'All You Old Boys' I have re-written the words to this song recently, just a few subtle changes that you probably won't even notice; it is now called 'All You Old Girls'! There was no reason to do it really...just changed it on a whim...

All You Old Boys

'Love The Beast' is a song about evil, bloodsucking Vampires! Unfortunately, the backing track is proving too much for my little brain and has had to be be scrapped several times. I do, however have a set of words and I managed to rescue the guitar solo from an earlier attempt at completing the project.
 
Love The Beast

His core is evil, 
And convoluted,
He seeks the darkest part of everybody's heart, 
That's undisputed,
He's disruptive, 
And divisive,
And come tonight you'll learn the true nature of his bite, 
it's incisive.
Love the beast, let him feast,
Give him all he needs,
While you sleep, let evil creep,
Satisfy his greed,
For almost anything that bleeds.
You think he likes you, 
But you're mistaken,
It's just the longing for the taste of the blood that runs in your veins, 
That you awaken,
He thinks you're stupid, 
Un-intellectual,
And the puny attempts which you make to hold on to your soul, 
Prove ineffectual,
Love the beast, on you he’ll feast,
In his grip you’ll twist, 
Lie there still, obey his will,
And with open wrists,
Grow to enjoy this bloody tryst.
Nosferatu, 
He is waiting,
If you’re one of the scantily clad young village girls, 
That he’s dating,
He will delude you, 
With words profound,
And pretty soon he’ll introduce you to a brand new life, 
In the ground.
He takes you to his crimson bed,
With fetid breath and eyes of red,
You may just feel a little dread,
Don’t let him get inside your head,
Just look at his sharp and shiny teeth,
Gasp when he kisses you underneath,
He’ll feel much better when he’s fed,
You’ll grow to love him when you’re dead
A dying breath is all you've got,
You’ve turned quite cold, but he thinks you’re hot,
Still lots of honey in the pot,
Still got some hope, but not a lot,
And do you really think he's finished?
You hope with you he's finished,
You pray to God he's finished
But he has not…..

Love The Beast

Chase The Lady

'Venetian Glass' written and sung by John DaCosta and performed by Infinity. Photo is from L to R, john DaCosta keyboards player of Infinity, Gerry Morris, guitarist of the Cymbaline, record producer, author and right clever Dick if there ever was one! Jeff Rich, drummer with Judie Tzuke, Status Quo etc... and Brian Gill, bass player of the Cymbaline... Oh really? No, not me mate...this is not my bass! I'm only holding it while the real bass player's at the bar...! And Big Bunny, frontman and backman of the Big Bunny Big Band!

Venetian Glass

'Tiger' is to my ears a fairly good song because it really doesn't fit into any genre. The quality on this recording however is non-existent and I apologise unreservedly! It used to be called 'Thai-Girl', then when the Earth cooled a bit and I found myself living here, I decided to re-do the lyrics and change the title back to 'Tiger'. Why not eh?
Tiger
She purrs like a kitten,
But she scratches like a cat,
If you think you can hold her,
Then you don't know where you're at,
She's a mean alligator,
Sucks your life like a bat,
Now get over that.
She won't let you love her,
She won't let you....
She won't let you love her,
She won't let you....
She cries like a baby,
But she always packs a gun,
Like a killer on the run,
She could love you like crazy,
But you don't stand a chance,
'Cause she doesn't do romance.
She won't let you love her,
She won't let you....
She won't let you love her,
She won't let you....
Beware, beware, beware the tiger,
Beware, beware, beware the tiger,
Beware, beware, beware,
She's a tiger, she's a tiger,
She's a tiger, she’s a tiger.
She's a tiger, she's a tiger,
She's a tiger, she’s a tiger.
Think you can improve her?
When she cries there's no tears,
Hasn't seen them for years,
So you think you can move her?
Her ego's too strong,
So you'd better run along,
She won’t let you love her,
She won’t let you….
She won't let you love her,
She won't let you….
Beware, beware, beware the tiger,
Beware, beware, beware the tiger,
Beware, beware, beware…
She's a tiger, she's a tiger,
She's a tiger, she's a tiger,
She's a tiger, she's a tiger,
She's a tiger, she’s a tiger.
Though you do your damndest to have her and hold her,
Her shoulder keeps growing colder and colder,
After sweaty attempts that you make to cuckold her,
You still end up in the rejects folder,
'Cause you’re not really welcome, you’re not even handsome,
But you're a Farang so you'll pay a king's ransom,
If you think it’s hard try climbing the Eiger,
You've just had your first taste of love with a tiger.
She won't let you love her,
She won't let you….
She won't let you love her,
She won't let you….
Beware, beware, beware the tiger,
Beware, beware, beware the tiger,
Beware, beware, beware,
She's a tiger, she's a tiger,
She's a tiger, she's a tiger,
She's a tiger, she's a tiger,
She's a tiger, she’s a tiger.

Tiger

They All Said You're Marriage Wouldn't Last

Another backing track that never saw the light of day.....but I've got a set of words for it! if anybody is interested, you can try and match them up with the backing, where my little brain has failed yet again!

Fingers in the fire

She blew in like the southern wind,
And filled my sails with talk of how,
Her love for me had started slow,
But for a couple of weeks she'd laid me low,

She didn't say she’s another man's wife
She just smiled and said it was her life, 
There was no choice, but her right to choose, 
And this show of freedom was no man’s to lose

This was no place for a weary traveler,
Then she fed me, tried to bed me…
She was so cool, I was a damn fool for having her,
It wasn’t fun now, I tried to run now…  

Fingers in the fire, gonna get burned,
Fingers in the fire, burn!
Fingers in the fire, gonna get burned,
Fingers in the fire, my turn to get burned!

Passion came and went away,
Like a forest fire with trees a sway,
My love of her had started to bite,
And for a couple of weeks she stole the night.

My days were long but my time was short,
She would stay forever, or so I thought,
But her love for me had started to dim,
And at the end of the day she'd go back to him.

This was no place for a weary traveler,
Then she fed me, tried to bed me…
She was so cool, I was a damn fool for having her,
It wasn’t fun now, I tried to run now…  

Fingers in the fire, gonna get burned,
Fingers in the fire, burn!
Fingers in the fire, gonna get burned,
Fingers in the fire, my turn to get burned!

Revox - Fingers in the fire

Another unfinished project called The Deep Blue Sea. I have a backing track, such as it is, and even a set of words, but as yet they do not appear in the same Universe! 

The Deep Blue Sea

Adrift in the middle of the deep blue sea,
No-one's coming to rescue me,
Rescue me, rescue me, please rescue me,

lost at the middle of the deep blue sea,
Ask the polar bears to set me free,
Set me free, set me free, please set me free,

All the dolphins are nameless,
I know it's hard to believe,
Whales are properly blameless,
Til they seek to, they seek to, til they seek to deceive,
They lie! They lie! The buggers deserve to die!

lost at the bottom of the deep blue sea,
Davey Jones has a place for me,
Place for me, place for me, there's a place for me,

Can't help thinking I'm too young to die, 
They all swim away, and I wonder why, 
wonder why, I wonder why, I wonder why.

Polar bears are homeless,
Asleep in the cold and snow, 
Now the ice is melting,
But the bears don't, the bears don't, the bears don't know,
Oh my! Oh my! The buggers deserve to die!

Bears and whales and dolphins,
Are somehow out of place,
You're in the way of progress,
And we need your, we need your, people need your space! 
It's not your day, why don't all you fade away!





 


The Deep Blue Sea

Heartlessly Hoping (written By Stephen Stills) played & sung by Brian Gill

Look At Me (written By John Lennon) Sung & Played By Brian Gill

Orange Tree Hill (words and music by Brian Gill, performed by Brian Gill)

Orange Tree Hill

Years To Sand - written, performed and recorded by me in 1973 on a Revox A77 tape recorder, using a 5 quid Spanish guitar which I bought in Roylance record shop and a Shure microphone. There is a recent version, but I prefer this one. The photo is of my dad, taken at my uncle George's wedding, just after he came back from the Great War..

Years To Sand

Song for the Wicked - written and performed by Brian Gill and recorded on my old Revox tape recorder back in the day.

Song For The Wicked

They All Said Your Marriage Wouldn't Last - written and performed by Brian Gill. I wrote this in another lifetime when I was a milkman...

Revox - They All Said Your Marriage Wouldn't Last

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Follow my trail

Cappuccino - written in Spain whilst doing a summer season with the Symbols. Performed and recorded by me, back in England in the late summer of 1973.

Cappuccino (Written & performed by Brian Gill)

Just after the Earth cooled, I wrote this song. It is about one of HM's former colonies. The song is called America.

America (written & performed by Brian Gill)

This song ended up as a doodle, nothing more. I was sitting in the bath one afternoon, doing my VAT return, and intending to write an epic about world peace, but somewhere along the line it morphed into...well, a doodle. I think it was the toffee tin that did it... ;-)

Doodle (written & performed by Brian Gill)

I was sitting up in bed looking for work one day, with my Gretsch on my lap, when into my head came a doodle. As I already had a piece called Doodle in the books, I called it Gretschski, which is preferable to calling it Doodle 2! ...but a Doodle it was and remains to this day! I was going to call it Jetski, given the sporty nature of my location, but in honour of my favourite Gretsch, which I've owned since a small boy, Gretschski it is.

Gretschski (written By Brian Gill) Performed By Brian Gill

I rescued Superstar from an old tape, which was on it's last knockings. If I'd left it another year the song would have been lost forever. The photo is of The Nomads, whom I would join in another lifetime...

Superstar

Without doubt this is the best song I've ever written. Who said 'Please don't play us the worst one then...!'? I should have called it the 'Half a bottle of Jack Daniels' song, for obvious reasons. It was sung, played and recorded on a Revox half track tape recorder, using only 2 tracks of vocals and 2 tracks of a battered old Spanish acoustic guitar which cost me 5 quid in Roylance record shop in Barkingside...

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