Who Am I?

A song with lyrics by myself and Tony Groves. Who am I? Good question.

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In a land of strangers with ways hard to know

Isolation, frustration, continually grow
Alone every day, alone every night

Life full of nothing, no friend in sight
Trapped in a place where nothing is right

Trapped in the dark and screaming for light
Depression for meat, sorrow for drink

A spirit embittered, how low can it sink?
I’m a pile of junk mail landing on your mat
I’m the left over food that you fed your cat
I’m the faded letters on a roadside sign
I’m a broken clock that can’t tell the time
I’m the curtain you pull across your window pane
I’m the price you pay for your moment of fame
I’m the broken switch on your bedroom light
I’m the bed that you fall asleep in at night

Try to be positive when everything’s wrong

Try to stay calm, but it doesn’t last long
Try to be nice, but keep filling with rage

Pouring out vitriol, page after page
Temper uncertain, thoughts tinged with madness

Once there was hope, now there’s only sadness
Today or tomorrow, all seem the same

Nothing to lose, but still less to gain
I’m the crap you bought at the shopping mall
I’m the dirty boots that you left in the hall
I’m the man on the telly in the shiny suit
I’m the tune you play on a broken flute
I’m the ads on the telly between the shows
I’m the poor lost soul that nobody knows
I’m the last cigarette that you dropped in the street
I’m the unshed tear that you tried to weep

I’m the left over food that you fed your cat
I’m a pile of junk mail landing on your mat
I’m the poor lost soul that nobody knows
I’m the ads on the telly between the shows
I’m a broken clock that can’t tell the time
I’m the faded letters on a roadside sign
I’m the unshed tear that you tried to weep
I’m the last cigarette that you dropped in the street
I’m the bed that you fall asleep in at night
I’m the broken switch on your bedroom light
I’m the price you pay for your moment of fame
I’m the curtain you pull across your window pane
I’m the dirty boots that you left in the hall
I’m the crap you bought at the shopping mall
I’m the tune you play on a broken flute
I’m the man on the telly in the shiny suit
Who am I?

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Walking Blues

I’ve always liked simple blues numbers. There’s something about them that really gets under my skin.

Now I’m no Clapton or Muddy Waters or B.B.King, but here’s a live recording of my good self doing an old Robert Johnson number that I have fond memories of the Blues Merchants performing in a church hall in Wimbledon when I was still at school and before I was even old enough to drive my own car.

It brings back a lot of memories, Hope you enjoy it – and even if you don’t, I did ;-)

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Woke up this morning I looked around for my shoes
You know I had them mean old walking blues
Yeah, I woke up this morning I looked around for my shoes
You know I had them, uh, mean old walking blues

Some people tell me that them blues ain’t bad
It’s the worst old feeling I ever had
People tell me that them ol’ blues ain’t bad
It’s the worst old feeling, uh Lord, I ever had

Minutes seem like hours and hours seem like days
Since my baby started her low down cheating ways
Minutes seem like hours and hours seem like days
Since my baby started her low down cheating ways

I woke up this morning, people, I looked around for my shoes
You know I had those mean old walking blues
Yeah, I woke up this morning I looked around for my shoes
Yeah, you know I had those, uh, mean old walking blues

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Snobs

Ever been in a nice quiet bar when a load of hooray henry’s appear spouting bullshit at the top of their voices, telling everybody how wonderful they are with all their money and their stuff? Ever felt like just telling them to fuck off and spread their bullshit somewhere else?

And then you realise that there’s really no point in wasting your breath because you’re just a peasant unfit to breathe the same air as them.

Yes? Well, you’ll like this song then!

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Noisy snobs – Plum in mouth
Never talk – They always shout
Through the hot air – Bullshit floats
Spewing from – Their snooty throats
Peaceful bar – Quiet drink
All gone down – The kitchen sink
In they come – In a herd
Their voices all – That can be heard
Boring bastards – Lacking wit
Churning out – A load of shit

Flashy houses – Flashy cars
Designer clothes – And second homes
Trying to – Outdo each other
Boasting to – Outbrag the other
Is it real? – Who can tell?
Is it just – A tale they tell?
Tell me how – You make your money
Do you really? – Why how funny!
What’s your sport? – Bridge or golf?
What’s your poison? – Gin or scotch?

Why do you – Invade their space?
Why don’t you – Know your place?
Musn’t speak – They cut you dead
Peasant tattooed – ‘cross your head
Class distinction – Alive and well
Tell them they – Can go to hell!

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New Tricks

I thought is was time time to try something different, so I was messing around on the Strat and came up with this.

Distorted guitar and a simple drumbeat with and overlaid solo and single vocals. Might even be able to play it live. You never know.

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You can teach a dolphin to jump through a hoop
You can teach a hunter the best way to shoot
You can try and tell me what I should think
But you can’t teach an old dog new tricks

You can disagree with everything I say
You can try and persuade me there’s a better way
You can tie me down and beat me with a stick
But you can’t teach an old dog new tricks

Maybe you could show me how to ride a horse
Or how to play around on the golf course
There’s things about me you might wanna fix
But you can’t teach an old dog new tricks

I don’t wanna change the world to my way
I don’t wanna stop you from having your say
Wanna do what I do and think what I think
‘Cos you can’t teach an old dog new tricks

I’m too long in the tooth to change my ways
I’m too old to wanna do things any other way
I’ve been ding my thing for too many years
And you can’t teach an old dog new tricks

You can’t teach an old dog new ticks

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Who needs TV?

Originally called ‘Fish” (see track 3), my latest album is now finished and the artwork and tracks are all posted on the appropriate page that you can access from the left hand margin. As usual, be warned that the lyrics aren’t always polite.

It’s an eclectic mix of everything from accoustic music through pop, disco, blues and even a bit of punk and includes further collaborations with Tony Groves. There’s also a new take on ‘Happy Birthday’ which is nothing even remotely like the one you’re thinking of. Lyrics for that were provided by a blogger friend of mine called Flaxen Saxon. Ask him if you want the lyrics explained!

As usual, free free to help yourself and if you want the lyrics then you’ll find them under the individual posts on this blog.

If you’re a band that likes my stuff then please get in touch. I’d be delighted to hear it performed live – the price is a recording so I can hear what you’ve done with it. No royalties payable unless you record it and sell it commercially.

Enjoy the music. Who needs TV?

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My Song 16

Despite trying to find an obvious title for this song, I failed miserably despite pouring over the yrics so I decided to stick with the one that Garageband gave it!

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Talk to me, speak to me
Amaze with your verbal prowess
Try to make me understand
Put your case, no more no less
What’s your point? What can you say?
Can you show me a better way?
Noble sentiments don’t make
The world we see a better place
Platitudes all very well
It’s a product you can sell
But making money screws the poor
Really simple – nothing more

It’s just the way the world turns round
A simple message to be found
You won’t make me change my mind
Another message you won’t find
Fun for all and all for me
Selling crap why can’t you see?
Wealth and power are the game
If you were me you’d think the same
I’m alright Jack can’t you see?
It’s me that matters most to me
Are the cobwebs in your mind
Really quite so well defined

Talk to me, speak to me
Amaze with your verbal prowess
Try to make me understand
Put your case, no more no less
What’s you point? What can you say?
Can you show me a better way?
Noble sentiments don’t make
The world we see a better place
It’s really simple can’t you see
It’s really obvious to me
That you blank out new ideas
Shutting out your darkest fears

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Seasons

When I recorded this I was aiming to do something simple and then discovered that I’d got a melody without any lyrics. This is unusual or me as I usually write the lyrics and then go looking for the music.

Anyhow, after rejecting two sets of words I came up with this. Uncharacteristically, it’s remarkably cheery for me!

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Springtime brings a brand new year
Putting paid to winter’s tears
Life is new and life is fresh
Looking forward to all that’s best
Each new life a fresh new promise
Everyday a fresh new future
Everyday a fresh new hope
Winters blues are over now
Sun is shining through the clouds
No more snow, no icy shroud
Nature’s glories standing proud
Summer soon is on its way
With each and every brightening day

April showers come they may
To bring the flowers bright in May
Summer sunshine on our back
Ditch that coat for shirt and slacks
Watching flowers growing fast
Smell the smell of new mown grass
Enjoying lazy days
Everything is warmth and light
Every day a bright fresh sight
No cares or worries to be found
Everything seems safe and sound
But nothing lasts forever
Autumn soon will come our way

Autumn winds blow leaves from trees
Bringing summer to it’s knees
Sunshine fades and nights close in
Turning weather turning bad again
Birds fly south to seek the sun
Rainclouds put an end to fun
Now in the autumn of my life
I look back at the times I had
Springtime in its innocence
Summertime alive with hope
Dreams I had when I was young
Grew and blossomed in the sun

And though the winter now has come
I don’t regret what I have done
I could’ve done things differently
I could’ve trod a different path
And when my winter’s done
And my life comes to an end
I know that spring will come again

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