I am calling for a new web; the old web to be destroyed a new and improved one take its place.
Songwriting is the twin of poetry and I have been writing songs since about 1969 using the guitar mainly. I have tried to learn how to notate them down using some software as a lead sheet as a sort of sketch of various unfinished states. I perform songs at whatever venues I can.
You have to stand up to love No matter what you do Though you go blind and lose your eyes You have to stand up to love
You have to stand up to love No matter where you go Though you go deaf and have nothing left You have to stand up to love
You have to stand up to love No matter where you sleep Though your eyes go dry and your senses die You have to stand up to love
Look for love in the grasses Look for love in the trees Look for love on the planet Look for love in the seas
Look for love in wartime Look for love in peace Look for love in the graveyard Look for love on the streets You have to stand up to love Since it all began Love is strong and never wrong You have to stand up to love
Oh Babe, come and make me a cup of tea You’ve no idea how much I need you Days on end I wrestle with my fear That I have no one to get close too
Oh babe, come and make me a cup of tea Because I’ve made the tea for you a million times Then you run and you treat me selfishly I feel it deeply when people are unkind
When I’m feeling down and the world is spinning round And it’s hard to get around, I think of all the love I’ve found Slipping through my fingers like a sieve Oh babe, I’m one of those who find it hard to live
Oh babe, come and make me a cup of tea I’ve made one for you a million times Sitting on my own again I’m lonely I feel it deeply when people are unkind
This song developed very quickly out of a poem that ended with a line that i liked. So i used the last line to write another poem that became this song. Then thinking i would try it in key of G I discovered it also seemed to resolve to a C. Hence the two keys in the song. I just removed the key signature of G and put in C and it worked well enough.
I wondered what kind of a song it could be and it occurred to me it sounded like an old church hymn.
It’s about the conflict in people’s minds about the biblical last days and the biblical paradise on earth.
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 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