Name: Tuesday Night Troubadour by Andy Harding
Duration: 4 min 5 s
Description: Too many nights playing to a couple of spotty youths on the pool table and an old man with a scabby dog and a half of bitter. A salute to all the Tuesday Night Troubadors playing the less solubrious Open Mics

The late and incredibly talented Sandy Denny recorded this song as a demo in 1967. It is one of my favourites!

Who Knows Where The Time Goes

Too many nights playing to a couple of spotty youths on the pool table and an old man with a scabby dog and a half of bitter. A salute to all the Tuesday Night Troubadors playing the less solubrious Open Mics

Tuesday Night Troubadour

Sweet Baby James

If you could take a photograph
Of what your future holds
If you held it up into the light 
Would it make your blood run cold

If you could write a song
That everyone would sing along
Would that be enough for you
Or would it still feel wrong

Cos no-one's even listening
Nobody really cares
You're singing in a crowded room
But it's like you're not there
You're giving it your best shot
And it all seems so unfair
Cos no-one's even listening
Nobody really cares

If you could paint a picture 
Of yourself up on a wall
Would it satisfy your ego
If nobody looked at all

If you could write a movie
Give yourself the starring role
If no-one came to see it
Would that still feed your soul

Cos no-one's even listening
Nobody really cares
You're singing in a crowded room
But it's like you're not there
You're giving it your best shot
And it all seems so unfair
Cos no-one's even listening
Nobody really cares

But you don't even notice
You don't even notice
You don't even notice
That they don't notice you
So that's ok.....isn't it?

Cos no-one's even listening
Nobody really cares
You're singing in a crowded room
But it's like you're not there
You're giving it your best shot
And it all seems so unfair
Cos no-one's even listening
Nobody really cares

Nobody Really Cares (acoustic)

A track trying to illustrate the journey of a stream rising in the mountains joining rivers and eventually heading out to sea

You And Me Huw James Ft Julie Meikle And Mel Reeves

Old school love song duet featuring Kirah Kirton

In This Room

IN THIS ROOM

On the night of 31 January 1953, a wall of water surged from the North Sea, devastating the east coast of England.

More than 300 people died and about 30,000 had to leave their homes in parts of Essex, Suffolk and Norfolk.

In Hunstanton, Norfolk, 31 people died, 15 local people and four families from the United States. The 67th Air Rescue Squadron from the US was based at RAF Sculthorpe, just a few miles up the road.

Survivor Neil Quincy, a taxi driver at the time, said: "It wasn't like a river overflowing, it was like a raging sea.

"The first bungalow on the road, it went in through the front and took the whole back wall out, everything."

Joyce Stubbins was fortunate. She happened to be babysitting and the childs father, Freemen Kilpatrick managed to get Joyce, his wife and young daughter up onto the roof. Horrifyingly, the roof was washed away and they were only saved because the roof caught on a telegraph pole. Joyce´s father and mother died that night and their house and everything in it was washed out to sea. 

Miraculously Joyce´s Hymn Book was washed up and given back to her. The only survving posession from that dreadful night.

Andy Harding - Hunstanton Hymn Book

A song that celebrates an enduring love, written by Fergus McNeill.
Guitars and vocals performed by Fergus and recorded and produced by Andrew Howie.
Violins performed and recorded by Jill O'Sullivan.
Final track mixed and produced by Fergus.
[Copyright Fergus McNeill 2019.]

Bloodrush

Bloodrush (original demo)

Although the idea for this song has been trundling around in my head for several years, it was 2020 that brought it to life. The robin is such a feisty, determined bird, and it struck me that, like so many facing difficulties and uncertainty, it battles through, “bloodied but unbowed”, as it says in the final verse, from the poem “Invictus”. It’s as if it wears the blood on its breast as a badge of its defiance. 
I feel stronger when I sing this song, and it stirs hope in my heart.

Blood of Another Year / Robin

A Cautionary Tale

You came home last night
With that look in your eye.
The look that said you got no alibi
And you go to your room and I never ask why
Do you stay?

I share my love with the God above
I can do the same if you'll share my name
I don't need to know where the flowers are made
If you stay.

Wind through the curtain
Like breeze off the sea
I know you're uncertain
If this is still me
I tell you I can be what you want me to be
Just please stay

Rob Oxley

STAY

Singer/songwriter of songs that tell stories. Download the latest CD here https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0758PK54D/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1504471457&sr=8-2&keywords=andy+harding+tuesday+night+troubadour

Tuesday Night Troubadour

Andy Harding

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