We played it in our heads

Some of them came from Belfast
Some of them from Luton town
Though they could never see it
We were always knocking around
We played guitar with the best of them
Now it seems they’re all dead
We played until our grey hairs grew
We played with them in our heads

We played with them in arenas
We played in working men’s clubs
We strutted our stuff in stadiums
We played with them in pubs
We studied very note they sang
And every lead they led
We played until our hairs were grey
We played with them in our heads

Whenever the machinery was noisy
Whenever the rows were mad
Whenever the dole queues grew longer
Whenever the love went bad
Wo played it on the last bus home
We played it in our bed
We played it till our hair turned grey
We played it in our heads

When the system was failing
When we got pushed about
When we were made to wait around
Or forced to shut our mouths
We played every note we knew
To every solo we were wed
We played until our hair turned grey
We kept it in our heads

I carry my father’s brand

I live in the loveless places
I’m used to the heavy hand
I have no social graces
A life with no grand plan
There are those who get the blessing
Who inherit their father’s land
There are those who get the beatings
Who carry their father’s brand

I fell in love with a girl from town
But all I had was sand
They all advised against me
I was a rootless man
There is no reason I know of
I’ll never understand
Why it had to be like this
That I carry my father’s brand

And if you see me by the river
you must know to leave me well lone
And if you see me in the valley
You know that I must live alone

One night he let me have it
With my broken heart I ran
Searching for an answer
I lived in fear of man
I lived my life in fear of him
Like a shadow across the land
With my tears of loneliness
I wear my father’s brand

Slow death blues

I’m living in a slow death country
That’s part of a slow death world
I’m living with a slow death woman
I’m living with the slow death blues

The rich own all the factories
The rich own all the farms
The poor survive on benefits
Listening to the slow-death alarms

It was true about billy Hogarth
It was true about billy Blake
It was true about billy turner
that the whole world is a fake

You could say that I’m not happy
You could say that I’m dissatisfied
You could say I woke up feeling bad
To a whole world full of lies

in the words of Tom Paxton “we all have to feel bad sometimes “.

song: Until I sing

I don’t know what I’m doing
Until I sing
I don’t know what I’m doing
Until I sing
What’s the plan, where to go
follow a dream
Or follow you
I don’t know what I’m doing
Until I sing

I don’t know where I’m going
Until I sing
I don’t know where I’m going
Until I sing
To cover the world in feet of clay
To get somewhere
Then go away
Because
I don’t know here I’m going
Until I sing

I don’t know who I’m with
Until I sing
I don’t know who I’m with
Until I sing
To hold the whole world
In my hand
But I’ll never understand
I don’t know who I’m with
Until I sing

I don’t know who I love
Until I sing
I don’t know who I love
Until I sing
Love I like a foreign word
For acting strange
For knot in cord/for thing absurd
I don’t know who I love
Until I sing

I don’t know how I feel
Until I sing
I won’t know how I feel
Until I sing
Sing for something in my soul
All this pain
I’ve had zo long
I won’t know how I feel
Until I sing

this is about how, someone has been emotionally traumatized and are unsure of their feelings

here is a Sibelius PDF and audio file of my song

Goodbye world

Disgusted and afraid
Think I’m gonna have to be
Brave again
There’s a shadow in a room
Holding a cane
Can you take another beating?
Will you go insane again?

They got you in their grip
They got you in their reign
There’s nothing you can do
To prevent it

Think you’ll have to be brave
Think you’ll have to be fit
Think you’ll have to be strong
And take it, and take it

You don’t know why
No, you don’t know why
They teach you nothing
Then you are punished for it

There was no way out
There was no way in
You just have to stand there
And take the hit

Look at that feeling
Isn’t it the best
Can you believe this heart?
That’s beating in your chest

Alas it’s so distant now
It’ll never come again
Alas it was like a dream
Now it’s back to the pain

Goodbye world
You gave me
Nothing but pain
You leave me to collapse
And to fall down the drain

Goodbye world
I’ll never miss you
You’ve hurt me and you’ve scarred me
You’ve beat me
Thru and thru

Never one to complain
I take the blame
Again
Never one to ask for help
Or to tell
I take all the pain again

Goodbye world
I won’t miss you
And I won’t cry
It’s goodbye world
You’re day is coming
Sorry I won’t be there
To see you die

If I could scrape the cash together
If I could survive the weather
If I could get up on my feet
If I could make the people see
But you know this cannot last
And my blood is leaking fast
And no ones there for me
And I don’t have what I need
And I need love
And I need love

We all feel bad sometimes as the man said. Well I’ve got to find some way of expressing it. I can only hope that it gets better for all of us. There is always hope.

This could be a slap up song, maybe, but I need to take a deep breath, first. I can’t pretend it’s not how I feel this morning, I had some rough times but some good times too.

So i look at this as a performance piece, as a fiction, like always.

What’s that Greek work therapeutic no something like that

Song: Wilson (2nd version)


Yeah, that was Wilson
He was fast on the draw
Yeah, that was Wilson
He was outside the law

1.In his white silk shirt
And his Spanish hat
And his black waistcoat
How he cut a dash
With his iron guns
Strapped to his side
And the way he walked
And the way he died

2.How he kept so clean
With a barbers cut
who knows how
there’s no barmaids love
all that you could smell
was the smell of blood
and his spurs would jangle
around his foot

3.if you got in his way
you would have to pay
he’d humiliate you
til your hair turned grey
and your time ran out
and there a no time left
when he made his move
it was sudden death

4.Yea that was Wilson
he was fast on the draw
then he met one faster
it’s a gunslingers law
his evil heart stopped
his life slipped away
no one remembers
how he died that day

Wilson chorus on guitar

Father fetch those chains

Father fetch those chains
This boy he’s no good
Father fetch those chains
He’s not our blood – anymore

1.He won’t go to school
He just runs away
He won’t do his work
He just wants to play

2.He don’t believe in god
Neither in god’s love
He won’t trust in sacrifice
or in Lord Jesus’s blood

3.He does not act right
He sings in the rain
He gets into fights
He has got a bad name

4.Sister wants to say
He just needs our love
But he breaks the rules
Swearing like a lug

Song: You don’t notice me

you don’t notice me
you think i’m no good
you don’t notice me
i wish that you would
You don’t notice me
even tough i’m in love
you know i was born
on a backwards farm
they put it on the news
to raise the alarm
the country was plagued
by fire and flood
they blamed it on me
like you know that they would
you don’t notice me
even though i’m in love

you don’t notice me
you think i’m no good
you don’t notice me
i wish that you would
you don’t notice me
even though i’m in love
you know that i live
with no penny to my name
your know when there’s a crime
i get the blame
what went wrong
it’s that kid in a hood
one look at me
ends shivers in the blood
you don’t notice me
even though i’m in love

mp3 of sibelius audio of you don’t notice me


A song with a country rock rhythm, muted strings percussive sound.
Not happy with the even though i’m in love bit, i would work more on it if it was any good, as it is its just a bit of fun to write anyway.
The PDF has come up nicely but i don’t know how, its the first time its come out like this.

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