witch
Cantrip retired.

Heís a cat,
Under Rosieís spell,
Heís a cat,
And youíll quickly tell
When you see where heís at
That heís Carbonel,
The one and only King.

(Repeat verse three)

Heís a cat,
Silent as the tomb,
Darkest minion
Of the twiggy broom,
Heís the light of your life,
He will brighten your gloom,
He knows how to swing.
Heís the light of your life,
He will brighten your gloom,
He knows how to swing.
Cos heís King!

[For context, click here].


Chefís Surprise

Actually, it was the chef who surprised me, the day after!


Chelsea Girl

Chelsea Girl,
You know I really love your dimpled face,
And when you smile at me
I canít believe your mine,
You got me shakiní like a leaf, walkiní on Cloud Nine.

Chelsea Girl,
Itís a wicked world out there,
But while Iíve got you
And you love me true,
I really havenít got a care,
But Chelsea Girl...
Donít you grow up in your Daddyís world.

Chelsea Girl,
Iím never gonna make it to the top,
I left school when I was just fifteen,
Youíre gonna see things Iíve never seen.

Iím gonna make sure that you get
All the things I never had,
Like a proper education,
You wonít end up like your Dad.
Chelsea Girl...
Ainít gonna grow up in your Daddyís world.

Youíre the best thing ever happened to me,
Oh yes, you are,
Youíre your fatherís little treasure,
One day youíre gonna be a star.

Sometimes I tire of this wicked world,
It seems so cruel and vile,
But when I look into those big blue eyes,
You make it all worthwhile.

Chelsea Girl,
Iíve seen the years flash by so fast,
When a man grows old,
The world grows cold,
But Iím gonna make the good times last.

I want to see when you leave me
Youíve got another who will care,
But heíll have to be a special guy
To win the love of one so fair.
Oh Chelsea Girl, donít you live in your Daddyís world.
Chelsea Girl, you donít belong in your Daddyís world.


Chestnuts

The first piece of music I ever composed; written in my bedsit at 13 Chestnut Avenue, Leeds, c1979.

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Ci Devant

Do you see that girl?
Do you know that girl?
She doesnít look very happy,
You will agree.

She has style and class,
But thatís in the past,
Cos sheís come down in the world,
Really come down in the world.

She was very rich,
Had a pleasant niche,
Her mother married into the aristocracy.
Her Daddy was a lord,
The chairman of the board,
But sheís come down in the world,
Sheís come right down in the world.

Ci Devant,
She used to be a debutante,
A lady of high society,
She had everything she ever wanted.

Quíest-ce-que-cíest?
Why did she throw it all away?
Was it due to a broken romance,
Or circumstances?

She has a rented room,
Wears only cheap perfume,
She cooks for herself,
And she lives off charity.

Her clothes are old and worn,
Her only dress is torn,
Sheís come down in the world,
Sheís come right down in the world.

She dreams of better times,
Of life in warmer climes,
How she used to sail away
On a winter cruise.

Her eyes are filled with tears,
Thoughts of her early years
Are all she has now in the world,
She has nothing else in the world.

Ci Devant,
She used to be a debutante,
A lady of high society,
She had everything she ever wanted.

Quíest-ce-que-cíest?
Why did she throw it all away?
Was it due to a broken romance,
Or circumstances?


City Of Another Sun

City of another sun,
Planet of another star,
When the span of Man is run,
Will you still be shining?

Dweller in another space,
Master of another time,
Will you take our planetís place
When the Earth is gone?

Stars are shining in the sky,
But they wonít forevermore,
Everything that is, must die,
Every sun cease burning.

City of another sun,
Built beneath an alien sky,
Though you flourish when weíre gone,
One day you too will die.


Colour Me

Colour me blue
When Iím thinking of you,
The things that we could have
But never did do,
When I loved you so madly,
You needed me too,
Those were such happy days.

Colour me green
When I think of the time
He gave you his heart,
And you gave me back mine,
Since the day that we parted,
The Sun hasnít shined,
But those were happy days.

Colour me red
When I think of you still,
My head is on fire
And my blood running chill,
And I pray that youíll leave him,
But I know that you will
Remain with him for ever and ever,
While Iím alone and cold.

Colour me white,
Now my anger is hot,
Itís more than the blues,
Itís a fever Iíve got,
And however I try
I forget you not,
You were a part of me,
And you will always be.

Colour me grey,
Now itís over at last,
Youíre a fairy chimera,
A ghost fading fast,
For the present is now,
And the heartache is past,
Iíll learn to love again,
Oh yeah, Iíll learn to love again,
Oh yeah, Iíll learn to love again,
Oh yeah, but the memories will always remain.


Cosmopolitan Lady

Her clothes are made in gay ParŪs,
She cooks I-tal-i-en;
She likes to dance and travel free,
And dines with tall, dark men.

She sips her claret in the wine bar
Talking tête à tête,
And then sheís riding in the sports car
Of her German date.

Sheís a Cosmopolitan Lady,
And she doesnít give a damn
For the Old School Tory
Or the Empireís glory,
Sheís in love with the liberal man.

Sheís a Cosmopolitan Lady,
And she leaves me in a whirl,
Cos Iím an old fashioned guy
Canít catch the eye
Of the hypermodern girl.

She buys her records from a shop
In Kensington, Earls Court,
Sheís into blues and soul and rock,
And every kind of sport.

Sheís physical and spiritual,
She practices TM,
She likes her lovers radical,
But Iím not one of them.

Sheís a Cosmopolitan Lady,
And she doesnít give a damn
For the Old School Tory
Or the Empireís glory,
Sheís in love with the liberal man.

Sheís a Cosmopolitan Lady,
And she leaves me in a whirl,
Cos Iím an old fashioned guy
Canít catch the eye
Of the hypermodern girl.

Iíd like to sit and talk with her,
But donít know what to say,
Iíd like to kiss and walk with her,
Invite her to my drey.

Iíd like to give the girl my heart,
And swear eternally
That Iíd be true,
But if I did,
Sheíd only laugh at me

Cos sheís a Cosmopolitan Lady,
And she doesnít give a damn
For the Old School Tory
Or the Empireís glory,
Sheís in love with the liberal man.

Sheís a Cosmopolitan Lady,
And she leaves me in a whirl,
Cos Iím an old fashioned guy
Canít catch the eye
Of the hypermodern girl.

Iím just an old fashioned guy
Canít catch the eye...
Of the hypermodern girl.

[A little poetic licence needed to make the rhyme in the second; twenty-four years or so after this I found out NoŽl Coward had written a song with the same name].


Crazy Things

When I think of all the crazy things Iíve done
These past ten years,
Appears
So many tangled webs Iíve spun,
Iíve told so many needless lies
That Iíve clean run out of alibis,
Yeah, thanks to all the crazy things Iíve done.

When I think of all the loving hearts Iíve broke,
This past decade
With my charade,
I feel I oughta choke,
For girl you were so good to me,
But all I gave was misery:
The crazy, reckless, senseless things Iíve done.

I see you in my wildest dreams,
An angel of the morning,
The love beams
Like a light ray in your smile,
But when I wake I realise
Thereís a bitter, cold day dawning,
Cos you were mine and by my side for such a little while.

When I think of all the things I might have been
If Iíd not choseí a gamblerís life
And fate not been so mean,
My heart bleeds like a waterfall,
But now the writingís on the wall:
The things Iíve never done and never seen.

I see you in my mindís eye,
Youíre a-weepiní like a willow,
The love you gave was spurned by one untrue,
But now you cry
No more for there is resting on your pillow
The head of someone else whoís loving you.

When I think of how I wasted all that time
I feel so bad
And sad,
But all the fault and blame was mine,
So I guess thereís nothing left for me
íCept just go on the way Iíve been,
Yeah, I guess Iíll just keep rolliní down the line.

Perhaps Iíll make my fortune,
Win you back some far tomorrow,
And everything will turn out like it should,
But I live íneath a waning moon,
And all I have is sorrow,
You know Iíd sell my soul
To turn the clock back if I could.

When I think of how I wasted all that time,
I feel so bad
And sad,
But all the fault and blame was mine,
So I guess thereís nothing left for me,
íCept just go on the way Iíve been
Yeah, I guess Iíll keep on rolliní down the line,
Yeah, I guess Iíll keep on rolliní down the line,
And pray to God one day it turns out fine.


Curiosity

Curiosity,
Thereís nothing quite like that,
Curiosity,
Remember what it did - to the cat.
Donít wanna go and poke your nose in
Where it doesnít belong,
Cos if you do, youíll get a thump
On the end of your hooter, and youíll be for the high jump.

Curiosity
Is bad news at the double,
When you mind somebody elseís business
Youíll wind up in a whole heap of trouble.
Best hear no, speak no, see no evil,
Leave well alone,
Some stones were better left unturned,
Some things best left unknown.

Curiosity,
Why do you want to know?
Animosity
Will surely grow,
Because people take exception to a dirty, little snoop:
Policeman on the trail of a suspected crime,
Or a pressman looking for a scoop.

Curiosity,
Best leave it be.
Curiosity
Kills privacy.

Curiosity
Leaves people in ill-humour;
The trail of a fox
Puts a marriage on the rocks:
Unsubstantiated rumour.

Donít realise what youíre doiní,
When youíre askiní leading questions;
Youíll cause somebodyís ruin
With those unkind suggestions.

Curiosity,
Donít interfere.
Curiosity
Means troubleís here.
Curiosity:
Mind your own business.


Daddyís Darling Daughter

Sheís a good girl, sheís a good girl,
She doesnít play around like the rest of the crowd,
Sheís a good girl, sheís a good girl,
Daddyís darling daughter.

Mr Businessmanís so proud of his little girl,
Loves his daughter Stephanie, more than anything else in the world.
Doesnít go get layed by boys, doesnít smoke or drink,
Stephanieís a perfect girl; that is what he and his wife both think.

Sheís a good girl, sheís a good girl,
She doesnít play around like the rest of the crowd,
Sheís a good girl, sheís a good girl,
Daddyís darling daughter.

Stephanie donít stay out late, sheís in bed by ten,
Works hard to pass her exams, hasnít got time to go out with men,
Stephanie she wants to be a barrister at law,
Thatís what she is studying every day, evening and weekend for.

Sheís a good girl, sheís a good girl,
She doesnít play around like the rest of the crowd,
Sheís a good girl, sheís a good girl,
Daddyís darling daughter.

Daddy doesnít know but Stephanie is not in school,
Every afternoon she plays her father for a fool,
Mr Businessman would surely have a heart attack,
If he knew his precious girl was lying on her back,
And his wife would turn a very angry shade of red,
If she saw her innocent young daughter giving head.
Stephanie is a disgrace to her proud fatherís name,
When she should be studying, sheís out hustling on the game.

Sheís a good girl, sheís a good girl,
She doesnít play around like the rest of the crowd,
Sheís a good girl, sheís a good girl,
Daddyís darling daughter.

Yeah, sheís a good girl, sheís a good girl,
She doesnít play around like the rest of the crowd,
Sheís a good girl, sheís a good girl,
Daddyís darling daughter.


Donít Bash The Union

Youíll have often heard it said
That the Union is red,
But donít you be so credulous,
Or you might get misled.

The Unionís often wrong,
And maybe itís too strong,
But if it hadnít been for the Union
Where would you now belong?

Donít bash the Union,
When it calls a strike
To your dislike
And brings about mayhem.

Donít bash the Union:
Donít listen to the others,
Who are putting down the brothers,
Because the working man owes everything to them.

If it hadnít been for theUnion
Weíd still be stood in line
For a hand-out from the Church,
And kids would still work down the mine.

If it hadnít been for theUnion
Youíd have no holiday,
Save Christmas, Easter, New Year,
And youíd get no sickness pay.

So donít get angry when they halt
Production of those cars,
Instead
You ought to bless their heads
And thank your lucky stars.

Of course, itís true the Union
Does get into a muddle,
Itís been a long and winding road
From the martyrs of Tolpuddle.

Youíve got your Arthur Scargills,
Your Pollitt and your Dash,
But in the end theyíve always
Paved the way for better cash.

And it isnít just your pockets
That the Union helps to fill,
It fights for compensation
For the injured and the ill.

It helps to raise the livelihood
Of every working man,
So donít you put it down,
You should be lending it a hand.

Donít bash the Union,
When it calls a strike
To your dislike
And brings about mayhem.

Donít bash the Union:
Donít listen to the others,
Who are putting down the brothers,
Because the working man owes everything to them.

Donít bash the Union,
When it calls a strike
To your dislike
And brings about mayhem.

Donít bash the Union:
Donít listen to the others,
Who are putting down the brothers,
Because the working man owes everything to them.

[This was written as a response to the Hudson/Ford composition Part Of The Union].


Dracula

ďWelcome to my house,Ē he says,
ďEnter freely, and of your own will.Ē
The man in black
Is holding back
Until I cross the threshold.

Then he shakes my hand,
At first I didnít understand,
I thought I must be going mad,
But I have seen the evidence,
He is a creature,
A creature of the night,
He shuns the light,
And like a lizard
Down the castle walls
He slithers and crawls.

At first I didnít understand,
I thought I must be going mad,
He stands behind me unreflected
And now I know
Iíve been selected
For his women fiends,
A fate more terrible
Than eíen my darkest dreams.

When you look into his eyes
They hold you hypnotised,
You realise
He is the symbol of manís darkest fears,
He is the Devilís son,
The blackest, evílest one,
He could live a thousand years.

ďDenn die Todten reiten schnell
Or so I heard them say.
Coachman of fiend from Hell
Brought me this twisted way?

But I will not die here,
And I will not become as him,
I have to flee, thatís crystal clear,
But which way do I turn?
Another hour comes the setting sun,
The Count will be abroad,
And whither do I run?

When you look into his eyes
They hold you hypnotised,
You realise
He is the symbol of manís darkest fears,
He is the Devilís son,
The blackest, evílest one,
He could live a thousand years.

I must be leaving here,
Thatís crystal clear,
But which way do I turn?
Another hour comes the setting sun,
The Count will be abroad,
And whither do I run?

[For the full background to and context of the above song, click here].


Elidor

Young man, take a look at yourself,
Youíve spent too long in the cold,
The time has come
To boldly run,
And chase that pot of gold,
The sword you now hold
In your hand
May seem like worthless wood,
The days and months may fall like sand,
But life will yet be good.

Young man, get a grip on yourself,
And take your trusting friend,
The two of you
Will venture to
The world where timeís no end,
And in the fading light of a fairy gloaming,
Beyond the twilight door,
The light you will restore...
To Elidor.

There is another time,
There is another place,
Where the unicorn sings,
And the magic rings
Bring a smile to a young girlís face.

There is another world
Where only children know,
Where no woman or man,
Since time began,
Could ever,
And will never
Go.

Worlds in coalition
For the adult inside the child,
There comes a time
In everybodyís prime
When he ceases to be beguiled.

But though the sense of wonder
May begin to slowly fade,
The magic of youth
Will thunder
On, and leave the world dismayed.

Young man, take command of yourself,
Your finest hour is here,
For you the light
Is burning bright,
You have no cause to fear.
Youíll surely think your eyes deceive,
That youíve been put into a trance,
For no one whoís of age will believe
Your fantasy romance.

But you will leave this world behind,
The ancient truths you will unwind,
The secret pathway you will find
And restore.
The light to Elidor.

[For context, click here].


Emma Jane

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End Of A Dream

I chased a dream like a butterfly
Through the canyons of my mind,
And I watched my boyhood flutter by
With my fantasies behind;
Down the haunted years
Through the long dried tears
I can see how I was blind,
But it sure did seem a good dream at the time.

I chased the dream like a swift in flight
Down the corridors of youth,
Every adoloscent days and night
Led me further from the truth,
I was hypnotised,
I was dogmatised,
And faith was my only proof,
But it sure did seem a good dream at the time.

I chased the dream like a humming bird
To the fields of Asphodel,
But Elysium was a mocking bird,
And my Heaven turned to Hell
As my dream became a night-
Mare and the light no longer fell
On a lonely man the world had left behind.

I buried my dream and I changed my name
Just a couple of years ago,
And I faced the fire and I braved the flame
Feeliní deadbeat, tired and low,
But I came right through
As I knew Iíd do
When my dream to dust had blown.
But it sure did seem a good dream at the time,
Yes, it sure did seem a good dream at the time.


Ephemeron

She came to me on a solstice morning
When the sky was misty blue,
With the angel dust in her hair
And Venus in her eyes.

She bade me heed her silent warning
While she swore her heart was true,
But when I saw her standing there
How could I realise...

That we would have so little time,
And with the fading of the light
She would her fairy chain untwine
And vanish to the night?

And so I followed her abroad
But with the rising of the Sun
I couldnít find the magic ford
To my love, Ephemeron.

You know we would have so little time,
For with the fading of the light
She did her fairy chain untwine
And take herself into the night,

Now I have sought her for a year,
And I will seek till time is done,
But even now Iíve come to fear
That I have lost Ephemeron.

(Repeat last two verses, and fade with echo)


Erudite Women

Thereís some men go for Lolitas,
Some for Senoritas,
And some for old maids.
Thereís some like them fair
Of their skin or their hair Some like the cool type a lot,
While some like them hot,
And some like them ever so young,
Some like them tall dark and thin
With a dimple in chin,
And some like them very well hung.

But I like erudite women,
The ones who arenít dim in
The ways of the world,
The girls with honours degrees,
MAís PhDs,
They really amaze me,
They make me go crazy...

Erudite women.
Personalities brimminí
With wisdom, education and charm,
They really turn me on,
The lady doctor and the high school maíam.

Thereís nothing else in this nation
Like sophistication
For a girl in her prime,
That makes a wonderful blend,
Could be the start of a trend,
And it leaves me feeling quite sublime
To know a girl is au fait
And can talk tête à tête
On any subject under the Sun Iím gonna find me one.

Yeah, give me erudite women,
The ones who arenít dim in
The ways of the world,
The girls with honours degrees,
MAís PhDís,
They really amaze me,
They make me go crazy...

Click here to download the demo version of Erudite Women


Farewell To The Emerald

A light went out in Ireland
This January day
As the final chord of the final song
Faded out and died away.

Where once was a bad reputation
Of the darkest vagabond,
Now the broken hear lies unbeating
On its way to the world beyond.

For a light has gone out in Ireland,
See the drink and the damage done,
Fare-thee-well to Emerald,
Our finest, saddest son.

The times they were a-changing
Like they always have been, always are,
But the boys wonít be back in this town anymore,
And thereís no whiskey left in the jar,
No dancing in the moonlight,
No joints left to roll, drinks to mix,
The stage is deserted, the spotlight is gone,
Traded in for the price of a fix.

Yes, a light has gone out in Ireland,
Too late: now the deed has been done;
Fare-thee-well to Emerald,
Our finest, saddest son.

[Thanks for Queenís Hall, Leeds.]


Greed

When you take more than you need,
When you make somebody bleed,
You sow a poisonous seed,
Contempt and ill-will are all you breed.
Greed will bring you down.

Your mind will never be freed,
Repentence you wonít heed,
Your lust will feed and feed and feed.
Greed will finish you.

It shouldnít have happened,
It wouldnít have happened
If youíd listened to the Master,
But itís the Devilís desire,
Itís set your soul on fire,
And youíre headed for certain disaster.

Greed is a good manís bane,
Greed will only bring you pain,
Greed is the mother of deception,
And greed will be the end of you.

Greed is a bad, bad thing,
Gred will cause you suffering,
Greed will hurt and sting.
Greed will be the death of you.

Greed will finish you.
Greed will kill you. Dead.


Grooviní Tuesday

One day a week, one day a week,
I leave my room behind,
One day a week, one day a week,
I go and blow my mind,
Iím in Heaven, Iím in Heaven!
When Grooviní Tuesday comes around,

Get out of town, get out of town,
Down Spring Grove, thatís where Iíll be,
Go fool around, go fool around,
Where life is free and easy.
Iím in Heaven, Iím in Heaven!
When Grooviní Tuesday comes around.

Grooviní Tuesday, youíre my free day,
Make a new way, and a new man out of me,
Grooviní Tuesday, I just canít wait
Till Grooviní Tuesday comes around.

One day a week, one day a week,
My friends are waiting for me,
One day a week, one day a week,
Life will be so worth living.
Iím in Heaven, Iím in Heaven!
When Grooviní Tuesday comes around.

There we all are, there we all are,
Sat in the local tavern,
Up at the bar, up at the bar,
Or in the corner, laughing.
Weíre in Heaven, weíre in Heaven!
When Grooviní Tuesday comes around.

Grooviní Tuesday, youíre my free day,
Make a new way, and a new man out of me,
Grooviní Tuesday, I just canít wait
Till Grooviní Tuesday comes around,
Till Grooviní Tuesday comes around.


Hello, My Strange Young One

Hello, my strange young one,
Where have you been?
What have you done?
I havenít seen you round this place
A year or so,
Where have you been?
Where are you gonna go?

Hello, my sad young friend,
I always thought youíd come through in the end,
But I can see your roadís been long and hard,
Youíve grown so old,
You look so tired.

Where are you going to,
For whatís left of your life
What will you do?
I want so much to come along with you,
But you must walk alone.

Maybe theyíll come a time
Youíll learn thereís more to life
Than women, song and wine,
Until that day comes youíll be sad my strange young one.
Oh Lord, when will you realise what youíve done?

Hello, my strange young one,
Where have you been?
What have you done?
I havenít seen you round this place
A year or so,
Where have you been?
Where are you gonna go?

Maybe theyíll come a time
Youíll learn thereís more to life
Than women, song and wine,
Until that day comes youíll be sad my strange young one.
Oh Lord, when will you realise what youíve done?


Hymn To Gaia

Holy Mother, how have your children sinned,
They have despoiled you since history began;
Still I implore you
Donít let them reap the wind,
Do not extinguish the soul of worthless Man.

Holy Mother, let future men be born
Into a world where your Truth is burning bright;
Donít let the Darkness deny the coming Dawn,
Do not forsake us, donít take away the Light.

I have a wondrous dream
That one day we will restore,
The salmon to the stream,
And reverence to your Law.

The waters will flow pure,
The forests will return,
And Gaiaís love endure
Until the Sun shall cease to burn.

Holy Mother, out of Chaos you were born,
You took disorder and fashioned Harmony,
You freed the Slave and gave new Hope to the Forlorn,
Do not desert us in our Hour of greatest Need.

I sense your Presence and Goodness in the Air,
I feel your Spirit breathe Life into the Sea,
Nothing can happen without you are aware;
Holy Mother, hear your humble servantís plea.


I Donít Wanna Be A Brufen Junkie

Doctor, can you help me please?
I got a pain in the back of my neck.
Itís got me tense and ill at ease,
Iím gonna be a nervous wreck
If I donít get some relief from you
Like I did before, and soon,
Canít you mix me up some wizardís brew
With your magic phial and spoon?
But donít you give me a small pink pill
Because Iíd rather ache and ill...
Than be a Brufen junkie.

Doctor, since my girl left home
Iíve undergone such stress,
She hasnít rung me on the phone,
Or sent me her address,
I need some medicine to make
The pain and tension less,
But not the pills that make me shake,
And leave my head a mess.
Oh doctor, give me something quick,
But Iíd rather be a lunatic...
Than a Brufen junkie.

Doctor, here they come again,
The tremors and the shakes,
I need some stuff to kill the pain,
And take away the aches,
But not the Brufen; donít you know
The way it tortures me?
Cos when I stop it leaves me low,
One day I might O/D.
Oh doctor, give me something fast,
But not the pink pills, I wonít last...
As a Brufen junkie.

As a Brufen junkie....

(Fade).


Iím Weird

Iím weird,
Different from you,
Iím weird
In the things I do.
Drugs donít turn me on,
Nor alcohol.
But Iím no sonofagun,
I just like to rock íní roll.

Iím weird,
As weird as her,
But I fear
We canít concur,
Cos sheís insane,
Of a different strain,
She likes nothing better than to cause men pain;
Iím weird,
And sheís weird,
But we canít be weird together.

Sheís weird,
But in an evil way,
She sneers
At everything I say.
She got the hellcat fever,
Sheís out of control;
I was a true believer,
But she got no soul.

Sheís weird,
She got a vicious tongue,
I persevered,
But all I got was stung,
Itís a cryiní shame,
She wonít play the game,
But sheís only got herself to blame.
Sheís weird,
And Iím weird,
But we canít be weird together.


ITMA Variations Improvisation Number One

This sounds surprisingly good considering the conditions under which it was recorded, although I falter a bit towards the end. I recorded quite a lot of this sort of thing; this appears to be the best of them.

Click here to download ITMA Variations Improvisation Number One


ITMA Variations Improvisation Number Three

Or perhaps that should be No 3 - whatever.


Jack Knife Strut

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Jane Wardís Galliard

[Still lovely twenty years on.]

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Johnny Go Home

He came up to the city when a lad of barely seventeen,
Believing most naïvely in the stories heíd been told,
He marvelled at the buildings, unlike anything heíd ever seen,
The ladies were so beautiful, the streets were paved with gold.

He thought it would be easy first to find himself a rented room,
And then obtain employment in a busy factory,
But three days in the city turned his optimism into gloom,
And very soon he realised it wasnít meant to be.

Apartments were expensive and he couldnít get a reference,
He wound up in a hostel with a hundred other men,
And when he looked for work, although they treated him with deference,
Employers said he wasnít qualified to work for them.

He gave up disillusioned and he drifted into vagrancy,
His pride so wounded that forevermore heíd bear the scar,
And in a while his bitterness had turned into complacency,
Which in its turn fermented in the bottom of a jar.

They found his frozen body in a doorway one Decemberís night,
A wino and a dosser and a victim of the cold,
The doctor said in all his years heíd never seen a sadder sight:
A man whoíd pass for fifty yet was twenty-five years old.


Jovian Days

So far from the Sun,
Yet the journeyís only half begun
In the shadow of the red-eyed god.

The yellow clouds below
Hold secrets men will never know
The secrets of the red-eyed god.

Here, we float in space,
The further man has ever come
On the last frontier
We cruise the cosmic ways,
Soon we travel on
To the ringed world
But for a while
We move in the shadow of the red-eyed god,
In the splendour of our Jovian days,
Of our Jovian days.

[For the full background to and context of the above song, click here].


Lachrymosa

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Lady In The Gallery

Lady in the gallery,
Wonít you say youíll marry me?
I know weíve never met before,
But I couldnít love you more.
Youíre precious as a work of art,
Please donít you break a strangerís heart,
And donít just walk out of my life,
I want you, want you,
Need you oh so bad.

Whatís your name, I love you:
Wonít you hold me to your breast?
I know Iíll die if you walk away
And deny me your caress.
Whatís your name, I love you:
Youíre a walking symphony,
Wonít you play sweet music,
And spend your life with me?

Lady, youíre a statuette,
And I am just a silhouette,
But Iíll be your marionette,
All you have to do is pull my wires.
Thereís nothing I wonít do for you,
Please wonít you learn to love me too?
Weíve never met before, I know,
But I want you, want you, want you,
Need you so.

Whatís your name, I love you:
Wonít you hold me to your breast?
I know Iíll die if you walk away
And deny me your caress.
Whatís your name, I love you:
Youíre a walking symphony,
Wonít you play sweet music,
And spend your life with me?

Lady, when you smile at me
You send me into ecstasy,
Youíre more than a Mona Lisa
And a Venus made of stone.
Lady, wonít you come my way?
I have so many things to say,
Youíre a real live angel carved out of flesh and bone,
And I want you, want you, want you,
Need you so.

Whatís your name? I love you:
Let me take you in my arms,
Let me drown in your laughter, sunbathe in your smile;
Whatís your name? I love you:
Weíll take it nice and slow,
But lady, wonít you stay a little while?

Whatís your name? I love you...

(Repeat to fade)


Lady In The Tower

Lady in the tower,
Wasting every hour,
Sitting all alone,
Why donít you call me on the phone?
Lady in the tower,
Life neednít be so sour,
I could be so good to you
If youíd only ask me to.

Thereís a whole wide world outside your room,
But you have to leave behind your gloom,
And walk out in the Sun,
Thatís something that youíve never done,
Thereís a whole life out there to embrace,
But if youíve not the will to face it,
Thereís nothing I can do,
I canít get through to you.

Lady in the tower,
You have it in your power
To break the witchís spell,
Let me be your wishing well,
Oh Lady in the tower,
Please donít you fade away.

Sweet Lady in the tower,
Please donít you fade away,
No, donít you fade away.

[A real sad case, but Iím glad she didnít return my call. I wrote some music to the above with the help of Mrs Jeffries but for technical reasons it has not been included here].


Lady Lazarus

Crazy Lady,
So many ghosts inside your head,
Youíre so confused
In your twilight muse
That your sanity has fled.

Ten years more have gone by
And now the ritual again
Must be seen through,
Time to
Relive the pain.

Crazy lady,
Are you fire, or are you ice?
Or are you a vamp,
And a gypsy tramp,
Or a little girl sugar and spice?

O Sylvia I try,
But I may never understand
Your mad as a hatterís world Alice in Wonderland.

Crazy lady,
Now is the time to be reborn,
I see you standing white as a linen sheet
In the winter trees at dawn.

Your Daddy is gone but you will chase
His spectre till the last
Until your own life to the gassing room is cast.

Crazy lady,
Are you really gonna do it in the end?
Or are you just a pose
And a plastic rose,
A well refined pretend?

O Sylvia I tried,
But I could never understand
Your mad as a hatterís world Alice in Wonderland.

Crazy lady,
I guess it really wasnít just a game,
Though I thought you lied
Still the Phoenix died,
Now thereís no one left to blame.

You left us your enigma,
And you left your printed word,
But though the rhymes are spoken,
Are their meanings ever heard?

Crazy lady,
Are you fire, or are you ice?
Or are you a vamp,
And a gypsy tramp,
Or a little girl sugar and spice?

O Sylvia I try,
But I may never understand
Your mad as a hatterís world Alice in Wonderland.

Crazy lady,
Were you fire, or were you ice?
Or were you a vamp,
And a gypsy tramp,
Or a little girl sugar and spice?

O Sylvia we tried,
But we could never understand
Your mad as a hatterís world Alice in Wonderland.

[Objectively speaking, I think this is a lot stronger than Ralph McTellís Sylvia; I did manage to set it to music partially when I wrote it way back c1986, but it needed quite a bit of work doing on it, and I never quite got round to it. It was in G Major - thatís about all I can remember at this distance - June 23, 2010].


Lady Of The Shroud

She comes to me at midnight,
My lady, my lady,
They say she is a vampire, but not
My lady,
My lady of the shroud.

Her kiss is warm and tender,
My lady, my lady,
And she will be my lover,
My lady, my lady of the shroud.
My lady of the shroud.

Donít want, donít need nobody else,
Just want my lady to myself,
My lady, my lady,
Just gonna take my love away
Ahd live with her rest of my days,
My lady, my lady of the shroud.

[For the full background to and context of the above song, click here].


Lament

Youíre so lovely, youíre so lovely,
So wonderful, so wonderful,
Youíre so precious, so delicious,
So beautiful, so beautiful,
I wish that you were mine,
Please say that youíll be mine.

I desire you, I desire you,
Please stay with me, please stay with me.
I desire you, I desire you,
Please lay with me, please lay with me,
And love me too, my love,
Please love me too, my love.

I have hurt you, I have hurt you.
Forgive me, please, forgive me please,
I hate hurt you, didnít mean to,
Donít leave me, please, donít leave me, please.
Or I will surely die.
Iíll fade away and die.

She has left me, she has left me,
My love has gone, my love has gone.
She has left me, gone forever,
My love has gone, I canít go on.
Now I will surely die,
Iíll fade away and die.

Youíre so lovely, youíre so lovely,
So wonderful, so wonderful,
Youíre so precious, so delicious,
So beautiful, so beautiful,
And once you were mine,
Yes, once you were mine.

[Eat your heart out, John Dowland.]


Little Dance

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Life Goes On

Looking back into the past,
Even though the die is cast,
I can clearly see where I went wrong,
Nothingís quite what it appears,
How I spent those fruitless years,
Looking for a place where Iíd belong,
But life goes on,
Life goes on,
Life goes on,
Life goes on.

Thinking back to íeighty-one,
All the things I could have done,
Had the chance to make a better life,
After that in íeighty-two,
Had a chance again with you,
Now the emptiness cuts like a knife,
But life goes on,
Life goes on,
Life goes on,
Life goes on.

Maybe further down the line,
Everythingíll work out fine,
Canít afford to waste another day,
Gotta work hard to get back,
On the right side of the track,
If it can be done, Iíll find a way,
And life goes on,
Life goes on,
Life goes on,
Life goes on.


Love A Lady Doctor

Iíve got a bad case of neurosis,
Because Iím healthy as can be,
Another bitter-sweet prognosis
Is I canít see my GP.
They tell me that sheís busy,
And she wonít be treatiní me,
But I canít help, canít help loviní a lady doctor.

I went to see the chief physician,
He told me it was in my head,
He gave me such scorn and derision
That I almost wished him dead,
But when I felt her stethescope
Upon my chest, it gave me hope,
And I canít help, canít help loviní a lady doctor.

Sheís the only who tries to understand me,
Thereís nowhere else Iíd rather be than in her care,
Iíd like to tell her how I feel,
And I hope my wounds donít ever heal,
Cos if they did, Iíd die of shock
That I couldnít see my lady docí.

She gave her diagnosis,
She said: ďYouíre in the clear,
You havenít got psychosis,
But you still must come back hereĒ,
She said: ďI can see youíre depressed,
I think youíd better get undressedĒ.
I canít help, canít help loviní a lady doctor.
ďNow please remove your tie and shirt,
And guide my hand to where it hurts.Ē
I canít help, canít help loviní a lady doctor.

[Ah yes, the lovely Karen. She had one Hell of a bedside manner. Dream on. And when did you ever wear a tie?]


Love Is Green

Love is green, love is green,
Love is woodland and plain,
Love is warm, balmy oceans,
Love is sweet summer rain.

Love is blue,
Love is blue,
Love is eagles on high,
Love is sails in the sunset,
A mackerel cloud sky.

Love is all living things,
Every small bird that sings,
Every fish of the river and sea,
Love is beauty and truth,
Love is wisdom and youth,
Love is God-given, wondrous and free.

Love is green,
Love is green,
Love is leaves of a tree,
Love is all that was, is,
All that ever will be.

Love is fire,
Love is ice,
Love is silver and gold,
Love is awesome like thunder,
Yet sweet to behold.

Love is everyoneís toy,
Every girl, every boy,
Love is laughter and smiles,
Love is passion and joy,
Love is born on the wing,
To both pauper and king,
Love is sunlight that sparkles on a diamond stone ring.

Love is life,
Love is life,
Love is life above all,
Love is sight to the blind,
Eíen the deaf hear its call.

Love is fair,
Love is hope,
Love is green, love is blue,
Love is here all around us,
For me and for you.

[This was one of Alanís favourites; the music is complete but the words are not. I wrote this with a particular female vocalist in mind.]


Man In The Moon (Shine Down On Me)

Man in the Moon shine down on me,
Light up the dark and set me free,
My life is full of misery,
Please take it away from me,
Man in the Moon shine down above,
Fill up the emptiness with love,
My girl and me fit hand in glove,
Please make her come back to me.

For two long years weíd been together,
And everything was fine,
Through sunny skies and inclement weather
She promised sheíd be mine,
But yesterday we had our first quarrel,
She walked out of the door,
I really thought sheíd be back tomorrow
But now sheís gone forevermore.

Man in the Moon shine down on me,
Light up the dark and set me free,
My life is full of misery,
Please take it away from me,
Man in the Moon shine down above,
Fill up the emptiness with love,
My girl and me fit hand in glove,
Please make her come back to me.

I didnít think, but I must have hurt her,
I miss her oh so bad,
She knows that Iíd do anything for her,
Iíd never make her sad,
Please wonít you help, Iím empty without her?
Iíve got to find a way,
You know thereís something magic about her,
I love her more than words can say.

Man in the Moon shine down on me,
Light up the dark and set me free,
My life is full of misery,
Please take it away from me,
Man in the Moon shine down above,
Fill up the emptiness with love,
My girl and me fit hand in glove,
Please make her come back to me.


Me And Ted Bundy

I came into this world in August 1956,
I never done no man or woman harm to get my kicks,
But first day that I went to school they had it in for me,
And thirty years and more I lived in Hell and misery.
I always was a sickly child right from the very start,
But I had goodness as well as a murmur in my heart.
I yearned for wealth and happiness, wished these for others too,
But neither came to pass, a poor manís dream was all I knew.
At school I was a forward kid like others who were smart,
But they found love and friendship while my soul was torn apart,
For every time I stumbled, they laughed heartily and long,
Come twelfth grade and Iíd had enough, I told them I was done.

Come seventeen and I was leaving home,
Come nineteen and the seeds of rot were sown,
And I knew then no matter what I said, where I was blown
That a man who is so much reviled forever sleeps alone.

Without a friend in London and embittered my heart grew,
I fantasised about the girlfriend that I never knew,
While ugly and uncultured men, more so than I got laid,
Into the West End haunts of pimps and prostitutes I strayed.
But something turned me off about the slags I paid to score,
And though I parted with my cash, I never fucked a whore.

Inside I had the feeling
There was something obscene,
Repulsive and demeaning
About them, and unclean,
And in my youthful folly interpreted this to mean
That a man who never has a woman know
Must live his life an outcast, and forever sleep alone.

Meanwhile, five thousand miles away, more wretched far than me
Ted Bundy in a frenzy had launched on a killing spree.
They knew heíd murdered twenty-one young girls, the very least,:
Articulate, intelligent and handsome, yet a beast.
At one of his trials, Bundy groupies sat and gazed in awe,
They passed notes to him in the dock, undying love they swore,
Some really thought him innocent, but many didnít care,
I didnít know about him then, but if I had been there

I know that not a woman in the gallery
Would hesitate if asked to choose ítwixt him and me,
A girl would rather by a fiend be known,
Than a man who is an outcast and forever sleeps alone.

Ten years and more went by, and Bundy languished on Death Row,
While I found love in eighty-two I thought Iíd never know,
She didnít know quite what I was, and neither did she care,
But she came to me much too late to ease my soulís despair.
For in a while I blew her mind, now Iím alone again
These seven years, and I guess thatís the way that Iíll remain,
For some men get no second chance if they let slip the one,
I threw her precious love away, now sheís forever gone.
In all this time, Ted Bundy sat inside a US gaol,
Love letters and proposals brought to him with every mail,
Till January 24th in 1989
His final plea rejected, he at last ran out of time,
And though a cheer rang up outside the prison as he fried
There still were many women wept that such a fiend had died.

Though Bundyís gone to burn in Hell for all eternity
Itís not the thought of what he did that really sickens me,
But knowing that if somehow he had risen from the dead,
Thereís not a woman in this world would sleep with me instead.

[Although I was in a really low place when I wrote this, it was not inspired initially by personal experience. Around 1975 I saw an Irishman busking in the subway complex at Marble Arch. I remember he was using a carpo, and playing very fast, finger picking. Most buskers, certainly most guitarists, are total crap, but this bloke was very good, I remember I saw him again sometime later playing an instrumental piece.

At Marble Arch he was performing a song about a character Lord Arnold, who caught his wife in flagrante delicto, slew her lover, then asked her to choose between them. She chose the dead man, at which he killed her too, and threw her body on top of his.

I learned years later that this is a traditional song which as usual has different variations, but it is known principally as Matty Groves. Over the years Iíve met some far sadder cases than me, including one or two guys whoíve never had girlfriends. Itís only at this distance I realise that like me theyíve missed nothing. Men may become serial killers, but only women marry them. I think I got it about right with Adamís Rib].


Melancholy

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Melancholy Lady

This is a guitar instrumental composed and played (very badly) by Yours Truly.

I canít remember when I wrote this but it was probably between 1987 and 1992. At 1 minute 19 seconds you can hear me say ďFĒ, which is presumably a reference to the chord. At this distance all I can remember about F is that it is a barre chord, the first I learned from my guitar tutor Keith at Spring Grove, Isleworth, more years ago than I care to remember.

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Merle

Merle,
You are the siren of the dawn,
The precious black pearl of songful joy
On my dewy lawn.

Merle,
How sweetly do you sing,
How the tidings that you bring
Warm the heart of every man.

And in the twilight hours,
You seek your leafy bowers
Cackling like a hen
As you spring from branch to branch.

Truly thou art wonderful,
More than simply magical,
What hand could frame thy lustrous plume
Or lure thy throat to sing?

Merle,
You are Creationís joy,
In tune with Mother Nature,
You sing your Fatherís praise.

Merle,
Would that you share that joy
With every child of the morning
Forever and always.

[I wrote the words, and I think we wrote the music together. Alan arranged, of course, although there are no chords here, I canít remember why. The atheist and Jehovahís Witness argued over many things, but one subject on which we had no disagreement whatsoever was the wonder of Creation. The sheet music as written out here (by me) is a long way from being playable!]


Miss Harrisonís Toy

My own arrangement, not exactly influenced by Al Stewartís Denise At Sixteen, but written with a similar sentiment; one of my personal favourites, simple to play and pleasing melodically. Alan liked it too. Alas, the lovely Miss Harrison...sigh.

What appears to be a slightly better recording of this track than the one offered here appeared with Paranoia on Eh?, another early tape put out by Andrew Savage. As can be seen from the cover, this tape included Paranoia.

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Money Go Round

Rich man got it made;
Poor man got the blues,
His clothes are old and frayed,
No powder in his fuse.

Rich manís life is full of fun,
Poor manís full of work,
Rich man lies out in the sun,
Poor man slaves like a jerk.

Money go round
And round and round,
It makes the world revolve.
I never had a problem in my life...
Money couldnít solve.

Nations in the red,
Goiní to the dogs,
The parasites have bled
It dry, no cash to oil the cogs.

The credit squeeze is on,
Prices through the roof,
You knew the problem all along,
And now youíve got the proof.

Money go round
And round and round,
It makes the world revolve.
Thereís not a problem in the world today...
Money canít solve.

Canít afford to buy,
Canít afford to sell,
Canít afford to die,
No water in the well.

Canít afford to re-inflate,
But we can fight a war;
The Big Five fund the state -
We pay their debts forevermore.

Money go round
And round and round,
It makes the world revolve,
Thereís not a problem underneath the Sun...
Money canít solve.


Mr Pierrepoint

Always knew one day youíd go too far,
Always had that strange look in your eye,
Guess it was just a matter of time
Before you committed the ultimate crime.
Too late now for tears, so donít you cry:
Mr Pierrepointís on his way.

You had so much, you had to have it all,
Lovely ladies, servants at your call,
Whatever you took, it wasnít enough,
You went double or quits on a lunatic bluff,
You flew so high, now youíve just six feet to fall.
Here comes Mr Pierrepoint.

Itís hard to feel sorry for you,
You never had a need,
The debutantes adored you,
But your game was lust and greed.

You crushed and killed for power,
You broke a thousand hearts,
Now youíre waiting in the tower
For the strike of nine,
Your lifeís on the line,
And your world is torn apart.

Your wantonness was truly unsurpassed,
But you werenít the first, nor will you be the last;
No matter how high the privileged rise
Their wallets are always too small for their eyes;
Avarice is the trademark of your caste -
Thatís why youíll meet Mr Pierrepoint.

Itís all over now, your time has nearly passed:
Here comes Mr Pierrepoint.

Hold your head high as the sands run from the glass,
And face Mr Pierrepoint.


Mr Wrong

This is a JPG scan of the Alan Barber arrangement with the first verse only; I canít find the rest of the song at the moment. The inspiration was a short story by Elizabeth Jane Howard.


Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained

I saw her walking across the park,
And moved towards her like a killer shark:
Hey baby, wonít you give me your number, wonít you tell me your name?
She took one sideways look at me,
And if looks could kill, stone dead Iíd be;
I stood there open-mouthed and nearly died of shame.
But though she walked right on and she passed me by
I didnít have the time to stand and cry,
And if you ask, Iíll tell you the reason why...

Nothing ventured, nothing gained,
Nothing won nor ascertained
If you donít take a chance on romance every now and again.
Nothing wagered, nothing lost,
But in the end youíll count the cost,
And until the day you die, all alone youíll remain.

I saw her standing in a crowded room,
She was as fine as any rose of June,
Hey honey, why donít you aní me go get away from the crowd,
Her face grew angry, silent red,
And I was filled with a sudden dread
And raised her voice, and started screaming aloud,
And so I turned away, walked out the door,
And Iíve not been back there any more,
But if you donít ask, youíll never know the score.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained,
Nothing won nor ascertained
If you donít take a chance on romance every now and again.
Nothing wagered, nothing lost,
But in the end youíll count the cost,
And until the day you die, all alone youíll remain.

I saw her standing in the launderette,
Went up and asked her for a cigarette,
Hey darliní, I really dig your style;
The girl went red in a crimson flush,
But then her anger became a blush,
She gave me a frown,
And then the ghost of a smile.

I said I like your long, blonde hair, my dear,
And as I finished talking she came real near,
And whispered something wonderful in my ear...

Nothing ventured, nothing gained,
Nothing won nor ascertained
If you donít take a chance on romance every now and again.
Nothing wagered, nothing lost,
But in the end youíll count the cost,
And until the day you die, all alone youíll remain.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained...

(Repeat to fade)

[More poetic licence; the blonde in the launderette stood me up.]

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Pamela Jean

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Paranoia

It happens when youíre doiní
Something you shouldnít do,
You get a terrifying feeliní
That everybodyís watchiní you.
Theyíre underneath the bed, the walls have ears,
Theyíre hiding in the cupboard íneath the stairs,
Theyíre tapping your phone,
Youíre never alone,
You laugh, you know itís crazy but it chills you to the bone.

Thereís people at the station,
Hanging round on corners who should not be there,
While at your destination
Is a man youíve seen before,
Except you canít think where,
But is it them or is it you?
You try to rationalise,
Coincidence it has to be,
Thereís nothing you can do,
So youíd best not fantasise,
It isnít a conspiracy.

Itís paranoia,
Itís all inside your head,
Paranoia:
Like the doctor said,
Paranoia:
Strangers lurking in the foyer...
Everybodyís watching you.
Paranoia
Is gonna twist your brain,
Paranoia:
Your going half insane,
Paranoia:
When youíre cheating your employer...
Everybodyís watchiní you.

Youíve made a reservation
For a midnight assignation
With a girl youíve just met
Your lady doesnít know,
Or so
You think, till in the moonlight thereís a silhoeutte;
Itís sticking to the wall
And slowly creeping round the hall,
Youíre thinking soon youíre gonna hear a shout,
But then the other girl appears,
You try to put aside your fears,
But deep inside you still think thatís sheís found you out.

Paranoia:
When you double cross your lover,
Paranoia:
When you tell her thereís no other,
Paranoia:
Strangers lurking in the foyer...
Everybodyís watchiní you.

Paranoia:
Was you alibi defective?
Paranoia:
Is your neighbour a detective?
Paranoia:
When youíre cheatiní your employer...
Everybodyís watchiní you.

Paranoia:
When youíre lyiní aní youíre stealiní,
Paranoia:
Itís a terrifying feeliní,
Paranoia
Will be your sanityís destroyer...
Everybodyís watchiní you...

(Repeat to fade)

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Permafrost

Permafrost behind,
Now Iím on the ice,
Deep into the frozen North I ride;
Thereís no peace of mind
For this lonely man,
Not since his loss of brother, friend and bride.

Cursťd be the name of Frankenstein,
What have I unleased on the world?
When will the nightmare end for this lonely man?
Cursťd be the name of Frankenstein,
Creator of a fiend so vile,
The wretchedest being on Earth since time began.

Soon I will be there
Where heíll wait for me,
The final showdown,
One or both must die,
Still he lures me on,
To the great beyond;
God in Heaven, hear this sinnerís cry.

Cursťd be the name of Frankenstein,
What have I unleased on the world?
When will the nightmare end for this lonely man?
Cursťd be the name of Frankenstein,
Creator of a fiend so vile,
The wretchedest being on Earth since time began.

Cursťd be the name of Frankenstein,
What have I unleased on the world?
When will the nightmare end for this lonely man?
Cursťd be the name of Frankenstein,
Creator of a fiend so vile,
The wretchedest being on Earth since time began.

(Fade)

[For the full background to and context of the above song, click here].


Peroxide Blonde

Sheís dressed to thrill,
Killer without a cause,
Her blood is chill,
The temptress of the Moors,
Peroxide blonde,
Lady vagabond,
She waves a magic wand,
And leaves me spellbound.
She has me spellbound.

She knows no shame,
Thereís defiance in her eyes,
She plays a lethal game,
Sheís the one they all despise

She dresses like a slut,
And all the ladies tut,
I want to hate her, but...
She leaves me spellbound.
She has me spellbound.

I know her name,
And I know just where sheís at,
She has a wicked fame,
And sheíd trample me like a man,
But Iím obsessed by her,
And not distressed by her,
Cos when I hear her purr,
She leaves me spellbound.
She has me spellbound.

[No, this does not mean quite what you think, but it would take too long to explain].


Poison

I met you at the station,
My cool, refined blind date,
You came with hesitation,
But one thing couldnít wait.

That was your first impression,
You said: You fail my test.
I read in your expression:
You only take the best.

I coulda fell for you,
Petite with eyes of blue,
But girl, what did you do?
You made me feel like poison.

I went to her apartment,
She was alone and blue;
She didnít know what love meant,
She just sat in her room.

She was a wretched creature,
She never had a friend,
I tried but couldnít reach her,
And I knew in the end

That we would come to naught,
It wasnít me she sought,
And I was left distraught:
She made me feel like poison.

I meet them in the city,
I talk to them in town,
Iím not a Walter Mitty,
But still they put me down.

They turn away with laughter,
Or glare at me in hate,
For now and ever after
I guess this is my fate:

To be rejected by
(However hard I try)
All womankind, guess I...

Really must be poison.

It happens all the time,
I wonder whatís my crime,
I guess itís just that Iím...

Really, really poison.

Am I the only one?
Please tell me what Iíve done,
Why do they hate and shun me?

I canít believe Iím poison,
Why do I feel like poison?
They make me feel like poison;
Please tell me Iím not poison.


Rhapsody In Blue

Play it, Sam,
Play it again,
The sunshineís gone from out of mah life,
Now here comes the rain;
Play it, Sam,
One more refrain,
Of that rhapsody in blue, for me.

One more, Joe,
One more for the road,
Iíve got a long, long way to go,
And heavy is mah load,
One more, Joe,
For mah life has been bestowed
With a lachrymosal misery.

I canít take anymore,
Aní Iím feeliní so sore
That mah hair is turning grey,
And I almost could drown
In the tears of a clown
Since mah baby went away.

And thereís naught I can do
Cos sheís found someone new
So Iím asking you to play
That rhapsody in blue, for me.

Play it, Sam,
Play it again,
The sunshineís gone from out of mah life,
Now here comes the rain;
Play it, Sam,
One more refrain,
Of that rhapsody in blue, for me.

That rhapsody in blue, for me.


Room At The Top

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Root Of All Evil

I sit inside my palace,
And I couldnít give a damn
For the working class,
They can kiss my arse:
I am the banker man.

I make my loans with malice
To merchants and to kings,
And neither dare give me offence
For fear Iíll call them in.

I sit inside my palace,
Give orders to the state,
Youíre in my debt
Iíll make you sweat,
My pen decides your fate.

Mine is the world of Alice,
A land of make believe,
But itís part of the deal
That you think itís real
And so do I deceive.

I am the banker man,
My power is supreme
With a wave of my pen
I make/break men,
Start a nightmare, end a dream.

I am the banker man,
I rule by lies and stealth;
You pay me compound interest,
And I usurp your wealth.

The deficit is growing,
And someone has to pay,
Or my credit stops
And the dollar drops:
Uncle Sam has feet of clay.

The peopleís belts must tighten,
But no one questions why;
When I tell the politicians: Jump!
They say to me: How high?

For centuries Iíve financed
A profitable cause
In every corner of the globe:
Pursuit of winless wars.

I agitate for peasants
To liberate their land;
When the winds of change
Blow cruel and strange
They never understand.

I am the banker man:
I secretly command;
Thereís no chance to the worldís despair,
Itís all the way I planned.

Iím honoured and respected,
I give to charity.
But if I have to bounce your cheque
Iíll charge a hefty fee.

You work until your fingers
Are tender to the bone;
I write a figure in my book
And cancel all you own.

Theeís nobody can tame me,
Iím out of all control;
Dictatorship by finance
Of the planet is my goal.

Some say I am the puppet
Of emperors and kings,
But he who pays the piper
Calls the tune and pulls the strings.

I am the banker man:
My power is supreme,
With a wave of my pen
I make/break men,
Start a nightmare, end a dream.

I am the banker man:
Mine is the hidden hand,
You build my castles in the air,
And build your own on sand.

I am the banker man,
I rule by lies and stealth;
You pay my compound interest,
And I usurp your wealth.

I am the banker man:
I secretly command,
Thereís no chance to the worldís despair:
Ití all the way I planned.

Thereís no chance to the worldís despair:
Ití all the way I planned.


Run Wild, Run Free

Run wild, run free, you foolish young things,
Donít plan for tomorrow, donít care what it brings.

Run wild, run free, you havenít a care,
As long as you feel the cool breeze in your hair.

Your fathers, grandfathers, ancestors before
Never cared to conserve their unlimited store,

So you inherit a world that will soon
Be barren and lifeless and void as the Moon.

Take fish as you like in a great quantity
From that inexhaustible puddle the sea.

Shoot wildlife and cut down a jungle of trees,
Youíve only your comfort and wallets to please.

Pump sulphur dioxide and all sorts of waste
Direct to the atmosphere in a great haste.

Your atom and hydrogen bombs do explode,
Each one a more powerful, dangerous load.

Run wild, run free, you foolish young things,
Donít plan for tomorrow, donít care what it brings.

Run wild, run free, you havenít a care,
As long as you feel the cool breeze in your hair.

Donít bother conserving, thatís too much employ,
Itís always far better to use and destroy,

Pollution may poison the air and the sea,
But what do you care about that? Cíest la vie!

Run wild, run free, you foolish young things,
Donít plan for tomorrow, donít care what it brings.

Run wild, run free, and enjoy while you can
The fruits of your follies: irredeemable Man.

[Iíd be the first to admit this is a bit weak, lyrically, but itís the thought that counts.]


Seasons Change

Seasons change,
So do I,
So does the way I feel for you,
The time has come to say goodbye
And move along to pastures new.

Seasons change,
So do we,
Weíre different people two years on,
Now thereís contempt and jealousy
Where once was love, a love thatís gone.

Seasons change,
So do you,
You donít enthrall me anymore,
The time has come to say adieu
And set sail for a different shore.

Seasons change,
Iím sorry, babe,
Thereís nothing more that I can say,
Iím grateful for the love you gave,
But now we two
Must go our separate ways.


Shadow (Of A Man)

Shadow of a man,
Shadow of a man,
Shadow of a man,
Shadow of a man.

He had the gift, and he had to choose
Between his talent and indulgence, and he chose the booze,
A prima donna who was born to lose,
He hit the bottom,
There was no stopping him.

A shadow of a man,
Now heís a shadow of a man,
He had the world at his feet
And wound up walking the street,
Just another loser in the game.

Shadow of a man,
Shadow of a man.

Now when he wakes up in the morning
And he sees his face
Reflected in the mirror,
Itís such disgrace,
Sometimes he feels like
An outsider to the human race,
Heís gone to pot,
And all heís got
Is another empty bottle.

Shadow of a man,
Shadow of a man.

He had a wife and a house and car,
And everybody said heís gonna be a star,
But in the end he didnít get much farther
Than the bottom of a bottle...

Shadow of a man,
Heís just a shadow of a man.
He had the world at his feet
And wound up walking the street,
Just another loser in the...

Shadow of a man

Just another loser in the...

Shadow of a man

Just another loser in the game.

[The above was written about a well-known soccer player. People who know the not-so-beautiful game will have no trouble discerning who].


Sex Aní Drugs Aní Snooker

You see them on the your silver screen,
They wear suits, theíyre polite and clean,
But what goes on behind the scene?
Sex aní drugs aní snooker!

It isnít just a few big stars
Who get involved in brawls in bars,
And get black eyes, theyíve all got scars: Sex aní drugs aní snooker!

Poor Alex always takes the rap,
But he can be a pain,
And Kirkís a very pleasant chap
Although he snorts cocaine.

Thereís Tony Knowles, he does enjoy
The girls; thereís White the wonderboy,
And old Ray Reardonís not so coy:
Sex aní drugs aní snooker!

Steve Interesting Davies
Can be so very boring,
And Dennis Taylorís very nice
Except he canít stop jawing.

But what goes on in hotel beds
When Thorburnís potted all the reds?
ďWe all get stoned out of our heads!Ē - male voice chorus (ditto refrain)
Sex anídrugs aní snooker!

Youíre Chairman of the W.P.B.S.A. arenít you, Rex?
But though you disapprove of drugs...
ďIím very fond of sex!Ē

Young Tony Dragoís right on cue,
While Willie Thorne says ďYes, itís true
That bald men use a deeper screw!Ē
Sex aní drugs aní snooker!

Silvino, is it true you grassed Kirk Stevens up?
ďOh yes!Ē
No wonder you South Africans get such an awful press.

Len Ganley says ďLetís keep it cleanĒ.
While Alex says "What do you mean?"
ďI mean, you cunt, donít be obscene!Ē
Sex aní drugs aní snooker!
Sex aní drugs aní snooker!


Sheís Woman

Her hair is as fine
As fine can be,
Her body divine,
So is she,
She means all the world
To him, you and me,
Sheís feminine, sensuous, woman.

Sheís four foot eleven,
And six foot three tall,
Sheís white, black, brown, yellow,
A queen and a thrall,
Sheíll teach you to fly,
And sheíll force you to crawl,
Sheís feminine, sensuous, woman.

Oh,
The stars rise and set in her eyes,
Oh,
She beguiles you by mixing the truth with her lies.

Sheíll wound and sheíll hurt you
Till you cry and you bleed,
Youíll see all the warning signs,
But youíll not heed
The pitfalls and dangers
Because you so need
This temptress, seductress and woman.

Oh,
Sheíll charm her way into your bed,
Oh,
Sheíll capture your heart,
And sheíll screw up your head.

You canít live without her,
But what can you do?
You canít live with her either,
So both ways you lose,
For whichever you choose
You end up with the blues
Such is this enigma called woman.

Yes, whichever you choose
You end up with the blues
Such is the enigma of woman.


Show Me The Answer

Give me a vision,
Show me the way,
Give me a reason,
Let me know what to say.

Lead me from the darkness
And the doubt of night,
Never, never desert me,
Donít take away the light.

Give me an omen,
Give me a sign,
Destroy my illusions,
But donít leave me blind.

In my darkest hour
Donít let me walk alone,
Take my hand and guide me
Through the great unknown...
Show me the answer.

Give me a moment,
Give me a chance,
A path to improvement,
A way to advance.

Let me draw closer
To where youíre burning bright,
I want to feel your power,
Want to stay in the light.

Remove my pretentions,
I donít need them no more,
And my inhibitions,
What do I want them for?

If there is a meaning
Let me see it clear,
If there isnít, I still must know,
I will have no fear
If you show me the answer.


Shelly Girl

Not sure how she spelt her name exactly; Iíve got the sheet music somewhere.

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Sign Of The Times

Ridiní íome on the Underground
I got mugged by a gang of kids,
Not ten years old
But they rolled
Me over, aní left me on the skids,
Me Grandmuvverís always complaininí
About the íooligans down our end,
But me Dad says tí Muvver
That it ainít no trend,
Itís just a sign...
A sign of the times.

I got me a job in a shoe shop,
I bought me a three piece suit,
Me suit got nicked,
Aní the company kicked
By the VAT, so I got the boot.
Me grandfarverís always complaininí
That íis pension money ainít enough,
But me old man tells íim things ainít gettiní any roughí
Er, itís a sign...
A sign of the times.

Well it costs so much money
That it ainít at all funny
Just tí put some air in me tyres,
While the geezer at the station
Says íe blames it on inflation
Aní the Chancellorís desires;
Aní the rich are gettiní richer,
Aní the poor are gettiní poorer,
As the National Debt acquires
Really staggeriní proportions
With the interest extortions
Of the banks...
Itís just a sign of the times.
I got me a sister called Caroline,
Aní a right little raver is she,
She lives in a hurry,
Aní me Mumís always worry-
Iní about what sheís gonna be;
She says she wants to work as a topless model,
Itís a doddle,
Aní it pays real good,
While me Muvver says: No!
But me Dad says: Jo,
Itís just a sign...
A sign of the times.

Well I get up in the morniní
Aní before Iíve finished yawniní
Thereís me spaniel lickiní at me face,
íEís a faithful little nipper,
íCept heís gone aní chewed me slipper,
Aní itís all about the place,
Aní I need to earn a bob,

So I find another job,
Though I hate this rodent race,
But me Dad says though itís raininí
Thereís no use in you complaininí,
Itís a sign...
Itís just a sign of the times,
Yeah, just a sign of the times,
Itís just a sign of the times,
A sign of the times,
A sign of the times,
A sign of the times...

(Fade)

[Where are you, Chas & Dave?]


Spectre Of The Brocken

Like an optical illusion
Or a shadow in the snow.
I see his face in every crowd
Wherever I may go;
Though he has no tomorrow
Heís always on my mind:
The broken man the whole world left behind.

The Spectre Of The Brocken
To no one else appears,
He cries out in the darkness
But his pleas fall on deaf ears;
The whole world have forgotten,
To his suffering theyíre blind,
But The Spectre Of The Brocken
Is always on my mind.

His suicidal mission
To this unheeding shore,
Condemned him to a living Hell
For then and evermore;
He looked for peace and friendship,
But neither did he find,
Now The Spectre Of The Brocken
Rests uneasy on my mind.

The empty words of Churchill,
His talk of liberty,
Are now exposed for what they were:
The basest perfidy;
The talk of crushing tyrants,
Who would enslave us all,
Was naught but propaganda
To keep alive the War.

For all the countless millions
Who died in World War Two,
For different reasons
From those they thought they knew,
For one old man in Spandau,
And all of human kind,
Now The Spectre Of The Brocken
Rests uneasy on my mind.

The Spectre Of The Brocken
To no one else appears,
He cries out in the darkness
But his pleas fall on deaf ears;
The whole world have forgotten,
To his suffering theyíre blind,
But The Spectre Of The Brocken
Will be forever on my mind.


Strange World

When I was just a boy of ten
They said: Crime doesnít pay;
Be truthful, honouring all men,
And never go astray.

I took them at their word,
That never got me anywhere,
Iíd been out in the world
Some years before I grew aware

That crime pays rather well,
And lies serve most men good,
As long as crimeís within the law
And lies arenít understood.

I read about a man
Said he was crazy for his wife,
He told the judge he loved her so,
Thatís why he took her life.

I read about another man
So loved his countrymen,
And so desired their freedom
That he maimed and murdered them.

Thereís something like this happens
Everywhere I look or go,
The more I learn about this life,
The less I really know.

I turned on my TV one night
And had to shield my eyes,
I saw so many con men
Tell the world a pack of lies.

I saw my heroes libelled
And heard politicians speak,
They said to those who kill our sons
To turn the other cheek.

It may be that Iím foolish,
It may be that Iím slow,
But I believed in justice once,
Wherever did it go?

I met a man who wanted peace,
And friendship for us all,
Fair shares for working folk,
Emancipation for the thrawl.

Another man stood up and called
For justice for his race,
The first man, though his brother,
Punched the second in the face.

It may be that Iím stupid,
It may be that Iím blind,
But the more I learn,
The less I understand the human mind.

One night in a casino
I watched someone play roulette,
He dropped my monthly salary
With every losing bet.

He tipped the doorman with a ten,
Rode back to his hotel,
Heíd thrown away a hundred grand,
And though life was just swell.

The bread he lost was his,
No one persuaded him to play,
I have no right to criticise
His throwing it away.

But if I live a hundred years,
Of one thing Iíll be sure,
Whatever purpose it may have,
Thatís not what moneyís for.

A peasant farmer gives his lifeblood
To the land he tills,
He mortgages his livelihood
To pay his daily bills.

His creditor sits at his desk,
And with a stroke of ink
Adds thousands to the poor manís debts,
It makes me stop and think

That if there is a God above
This canít be what he planned;
The more I learn about this world,
The less I understand.

Most everywhere I read or look,
Newspapers or TV,
Thereís someone praising those
Responsible for misery.

Usurpers of the peopleís wealth
And murderers win fame,
While he who tried to save us,
Revilťd is his name.

I donít believe in Jesus,
I donít believe in Love,
And sometimes I have doubts
That there is still a God above.

For if there is a God above,
This canít be what he planned;
The more I learn about this life,
The less I understand.


Sunshine

Little girl been sitting in the shade too long,
Time to come out of the shadows
And start walking in the sunshine, sunshine.
So you made a big mistake, well, weíve all been wrong,
But the world will keep on turning,
So come out into the sunshine, sunshine.

Thereís no sense you crying now your loverís gone away,
Youíll soon find another when you go out
Walking in the sunshine, sunshine.
Dry your eyes, young woman, and start living for the day,
Lifeís too precious to be wasted,
So come out into the sunshine, sunshine.

There is no reason,
There is no rhyme,
So stop your crying,
And donít waste no more time.
Weíve all been unhappy.
I know he hurt you bad,
But that was yesterday,
Your wounds will heel, so donít be sad.

Little girl, I see a smile come to your face,
You look so much lovelier now youíre out
In the sunshine, sunshine.
So put the heartache behind you,
Get back in the race,
Youíve no time for sorrow,
Now youíre living in the sunshine, sunshine.


Swallows In September

Now Winterís dawning, comes the snow,
But everywhere I see or go
I cannot force myself not to remember
The day they gathered íneath the eaves
As slowly fell the Autumn leaves:
I canít forget the swallows in September.

I thought our love would never die,
Nor that weíd ever say goodbye,
I hoped that we would always be together,
But now I find that youíre untrue,
It leaves me feeling sad and blue
To think that what we had is gone forever.

We came together in the Spring,
And I knew you were everything,
The one and only girl I ever wanted,
The Harvest Moon shone down above
As you declared to me your love,
Now by these tender memories Iím haunted.

It seems like only yesterday
Your father said youíd gone away
To Gretna Green where you had wed another.
And now Iím sitting in my chair,
My heart is broken with despair
To think our everlasting love is over.

We lay together in your bed,
Then suddenly you raised your head
And stared across the rooftops at the swallows.
You said: ďTheyíll soon be leaving hereĒ,
And then you shed a silent tear,
How could I know that you were soon to follow?

Now Winterís dawning, comes the snow,
But everywhere I see or go
I cannot force myself not to remember
The day they gathered íneath the eaves
As slowly fell the Autumn leaves:
I canít forget the swallows in September.

I canít forget the swallows in September.


The Alien

Stranger at the party,
Walk into the room,
Jungle music stings my ears,
Choke on reefer fumes.

Young girl throws her arms around me,
Tells me: Youíre the star.
But I feel like a man from,
I feel like a man from Mars.

Everybody talkiní,
Passiní round the drink,
I jus sit there gawkiní
At the lady who gives me a wink.

Says: I really like you;
Not been here before?
Baby, I wonít bite you,
Whatchoo say we score?

Canít refuse her offer,
Take her home to bed,
Canít forget quite either
Something that she said,

Youíre not like the other guys
I pick up in these bars,
You act like a man from,
And love like a man from Mars.

Every time I come to these places
I see people turniní on,
Canít understand the looks on their faces
When they see me drink alone.

This is what they call haviní a good time,
Never could see the point,
Quarter of an hour aní Iím makiní a beeline
Anywhere out of the joint.

Went to another party,
Year on to the day,
Blew out all the candles
Then turned and walked away.

As I left the building
Heard the guy who parked the crs
Say: Looks like heís leaviní
The one they call the man from Mars.


The Brixton Rap

Hey brooder, the pigs are on the streets,
Aní poundiní their community beats;
They say this is the way itís gonna be
Now they canít send in the SPG:
Do The Brixton Rap:
Donít take no crap
From no SDP or no Tory sap;
Do The Brixton Rap:
Tell Maggie aní Neal
We gettiní too much hassle from Mr Peel.

Hey brooder, dey say we selliní drugs,
Aní they treat us black folk like weíre mugs,
But if they come down to our frontline
We gonna give them fuzz a real hard time.
Do The Brixton Rap:
Donít take no crap
From no SDP or no Tory sap;
Do The Brixton Rap:
Aní tell them clear
You get your asses kicked if you come round here.

Hey brooder, here they come, quick, tell the guys
Wait till you see the whites of their eyes,
Then go into the attack routine:
First the bullets, then the mortars, then the gasoline.
Do The Brixton Rap:
Donít take no crap
From no SDP or no Tory sap;
Do The Brixton Rap:
This is our ghet-to,
Like Watts or Harlem or So-wet-o.

Do The Brixton Rap:
Donít take no crap
From no SDP or no Tory sap;
Do The Brixton Rap:
Tell Maggie aní Neal
We takiní no more hassle from Mr Peel.

[Rap is of course three quarters crap; this is Alís modest contribution, somewhat date now.]


The Bunker

My husband, how youíve aged and greyed these long war years,
And now your will is ailing as the moment nears
As everything we fought for, all the love that we enjoyed
Is by the servants of the dark destroyed.

My husband, how you tire, come lie with me awhile,
And rest your head upon my breast for just awhile,
And let us share a final kiss,
For if it has to end like this,
You will not die alone here in the bunker.

My husband, how our people praise your holy name,
The Lightning and the Sun into this world you came,
And brought a message and a hope
To Nordic hearts that couldnít cope,
But now your dream must die here in the bunker.

Oh must your dream die with you love?
It cannot be, for God above
Would not permit such wickedness to win.
Your flesh and mine will feed the fire
But from the ashes of our pyre,
The Phoenix bird will rise and cast out sin.

So close your eyes and kiss me for the final time,
And hold your precious body tightly pressed to mine,
And love me like you used to do,
While I swear Iíll be ever true,
And we will die together in the bunker.

[The less said about this, the better!]

The Chestnut Waltz

A simple piece, as far as I recall it was written at Chestnut Avenue, circa 1980.

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The Creeper

In the dead of night
When no sound or sight
Is heard or seen,
The Creeperís on the prowl
In the gloom
Of the hotel room.

Lady softly sleepiní,
In the morning sheíll be weepiní
Cos a strangerís been,
And her handbagís gone with her cash and jewels;
The Creeper stole the lot,
Took everything sheís got!

Heís the Creeper,
A shadow on the wall,
A phantom in the dark,
Youíll never hear the Creeper call.
Heís the Creeper,
And when heís been you wonít forget
That you were once a victim
Of the Silhouette.

The businessman is out,
The vinoís clout
Was too much for him,
He;s lying on the bed,
By his head
Stands the man in black.
Heís emptying his waller,
Heís stole the fellowís locket
From around his neck,
Gold watch and chain,
And credit card;
Heís the pain and the bane
Of Scotland Yard.

Heís the Creeper,
A shadow on the wall,
A phantom in the dark,
Youíll never hear the Creeper call.
Heís the Creeper,
And when heís been you wonít forget
That youíre the latest victim
Of the Silhouette.

(Repeat to fade)

[I wrote this with sinister intentions, but Alan thought it was basically a fun track.]


The Dark Man Theme

This was recorded at Venner Road late 1986-92, I canít be more specific than that; Alan said it was a canon. Whatever, Iíve always had a thing about octaves and fifths, especially when put together like this. It sounds better on the piano, and I hope one day to be able to commission a fully orchestrated arrangement.

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The Funny Farm

Got up 6am on Monday,
Heard a voice inside my head
Tell me it was really Sunday,
Yawned and got back into bed.

Didnít go to work till Tuesday,
Boss said: Youíre a lazy slob;
Told me he was docking my pay,
Told him he could stuff his job.

My girlfriend said: What you gonna do?
If you ainít got a job, I canít marry you;
She nag, nag, nag and she whine and howl,
So I strangled her with a bathroom towel.

Left her on the kitchen table,
Didnít know quite what to do,
Went to see my sister Mabel,
Took her for a drink or two.

Didnít have the nerve to tell her.
Then a voice inside my ear
Said to me: Why donít you kill her?
Sounded like a good idea.

So I walked my sister out of the bar,
And I pushed her under a speeding car,
The voice in my head will be the end of me,
When they find out what Iíve done itíll have to be

The funny farm,
Iím going to the funny farm
Where the men in the white coats
Will lock me in a padded cell.

The funny farm,
Iím going to the funny farm;
Theyíll call me a schizo and a psychopath
Cos Iíd cut you into pieces for a laugh.

Didnít make an exhibition,
No one saw my sister die,
Then I lost all inhibition,
Thought Iíd have another try.

Voice told me to go one better,
Make the next a big event,
Guided me to the theatre,
Soon I knew just what it meant.

At the end of the performance of Shakespeare
I brought a new twist to the play King Lear,
While the audience applauded the leading man
I torched the place with a petrol can.

Now itís the funny farm,
Iím going to the funny farm,
Iíve got a voice in my head tells me: Kill, kill, kill!
And although I feel fine theyíll say Iím ill.

Itís the funny farm,
Iím going to the funny farm,
I canít understand why I act so badm
Iím a rational man; am I really mad?

The funny farm,
Iím going to the funny farm.

[I wrote this sometime after my collaboration with Alan had finished; if I recall, I sent a demo with a chord progression to Andrew; his arrangement, while significantly different from what Iíd intended, captures the tone of the piece. Like much of his own early - and at times extremely zany - material, it has stood the test of time remarkably well.]


The Grand Design

Why didnít we,
Why couldnít we
Have seen the Grand Design?
How can a nation be so deaf,
Or a people be so blind?

How could it have happened
That the enemy overnight
Took our land without a fight,
Sold their wrong to us as right,
And their darkness as our light?

How could we have fallen
For the lies of their machine?
And why did we not seek the truth
For a world still rich and green
Where a horseman was never seen?

We should have seen the danger signs,
We should have read between the lines,
We should have acted while we could,
We should have understood.

Now the candle is burning low
And the hour is growing late,
The forces of our Lords advance
Disguised as the Third Estate.
They scream with manic hate.
The fools canít see their fate.

All that once was beautiful
To the Pit has been consigned,
The web of their deception
Has grown and been refined,
And all who arenít entwined
To death have long been resigned.

How could it have happened
That the enemy overnight
Took our land without a fight,
Sold their wrong to us as right,
And their darkness as our light?

Why didnít we,
Why couldnít we
Have seen the Grand Design?
How can a nation be so deaf,
How can a people be so blind?


The Higher You Fly

You thought it was all so easy
To take the money and run,
But now thereís a ghost from the distant past
Come back to haunt you and spoil your fun.

Yesterday you were a mouse at play,
Now the cat has got your back to the wall.
The higher you fly:
The harder you fall.

You played us for a bunch of suckers,
Now once again the tables are turned.
Because a man who keeps putting his hand in the fire
Will end up with his fingers burned.

The slave is liberated,
The master of the house is a thrall.
The higher you fly:
The harder you fall.

You schemed the great deception,
Yours was the perfect crime,
But like the man said
You can only fall all of the people
For some of the time.

You had it coming to you,
For once your plans were laid
There was no turning back,
Now the price of greed is paid.

You weaved a web of fear and hurt,
But now the spiderís caught.
Youíre gonna get your just dessert,
Your schemes have come to naught.

How are the mighty humbled,
How low those who stood tall.
The higher you fly:
The harder you fall.

(Repeat last verse).


The Lair Of The White Worm

Lady Arabella, see the hatred in your face,
Now I know the reason you despise the human race;
Lady Arabella, youíre a serpent in the darkest night,
Satanís own creation is the woman with the evil eyes.

Lady Arabella tears a mongoose with her hands,
Hypnotises Caswell to pursue her evil plans;
Lady Arabella, youíre a harbinger of misery,
Stranger kind of woman never was, could never, ever be.

(Lengthy blues guitar solo - uptempo)

Lady Arabella drags a Negro down to Hell,
Edgar Caswellís servant to the bottom of the well;
Lady Arabella, youíre a harbinger of misery,
Far worse than Medusa out of ancient Greek mythology.

[For the full background to and context of the above song, click here].


The Magic Is Gone

Baby, Iíd like to stay with you
Till the other side of midnight,
Iíd like to lay you down and love you
Just this one more time.

I know youíd like to love me too
For an hour in the moonlight,
But we both know it would be
A pantomime.

Cos the magic is gone,
I donít turn on
Anymore when I look into your eyes,
I donít feel a shiver running down my spine,
And Iíve seen through your disguise.

The magic is gone,
And it would be wrong
For the two of us to still pretend
That a broken heart can ever truly mend.

[There is - or was - another verse, unfortunately...]


The Man Most Likely To

If youíre walkiní home, and lyiní in the mud,
You see your brother covered in blood,
His head cracked open, and his wallet gone,
Donít you turn your back and walk straight on.

Go and tend his wounds, and help him by,
But donít ask who did this and why,
Cos you donít like the answer he gives to you:
The man in the mirror is the man most likely to.

If you see your sister without her dress,
Her bare arms bruised and her face a mess,
Donít stare at her like she was a whore,
Cos thatís not what sheís asking for.

If you help her up, and you drive her home,
And they file her: Rape by man unknown,
Donít ask the cops why they have no clue,
Cos the man in the mirror is the man most likely to.

Every day theyíre lyiní andí theyíre stealiní,
Itís every man for himself, so run for cover.

Every day, theyíre killiní one another,
Itís dog eat dog, win or die,
Brother shootiní brother.

If you see the war live on TV,
And the newsman says to a refugee:
Your village was raised to the ground,
And no survivors could be found.

If you see the dead in an open grave
And the sight brings nightmares to the brave,
When the world asks why? You tell them who:
The man in the mirror is the man most likely to.

When the world screams why? You have no clue,
Cos the man in the mirror is the man most likely to.


The Spoken Word

Part One

The Daemon, wretched of the Earth
Still eludes me,
But there is one even more wretched:
I, Victor Frankenstein,
Creator of this abomination,
And murderer by proxy
Of my own brother,
My lifelong friend Clerval,
And my darling Elizabeth.
O heavy heart, how is it you still beat?
But I will destroy him yet,
He is but a day ahead at most.
I will have him!
He will be mine!
I will destroy this...thing
That I have created.

Part Two

September twelfth,
It is all over,
I have lost my hopes of utility and glory,
But far, far worse,
I hae lost my newfound friend;
Frankenstein is dead!
Where will I find another such as he?
O poor, unhappy man.
So terribly you suffered,
Pursuing until the end, your Daemon.
Miserable creature,
Inhuman fiend!
O poor Frankenstein,
Poor, poor Frankenstein,
But that I could have known you
Another place, another time.

[For the full background to and context of the above song, click here].


The Wine Dark Sea (Leave Me To The Tundra)

O friend of Frankenstein,
You must despise me so,
But now the ice is breaking up.
Our own ways we must go.

My God and my Creator
Has drawn his final breath,
Now for the wretched creature
That I am, thereís only death.

You will sail to the South,
But to the North Pole I
Must flee and build my pyre,
And by my own hand die.

So turn your ship around.
And make your way back home,
And leave this fiend and murderer
To perish here alone.

O leave me to the tundra,
And sail away across the wine dark sea,
O leave me to the tundra,
And look ye not behind.

Leave me to the tundra,
And sail away across the wine dark sea,
O leave me to the tundra,
And look ye not behind.

The life of this abomination
Has been cruel and short,
I could have loved, but I was eíer despised.
I haunted my Creator, of his misery made sport,
Now hollow is the triumph I once prized.

O Frankenstein, I never asked
Your love or sympathy,
But just a chance to make a decent life;
I reasoned with you on the mountain
And you did agree
To make a woman to take as my wife.

But you broke your word,
How great is my ugliness?
You and your fellow men
Filled my good heart with bitterness.

Now we both pay the price,
And die here on the ice,
O Frankenstein, why did you hate me so?
Now Captain, do you know,
And do you understand?
Turn your fair ship around,
And take you homewardbound.

And leave me to the tundra,
And sail away across the wine dark sea,
O leave me to the tundra,
And look ye not behind.

Leave me to the tundra,
And sail away across the wine dark sea,
O leave me to the tundra,
And look ye not behind.

O leave me to the tundra,
And sail away across the wine dark sea,
O leave me to the tundra,
And look ye not behind.

O leave me to the tundra,
And sail away across the wine dark sea,
O leave me to the tundra,
And look ye not behind.

[For the full background to and context of the above song, click here].


The Winter Of Our Discontent

Two unhappy men,
One shortly to be dead,
A third, not quite a man,
With so much blood upon his head.

A restless, frightened crew,
A ship thatís doomed to fail,
The discontent of a lonely winterís tale.

Everywhere around is white,
And cold as cold can be,
Marooned and helpless,
Stuck fast in the frozen Arctic Sea,
A melancholy hour
And a heart of misery
Conspire to make this seem
Like the end of the world.

The traveller tries to speak,
But he can say no more,
His eyes close for the last time,
His friend is weeping silently,
Soon will come the Daemon,
But too late to repent,
For now has come the Winter
Of his final discontent.

Everywhere around is white,
And cold as cold can be,
Marooned and helpless,
Stuck fast in the frozen Arctic Sea,
A melancholy hour
And a heart of misery
Conspire to make this seem
Like the end of the world.

[For the full background to and context of the above song, click here].


The Wrecker

Young lady, donít you ever let the Wrecker in your bed,
Donít let him talk his way into your heart;
Donít be impressed by anything heís ever done or said,
Heís wily as a fox and twice as smart.

Heís broken hearts like yours before too many times to count,
Too many girls have fallen for his lies,
Heíll kid you, twist you round his finger, but donít ever doubt
Heís nothing but the Devil in disguise.

Heís the Wrecker,
A harbinger of misery,
Heíll never bring you anything but pain,
Heís the Wrecker,
Heíll break your heart so terribly
Youíll never want to fall in love again,
In love again.

Heíll tell you heís a millionaire, controls a mighty empire,
Heíll promise you a home in Paradise,
But lady donít you bare your throat, heís nothing but a vampire,
His words are false, his heartís as cold as ice.

Heíll take you body, take your money, take away your pride,
And leave you broken, like an empty shell,
With nothing left but pain and animosity inside,
Youíll curse his name, and pray he goes to Hell.

Heís the Wrecker,
A harbinger of misery,
Heíll never bring you anything but pain,
Heís the Wrecker,
Heíll break your heart so terribly
Youíll never want to fall in love again.

Heís the Wrecker,
A harbinger of misery,
Heíll never bring you anything but pain,
Heís the Wrecker,
Heíll break your heart so terribly
Youíll never want to fall in love again,
In love again.

[Written in Baronmetric Stanzas as for example the poem City Kid.]


Thea

Thea,
Thereíll never be a-
Nother girl like you,
Another pearl like you.

Thea,
My precious Thea,
Why did you choose the boy from Birmingham,
Not me?

Thea,
I am sincere,
I love you so,
I have to let you know,
That we are,
And always will be,
If not in matrimony,
Then in harmony.

Oh Thea,
Life is austere,
Without your gentle touch,
I need your love so much,
But Thea,
The truth is clear,
You chose the boy from Birmingham,
Not me.


Theme From A Dream

Basically a chord progression. I have a recording of this somewhere.


Theme From An Empty Garret

Composed on acoustic guitar in June 1986. In an empty garret, of course! My own arrangement.

Click here to download Theme From An Empty Garret


Throgmorton Street Blues

Ainít got no money no more,
Ainít got no money no more,
Ainít got no money no more,
Now the stags are all at bay,
Ainít got no money no more,
Ainít got no money no more,
Ainít got no money no more,
Cos the bear is on his way.

Left school last year
Aní got a job
In the City of London Town;
I bought aní sold,
Commissions rolled,
And the market never looked down.

I bought me a Porsche
And a penthouse flat,
On a mortgage and HP,
But my yuppie lifestyle
Has plummeted with the Dow-Jones aní the FOOTSIE.

Ainít got no money no more,
Ainít got no money no more,
Ainít got no money no more,
Now the stags are all at bay,
Ainít got no money no more,
Ainít got no money no more,
Ainít got no money no more,
Cos the bear is on his way.

This time last week
I was a whizz kid with a filofax,
Come Tuesday morniní aní the boss
Has given me the axe.

I donít know what Iím gonna do;
Iíll have to sell my car,
But first things first,
Iím to drown my sorrows in the bar.

Ainít got no money no more,
Ainít got no money no more,
Ainít got no money no more,
Now the stags are all at bay,
Ainít got no money no more,
Ainít got no money no more,
Ainít got no money no more,
Cos the bear is on his way.

O save me, save me please:
I shouldíve seen Black Monday cominí,
Commissions in a squeeze,
And now the brokers are a-runniní.

I used to have a portfolio
Of high performance shares,
But now Iíve sold my stereo
On account of them there bears.

Iíve pawned my brand new Rolex watch,
And Iíve cancelled my holiday;
The new Depression has arrived,
And it looks like itís here to stay.

Ainít got no money no more,
Ainít got no money no more,
Ainít got no money no more,
Now the stags are all at bay,
Ainít got no money no more,
Ainít got no money no more,
Ainít got no money no more,
Cos the bear is on his way.


Time We Said Goodbye

I have no dreams anymore,
I donít believe in me, I donít believe in you;
I have no faith anymore,
This thing we had together, could never have come true.
Please donít look so despondent, my young friend,
There is no sense in us living a lie,
And I am sure youíll realise in the end,
That itís time we said goodbye.

We both worked so very hard,
Itís such a pity that it cost us both so dear,
Iím feeling old, worn and tired,
Yet as I look back now, I see the falsehoods clear.
Please donít look so despondent, my young friend,
There is no sense in us living a lie,
And I am sure youíll realise in the end,
That itís time we said goodbye.
Yes my friend, itís time we said goodbye.


Tragedy & Hope

It started with a pirate
In 1694:
He held a king to ransom
For a loan to wage a war.

The bankers and their agents
Soon joined that company
And for two hundred and fifty years
Grew fat on usury.

They schemed at Jekyll Island
To instigate the Fed,
Their puppets in the Congress
And the world, their press misled.

The lie they sold was freedom;
The truth was slavery.
They said they were the Hope of the world;
They were its Tragedy.

Politicians fought them,
Men with high ideals,
But never could they thwart them,
Or their crooked deals.

Napoleon and Lincoln
And others came to grief.
The virtuous are libelled:
Honoured is the thief.

Power their obsession,
They nurtured booms and busts,
Engineered the Great Depression
With their money trusts.

From the town of Braunau
Arose a Leader to set us free,
He was the Hope of the world,
They called him its Tragedy.

Men shut their ears to reason,
And their eyes were struck blind,
They listened only to treason:
The folly of human kind!

The Leader was defeated,
They rang their hands with glee.
They slew the Hope of the world
And replaced him with Tragedy.

Decades the war is over,
But still their lie is sold.
How wonderful is love for man;
How terrible for gold.

The power of the money trusts
Again holds men in chains,
While politicians bow to Mammon
The evil will remain.

Now every great achievement
Of man brings forth a debt:
The agŤd freeze, the children starve,
Our Lords show no regret.

Yet he is born, a Leader
Who still may set us free,
He is the Hope of the world,
Theyíll call him its Tragedy.

When he rises like a Phoenix
From the ashes to set us free
Heíll be the hope of the world,
Donít let us call him its Tragedy.


Waiting In The Wings For The Call That Never Comes

Waiting in the wings
For the call that never comes,
Brooding over things
That were never said or done.

Reflecting on the ones
Who got there after all,
And wondering why they did,
When you were doomed to fall.

Knocking on the door
You prayed would never close,
Shaken to the core,
But thatís just the way it goes.

For every one that triumphs
Thereís more than just a few
Are fated to fail but why oh why
Is the loser always you?

Life is never fair,
Itís brutal, cruel and short,
They laugh at your despair,
And turn your suffíring into sport.

No justice for the wicked,
And far too much for you,
The bitter taste of failure...

[We did complete this song but the rest of it including my co-writerís arrangement appears to be lost. For the moment, at least.]


Walls Closing In

Next month Iíll be thirty-three,
Donít know whatís to come of me,
Only thing of which Iím sure:
This rate wonít make thirty-four.
Every passing day brings dread,
Think Iím surely better dead,
Feel the pressure of
Walls closing in.

Every morning comb my hair,
In the mirror, vacant stare,
Canít believe the sight I see,
Is that stranger really me?
Looks more haunted than Macbeth,
Face is like a mask of death.
No respite as
Walls come closing in.

Canít stop dwelling on the past,
Wonder how it went so fast,
Good times are forever gone,
Storm clouds where the Sun once shone,
Every alleyway is blind,
All hope gone and peace of mind,
Heat is on as
Walls come closing in.

No way out as
Walls come closing in.


Water Song

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Watermelon Sherbet

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When Love Is Gone

Out in the world and alone again,
My tears are hidden by the falling rain,
I sit behind my frosted window pain,
And I think to myself what now,
When love is gone?

From out of my life I watch you walk away,
I wish you lots of love and come what may,
I understand why you couldnít stay,
But what am I meant to do
Now love is gone?

Empty rooms in a house
That once was full of happiness,
The warmth and love have fled
Leaving only cold and gloominess,
Oh babe, I tried,
But I couldnít keep you satisfied,
Now what am I meant to do
When love is gone?

[In 1985-6, I was experimenting with all sorts of weird timings, so itís ironic that I wrote a song in 5/4 time purely by accident. I canít find the original lyrics (which are to be presumed destroyed) so am not sure if there was another verse or one of the above is meant to be repeated; the only thing I do remember, clearly, is that the last lines should read ďTell me what am I meant to do...Now love is gone?Ē]


White Rose Of Halifax


Woman, Donít Waste My Time

Woman, donít waste my time
By making eyes at me,
You know the kind of man that Iím,
And you donít like what you see.

I can tell by the way youíre fakiní
If I ask you for a date,
Youíll leave me standing in the rain,
And I wonít set eyes on you again.

Woman, donít waste my time,
And say youíll be my friend,
Though you speak the words so fine,
Your eyes still say pretend.

Woman, donít waste my time,
Because Iím not naÔve,
Iíve heard that suckerís line,
Itís not one I believe.

Iíve met you in a hundred places,
Donít say itís not so,
A painted smile on both your faces;
Sincerity youíll never know.

Woman, donít waste my time,
Cos I know you find me bland,
Youíll want me till the morning light,
Like any one night stand.

Youíve got what you came here for,
Thank you for the ride,
We both took what we wanted
Until the morning light.
Now woman, donít waste my time.


Would You?

When I look
In your eyes,
I canít tell if youíre sincere?
Are you all that you appear?
I still have a nagging fear

That youíll love
Me today,
Then tomorrow you will leave,
That you will this fool deceive,
That youíll make his poor heart grieve,

If I said
That I cared,
Would you say you love me too?
Would you swear you would be true?
Would you stay with me
And lay with me
And never make me blue?

Would you give
Me your hand?
Would you tell me Iím the one?
Would you live with me,
And give to me
Until your life is done?

Tell me you
Will be mine
Till the seas have all run dry?
Till the birds no longer fly?
Till the stars fall from the sky?

Hold me tight?
Hold me close?
Say youíll never let me go?
And you will be mine
Till the end of time
For you need my loviní so?

Click here for a scan of an arpeggiated arrangement.


Write The Music

Had it up to here with
Your lectures and your talks,
Had a gutful of your philosophising
You say youíre something special,
You think youíre number one,
The road is straight ahead: no compromising.

Another day wasted,
Another dollar down the drain,
Another trip to the bad side of the river.
You never stop to reason,
Itís always push, push, push,
Youíre playiní a game you know you canít win,
Now look at the state youíve got me in.

But no more! From now on we do it my way,
Weíre goiní forward, weíre gonna hit the heights.
So get your act together,
Weíve many storms to weather,
Donít look back now, not ever:
Write the music.

Thereís so much competition,
Donít treat it with derision,
Just leave me the decisions,
And write the music.

You donít know whatís goiní on, whatís cookiní,
You donít see them laugh behind your back,
Without me youíd never get a look in,
Just trust me and weíll go from red to black.

Thereís really nothing more that I can tell you,
Except to hold your tongue and button down,
You know by now I have no truths to sell you,
But youíre not gonna treat me like a clown.

Cos Iíll be watchiní you,
To make sure we pull through.
And all youíve gotta do
Is write the music.

Weíve still a way to go,
When we get there youíll know,
Until then, donít you slow:
Write the music.

Accept it with good grace,
That this will be your place,
So shut your stupid face,
And write the music.


Yesterdayís Man

I realised the punters were fickle,
They wouldnít take any old junk,
But I still thought theyíd make me a mickle:
I wasnít some overnight punk.
The ephemeral dancers,
They came and they went,
The hopeless romancers
Were here and then spent.
For the crowds slowed right down to a trickle,
Then came Father Time with his sickle,
And the star became an also-ran,
Now Yesterdayís Man
Is a flash in the pan.

Remember me, Yesterdayís Man,
Remember me, flash in the pan,
Who owned up to a sheep
Yet was hanged for a lamb,
Remember me - Yesterdayís Man.

Iíd seen more than my fair share of losiní,
Disillusion and heartache I knew,
And Iíd seen better men take tíbooziní,
And Iíd seen lesser men shine on through.
There was no rhyme nor reason
Some found no success,
No explaininí or easiní
Their bad luck, I guess,
And others who thought they were cruisiní
Were only their egos bemusiní,
They never knew where they were
Till the shit hit the fan,
And Yesterdayís Man
Became a flash in the pan.

Remember me, Yesterdayís Man,
Remember me, flash in the pan,
Who owned up to a sheep
Yet was hanged for a lamb,
Remember me - Yesterdayís Man.

Still I always thought sooner or later
The day would come when Iíd arrive,
They said life is like an elevator,
You go down then up in overdrive,
But the day never came,
Though the years rolled on by,
I was out of the game
Always wondering why.
Of the two evils, I chose the greater,
I shouldíve left to become a spectator,
For the winners get out while they can
Cos Yesterdayís Man
Is a flash in the pan.

Remember me, Yesterdayís Man,
Remember me, flash in the pan,
Who owned up to a sheep
Yet was hanged for a lamb,
Remember me - Yesterdayís Man.

Remember me, Yesterdayís Man,
Remember me, flash in the pan,
No one noticed Iíd gone,
Even less gave a damn.
Remember me...Yesterdayís Man.

[Yesterdayís Man was inspired by a poem called no chance by es (presumably Eric Smith) in Hooligan Heart, issue 1, c1984. I wrote it c1985; nearly a quarter of a century on, it is more relevant to me than ever. Sigh.]


Yours For The Asking

You donít have to make me blue,
You donít even have to say: I love you.
You donít have to swear youíll always be true...
Iím yours for the asking.

You donít have to make me cry,
You donít have to prove yourself over and over,
You donít have to tell me no sweet sounding lies...
Iím yours for the asking.

Whatever, whenever, however you want me,
Any time or place will be just fine.
No hesitating,
No tiresome waiting,
Just say that you want me,
Youíve got me hooked, hooked on your line.

You donít have to give excuses,
You donít even have to make heated denials,
I know I have my uses,
And Iím glad that itís so.

You donít have to hide the others,
You donít have to ask my humble forgiveness,
Cos my love for you is like a sickness.
And Iím yours for the asking.

Whatever, whenever, however you want me,
Any time or place will be just fine.
No hesitating,
No tiresome waiting,
Just say that you want me,
Youíve got me hooked, hooked on your line.

You donít have to give excuses,
You donít even have to make heated denials,
I know I have my uses,
And Iím glad that itís so.

You donít have to hide the others,
You donít have to ask my humble forgiveness,
Cos my love for you is like a sickness.
And Iím yours for the asking.
Yes my love for you is like a sickness.
And Iím yours for the asking.

[Although I wrote this three or four years before The Fabulous Baker Boys was released I envisaged someone like Michelle Pfeiffer singing it cabaret style.]


(Youíve Got A) Strange Mentality

In all my life Iíve never met
A mattoid such as you,
Iíll never understand
The crazy things you do.

You say you want to rob the rich
So you can feed the poor,
Next thing you turn the mendicant
In horror from your door.

I donít know where youíre at,
But I can still see that
Youíve got a strange mentality.

You say you want a just world
Where all people can be free,
You write reams about Tories
But donít mention usury.

You campaign against missiles,
Say we cannot live in fear,
But when the IRA throw bombs,
You pretend not to hear.

Youíve either lost your mind,
Or propagandaís made you blind:
Youíve got a strange mentality.

Is it a poison or a madness thatís afflicting you?
Is it something in the blood or in the air?
Because it seems to me some strange drug youíre addicted to
Has eaten up your reason
And blown your brain,
Itís not the silly season:
Youíve gone insane.

You say youíre horrified by war,
We all must work for peace,
Social injustice you deplore,
Conflict and strife must cease,

Next thing you mount a boycott
Against your Southern kin;
Iíve never met a man
Who so despised his own white skin.

I wish youíd act your age
Instead of scream with rage;
Youíve got a strange mentality.

I donít know where youíre at,
But I can still see that
Youíve got a strange mentality.

Youíve either lost your mind,
Or propagandaís made you blind:
Youíve got a strange mentality.

I wish youíd act your age
Instead of scream with rage;
Youíve got a strange mentality.


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