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Let Me Drive Your Car

I was criticised a bit on my last offering for the language involved but never mind – as it says in the header “Approval is not required.”

Anyhow, with due deference to those of you who might have been mortally offended, this is a somewhat more sedate offering. As my regulars will know, I have always been a blues man first and foremost and this is pure blues. And if you want to read lots of sexual inuendo into it, then all I can say is you’ve got a dirty mind!

Incidentally, I’ve expanded the ‘My Life’ section of this blog to include not just my memoirs but a detailed and extensive family history.

I can fast or I can go slow
I can go any speed that you want me to go
Let me drive your car
Let me drive your car
We could go far if you’d only
Let me drive your car

You got sleek bodywork and a comfortable seat
Just climb in the back and put up your feet
Let me drive your car
Let me drive your car
Just relaxey-vous
And let me drive your car

Anywhere you like that’s where we’ll go
Where this is leading us we’ll never know
You never know – we could go far
Anything is possible, driving your car

We could go to the left, we could go to the right
We can go anyway makes you feel alright
Let me drive your car
Let me drive your car
You’ll enjoy the ride if
You only let me drive your car

It’s no fun driving on your own
It’s no fun being all alone
You need some company than I’m your man
Not just your driver but your number one fan

I can tune your engine, I can turn your wheels
Polish your bodywork if that’s how you feel
Let me drive your car
Let me drive your car
I could be just the driver you need
Let me drive your car

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Sweet Home Chicago

Here’s one from the vaults – my version of an old Robert Johnson song that’s been done by so many other people it’s impossible to count them all. Clapton did it quite well, so I’ve resisted the temptation to stick in a guitar solo that would pale into insignificance alongside the great man.

I’ve not published the words because they’re pretty simple and anyone who knows anything about Johnson would probably know them anyway!

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Alcoholic Haze

We all enjoy a drink once in a while, and anyone who reads this blog regularly will know that if there’s two things that feature in my music, it’s drinking and the blues.

So true to form here’s a blues song about drinking…

Drinking lotsa wine
Feeling real fine
Can’t think of a better way of wasting my time
Feeling real good
Like I know I should
If you offered me another glass you know that I would
Alcoholic haze
Seems to be the only way
Alcoholic haze
It makes the pain go away

Pour me a whiskey
Pour me a gin
I don’t want no mixers just pour another in
Don’t want water
And I don’t want no ice
I like it undiluted ‘cos it tastes just right
Alcoholic haze
Since she went away
Alcoholic haze
Helps me make it through the day

It’s party time
Over at mine
Just bring a bottle it’ll be real fine
Every one
Is Having fun
And it gets even better if you sink another one

Sittin’ in the sun
Tryin’ to have some fun
It seems to get better if I sink another one
Red wine, white wine
Spirits or beer
You know I ain’t fussy so bring it over here
Alcoholic haze
Seems to be the only way
Alcoholic haze
It makes the pain go away
Since she went away
Alcoholic haze
Helps me make it through the day

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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 😉

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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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.

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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Dark Place

An uptempo blues song about loneliness and despair and cheery stuff like that with lyrics by my good friend Tony Groves and a video by my usual video producer, Dioclese.

Turn the volume up and rock along! Enjoy it and try not to get too depressed.

Sometimes I go to a dark place
I go there all alone
I hear no friendly voices
Not even on the phone
The dark place isn’t cosy
Bed of nails cold
Makes me feel lonely
Crushed and sad and old

No walls or locks to hold me
The darkness has to keep
A dungeon in my head space
Awake or fast asleep
Dark place full of torture
Thoughts both old and new
Dreams a jagged landscape
Chilled as morning dew

Killers serve their time out
Whilst robbers they walk free
Life sentence no remission
The dark place gave to me

The dark place is my prison
A jail built just for me
Dark place a heavy curtain
Through which I cannot see

Though searching for the sunshine
Those rays of hope and joy
The dark place drops the shutters
That’s not for you my boy

Sometimes I go to a dark place
I hear no friendly voices
Alone in my dark place

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Dreary Dreary Me

Another collaboration with my favourite lyric writer, Tony Groves.

Tony reckons I like songs about misery and drinking and stuff like that and I suppose he might have a point. The way I look at it is that I write about things that interest me or that I have experience of. I avoid love songs unless they’re vitriolic. Mainly because even though I have a wonderful wife, I’m just no good at them! They always come out as syrupy crap.

So here’s another song about misery and drinking. Thanks, Tony.

Alcohol for dinner
Alcohol for tea
Deary deary deary
Deary deary me.
Another weekend vanished
Disappeared in boozy mist
Deary deary deary
Deary deary pissed.

When the darkness falls and the black dog bites
And the days seem hard but harder the nights
When hope is far and despair too near
And nothing is left but worry and fear
When nightmares are all you get from sleep
And you wake at dawn and start to weep
When your trust in people has crashed on a reef
And a loved one smiles and kicks you in the teeth

Didn’t eat at all day
No not a single crumb
Deary deary deary
Deary deary dumb.
Booze, it is my downfall
Or is it my fall down
Deary deary deary
Deary deary clown.

When friends turn away and leave you in pain
And your heartbeat’s thunder and your tears like rain
When karma deals you another dead hand
And your plans go awry like a rocket unmanned
When you can’t see the point of waking each morn
And you try to be brave though feeling forlorn
When fate takes away that last friendly face
And even your God will show you no grace

Why can’t I take it easy
And just apply the brakes
Deary deary deary
Deary deary shakes.
I sees to me I cannot stop
No, no no matter what
Deary deary deary
Deary deary twat!

It doesn’t make me clever
Doesn’t make me tough
Deary deary deary
Deary deary rough…
I promise I won’t drink again
Until the day I die
Oh deary deary deary
Such a deary deary lie!

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