There’s got to be a way to beat the blues

There’s got to be a way to beat the blues
I need to get more wear now from these shoes
Whenever I take out
The recycling I seem to doubt
There’s got to be a way to beat the blues

Well there’ got to be a way to beat the blues
Nailed down on me like a coffin lid
Sometimes I stop to see
A funeral that could be me
There’s got to be a way to beat the blues

So I’ve carried these blues such a long time
All across the northern hemisphere
So I stare up at the stars and I wonder
What’s it like to live now without fear

Well there’s got to be a way to beat the blues
Maybe that’s why I’m staring at the news
Looking far and wide
For a love here by my side
There’s got to be a way to beat the blues

Music sketch: The time ahead

Something I made up on guitar that I liked. So recorded it. 1.25 mins long. I was able to edit a few gaps out with a wave editor which is a relief. Grazie

Song: When You Said that Word

This is a song I made up at the Mary Ward centre song writing evening class with Tutor/teacher Heather McClelland of the Sugar Sisters . I’d like to say that her Ukulele playing somehow influenced what I did. I was thinking along the lines of a 1965ish pop song. Totally out of date for these times I suppose, but a bit of fun anyway. I hate my own singing and its been forgotten for about 5 or more years now in my folder. So here goes he said bravely. It must have been recorded by Heather as part of her course. PS Sorry to inflict this on you. Love and Peace.

Song: Silence Speaks Volumes

This song came out of a songwriting class at Mary Ward Centre London under Heather McClelland, a member of a Vintage Vocal Harmony Group called the Sugar Sisters. She gave the class a number of random everyday phrases and asked us to come up with something. At the end of the day she tried to record each songwriters song. Some really good songs too. I joined her in a small dusty room and began coughing from the dustiness because of my asthma and/or allergy. I have been planning to do a painting of her playing the Ukelele (which she also was teaching at the college), from a photo of her in the college prospectus. I was going to make the painting realistically but I got interested in an art duo from the 1940s called the two Roberts: Colquhoun and McBryde and came up with the drawing you see in this post. Well too much information you probably say.

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Silence speaks volumes

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Song: All I ever aimed to do

All I ever aimed to do

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Lyrics

I’d look around and there you’d stand
on the verge of tears with your head in your hand
your temper flared and then one night
it was sexual freedom and women’s rights
and all I ever aimed to do
was try and get used to you
try and get used to you

Oh give me a night and give me a day
when I can be my own man in my very own way
and give me a glimpse of Jesus Christ
and tell me the story of your life
for all I ever aimed to do
was try and get used to you
try and get used to you

© 2019 michael aitken

 

 

 

All of Life’s Essentials

alloflifesessentials

Lyrics:

Verse 1

I’m living by a river I can’t hardly see
There’s concrete all around me, hardly a tree
For those who can afford it life’s a breeze
All of life’sessentials, make you bleed

Verse 2

I said to my lady lets get a van
Let’s leave for the country and live off the land
People of our station can’t succeed
All of life’s essentials, make you bleed

Verse 3

I’m leaving in the morning, I don’t know where
I’m following the river to get some air
In the streets around me, signs of greed
All of life’s essentials, make you bleed

Verse 4

Sooner or later, you cross the law
Next thing you know is, they’re at your door
Living in the back streets, always in need
All of life’s essentials, make you bleed

Here in my broken tattooed mind

Here in my isolation with my broken tattooed mind
Across the road from paradise with the love I’m trying to find
I see the marriage in Cana from the stop across the street
As if time itself had hit me in my drowning broken teeth.

Yessan,  England, you’re a long way down the road
Way ahead, with your windows on the shoulders of the poor
Your rolling stock don’t pass this way no more
And I stand here on this crossroads screaming floor.

I’m looking up to heaven I suppose that’s what it is
I’m seeing the kind of vision that your grandfather slept with
Halleluiah, Britannia, with Jerusalem at your shore
But you cling to the economy and to war.

I pick up my right foot I leave wedding songs behind
I pick up my left and go where England cannot find
The party guests dancing or the miraculous vats of wine
Across the road in another patch of time.

Halleluiah, Britannia, with Jerusalem at your shore
But you cling to economy and to war.

Yes and Halleluiah, Britannia, with Jerusalem at you shore
You struggle to survive with the world’s fast changing law
Your song thrush sings bravely on your highest telephone wire.
The jet plane comes screaming through broken cathedral spire.

Halleluiah, Britannia, with Jerusalem at your shore
But you cannot follow those ancient feet no more.

Get Your Own Salt from the Sea

Lyrics to Song

1. I’ll sack the locksmith who sold me the key
End my lessons in psychology too
Stop middlemen and salesmen from looking me up
I’ve heard all their promises before you see
There are saints and heroes knocking on my door
Don’t know what they came to me for
And let me tell you good people if you want to be free
You should get your own salt from the sea

2. I’d be across the channel to a foreign country
Cause there’s too many people who make problems for me
With their webs and their systems of economy
So if you’re bell should start ringing
And you wonder who it could be
It’ll be this sailor trying to be free
I’ll be there on your doorstep as happy as can be
I’ll be there like the salt from the sea

3. Once we’d bake our own bread and sow our own seed
Spin our own clothes for our own needs
Rear our own animals too I believe
Make our own peace with eternity
But the lords and the ladies just weren’t amused
They wanted the riches of life
When the best pleasures would simply be
To get our own salt from the sea

4. Sing your excuses till you’re black and blue
But I don’t have to listen at all to you
Your promises don’t help they’re nothing new
Your just deceiving yourself too
Your creation of problems just isn’t fun
Can’t you see what you’ve done?
So it’s back to the earth I’ll eventually be
To get my own salt from the sea

A PDF of music to the first idea and an audio file.

Get your Own Salt from the Sea

This is the one with my newer melody

get your own salt from the sea new melody

I wrote this in about 1970. I had a real struggle trying to understand the melody. Then it occurred to me that it originates in the folk song Widdecombe Fair but seems to develop a little differently. Any way I did try to write a more original tune for it which I can add here too.
©2019michaelaitken

There’s a Blue Plaque Stuck on the Wall

There’s a blue plaque stuck on the wall
Proclaiming what the great man’s done.
His name was Hiram Maxim
And he invented the machine gun.

He lived here in Hatton Garden
Where the rich chose their pearls
But at night you hear the soldiers scream
In the bullet loving world

Be silent little street of London
Be quiet and see what he’s done
He invented modern warfare
He invented the machine gun

It cut down soldiers on all sides
And put civilisation on the run
The inventor lived here in Hatton Garden
Where the rich people buy their fun

Where playboys come to buy jewellery
From merchants of the gem so dear
You’ll see the plaque to this fearful name
Saying: Hiram Maxim lived here.

(Lyrics for an anti war song)

In England Blue plaques are fixed to the walls of buildings to show where famous people lived.

Song: Neglected Boy

The neglected boy

He really doesn’t know
Is there
Love across the ocean
Love across the sea
Doesn’t seem to be waiting
Anywhere near me

You really don’t know
What you’re doing
Do you?
I mean
You’ve got your orders
You’ve got your papers
To complete

But after spending
All day at your desk
You get out into the street
And there’s something
In the sunshine
That overwhelms you

The neglected boy

Love
It has no north or south
No sun or moon
Love
It has no eyes or mouth
And it thinks outside
Of its balloon

That’s all you know

Neglected boy

 

AN UNFINISHED VERSION 1



A partial Music sheet in PDF
Neglected Boy 1

 

AN UNFINISHED VERSION 2



A partial music sheet in PDF
Neglected Boy 2

 

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