I’ve got my work cut out with you
Your fitted shirts, and your patent leather shoes
A choice of cars to drop your kids at school
You’ve got it
I want it too
 
I’ll find you drinking at the bar
You’ll tell me all about your personal par
Then late at night I’ll walk you home, sweet home
You’ve got it
I want that too

The wheel of fortune just keeps spinning on and on
Where it stops no-body knows
Your run of luck just bounced right off the table
You had it 
I’ve got it now

We’ll go inside for one last drink
I’ll fix your nightcap while you take a leak
And when you wake up you’ll be six feet deep
You had it
I’ve got it now

You thought the world belonged to you
Well now you know it was yours to lose
I was just waiting in the wings out there
You had it
I’ve got it now
 
You shouldn’t feel too bad about yourself
I quite admire your nerve
If I had been the one who had it all
I’m sure, you would have got to me first

The wheel of fortune just keeps spinning on and on
Where it stops no-body knows
Your run of luck just bounced right off the table
You had it 
I’ve got it
You blew it 
I won it
You lost it
I’ve got it now

And when you curse the day we met back then
And think about your life
Console yourself with this one last thought
It’s me, that’s sleeping with your wife

You had it 
I’ve got it
You blew it

You've got it, I want it

What does forever mean to you?
She asked
I just didn’t know
I just couldn’t say

Is it a year, a month or a day?
She asked
I just didn’t know
I just couldn’t say

Just when I thought I found the words
Just when I thought I’d found the courage
Just when I thought… 

It all flew away
Up up and 
away
so high

And I’m 
just holding on
And I’m 
just holding on
to you

Step back and try to look inside
There’s nothing to hide
You might like what you find 

Some things last and some things just break
We won’t know which
until it’s too late
Until it’s too late
 
Talk is cheap I want to see results
She said
I just couldn’t think straight
I just couldn’t communicate

The more we do the less we say
I said I think that’s OK
It’s forever and a day

Forever and a Day

This is a new version of something I recorded a year ago. Since then I've had the (for some, dubious) pleasure of walking on a corpse road in Swaledale, with my kids. Which somehow brings me full circle on the lyrics of the  song.


Show them their fear
Don’t close the windows
On the thunder

Cast aside the tears
In the darkness
Let them wander

With goblins, and demons
Welcome the night
With problems, and feelings
Turn off the light

Shut down the screens
Fade to blackness
In the twilight

We’ll throw it all away
On the wayside
In the ditches

With monsters, and fairies
Welcome the night
We’re frightened and helpless
Turn off the light

Break down the doors
Smash the altars
And the crosses

Lead us astray
From the corpse road
Into forests

With phantoms, and spirits
Welcome the night
With feasting and dancing
Turn off the light

Welcome the night
Turn off the light

Turn Off The Light (new version for 2021)

So happy to have been able to include the fabulous SuZanne Ledwith on this track. Skip over here to check out her talent: https://soundcloud.com/suzanne-ledwith


Fast Train

The morning sun has lost its warmth
There’s a coolness in the air
Shadows lengthen in the street
On branches that are bare

A frost lies gentle on the grass
The smell of burning leaves
Each night hangs heavier in our bones
As we rise
To brush our teeth

The train pulls in at half past eight
We file into the aisles
Hanging from the rails and straps
We’re rocked from side to side

The backs of houses pass us by
A hundred stories to unfold
As the wheels thunder on the tracks
And we try to keep control 

Now smile
Because the world it needs to laugh
Stay  awhile
Your stations just gone past
This train’s too fast

A woman’s crying next to me
Tears drop into her coffee cup
Strangers crowd and try to help
And all our eyes are welling up

Her shoulders shake with every sob
We all stand and watch in awe
As things fall apart
In carriage number four

Now smile
Because the world it needs to laugh
Stay  awhile
Your stations just gone past
This train’s too fast

Fast Train - featuring SuZanne Ledwith

I was thinking about the great human migration out of Africa, and eventually to every corner of the globe. Then I wondered if the next human migration is the one currently underway - into virtual reality. And it was then that I tried calling my son for dinner while he was on his PS4, and I realised many of us have already gone. (Or he just didn't fancy tuna bake, again...)

It's such an unconvincing world
A land unchartable
We're spinning faster, out of control
That's just the start of it
This can't go on
The heart will remember what has gone
It's not the same, it's not the same

Can you hear the sound of distant voices?
Far away in those long lost places?
Echoing through all these empty spaces?

And have we crossed the rubicon?
There's no way back again
Passed into the great beyond
Never to be seen again
We've lost our way
And now the time has come to say
We're not the same, we're not the same

Can you hear the sound of distant voices?
Far away in those long lost places?
Echoing through all these empty spaces?

A great migration of the mind
Just bodies left behind
A final journey for humankind
A virtual afterlife 
And those that stay
Will tend the fires night and day
They won't return, they won't return

Can you hear the sound of distant voices?
Far away in those long lost places?
Echoing through all these empty spaces?

Distant Voices

A huge shout out to Len Rice for all his production suggestions on this and other tracks of mine - a true expert, check him out https://soundcloud.com/lenrice

At half past ten
In the kitchen drinking coffee again
And Right on time
The postman knocks and the clock begins to chime

In the afternoon
The sound of children walking back from school
At six o clock
The bbqs are spreading smoke around the block

Who could ask for me more?
A garden gate and a name above the door
Who could ask for more?
Wrapped inside these walls
Who could ask for more?
A roof and a floor
Who could ask for more?
Your suitcase in the hall

Have you ever dreamt
Of having a life changing event?
Lost in the wilderness
A chance encounter or a mystery illness?

Don’t take fright
If the foxes screaming out tonight
They’re just looking for a mate
Call me now it’s never too late

Who could ask for me more?
A garden gate and a name above the door
Who could ask for more?
Wrapped inside these walls
Who could ask for more?
A roof and a floor
Who could ask for more?
Your suitcase in the hall

Who could ask for more?

A huge shout out to Len Rice for all his production suggestions on this and other tracks of mine - a true expert, check him out https://soundcloud.com/lenrice

The telephone keeps ringing lately
And I don’t know who it is
Every time I say hello who is it 
There’s silence on the line 

And when I try to trace the caller
There’s no number to be found
I can’t even call the operator
They don’t exist any more

Maybe I’m just imagining it all
Just Tricks upon my mind
If it’s you that keeps calling
Won’t you please just give me a sign
Please just give me a sign

Instrumental verse

In the night I heard a high pitch pinging
A message had just arrived 
But when I checked my phone to read it
A blank email was all I found 

I wonder if I’m imagining it all
Just Tricks upon my mind
If it’s you that keeps calling
Won’t you please Just give me a sign
Please give me a sign
If it’s you just give me sign

Silence on the line

A visit to the 'Champs Elysees' of the Bronx - and thanks to the O'Jays for the memories (and chorus).

I love music

Huge thanks to Len Rice https://soundcloud.com/lenrice and Clint Collins https://soundcloud.com/user-836903146 for sourcing a scratchy violin sample!!

Photo by Morgan Petroski on Unsplash https://unsplash.com/photos/ZCX1Nyok66c?

I’d like to write a song for you
I could even try to write a happy one
If I force myself to
All about the good times that we shared
the laughter and the joy and the funny things we said
About all the things that just fell into place
About the birds and the bees and the blue skies and the tall trees
and flowers and the sunshine and the sound of mountain streams
I’d like to write a happy song for you

CHORUS:
If you’re looking
For somewhere to rest your head
Don’t keep fighting with yourself
Just talk about the weather instead
Because loving is easier
If we’d just make it breezier
So let’s keep it light and simple
And talk about the weather instead

I’d like to play a tune for you
I could even write a happy tune
If you want me to
You could hum it on your way to work
And whistle while you’re in the park
And play it on your old violin
A sweet happy tune that you could sing, sing, sing
to your children as they’re dreaming of the next new thing
I’d like to write a happy tune for you

CHORUS

I’d like to dedicate this song to you
I tried to make happier than I usually do
I thought you’d like me to
There’s always something new to say
the weather changes day by day
Sunshine or an arctic freeze
Or the floods or the droughts or the rising seas 
or the gutters that are blocked up with the fallen leaves

I’d like to dedicate this song to you
I tried to make it happier than I usually do
The way you want me to

CHORUS + REFRAIN

Keep it light and simple

A slightly psychotic song about being an artist - always hoping for the big break and trying not to unravel in the meantime...

Photo by https://unsplash.com/@i_am_nah on Unsplash

This time something is really happening

See the video  - https://youtu.be/j5FOFICFv_Q

 Footage - Will Amlot

I Can't Let It Happen

Black Rabbit

You said 
There’s a hole where your heart should be
You said I’ll be your destiny
Then you let me in
Yeh you let me in
It was the kindest thing 
I was just fifteen

I can’t
Make a career out of misery
I’ll do myself an injury
If I stay around here
Yeh If I stay around here
I’ll cut off more than my ear
There’ll be blood there’ll be tears
If I stay round here

Low skies surrounding me
No trees to break the wind
Ploughed fields a muddy sea
No signs to help me

How far? 
Can you take me to the nearest station 
I need the sea for inspiration 
There’s a guesthouse there 
Yeh there’s a guesthouse there 
With just a bed and a chair 
Not a trace or a care  

What’s this? 
Some kind of an apology 
You said you’d be my destiny 
And you let me in 
Yeh you let me in 
It was the cruelest thing 
I was just fifteen

A Hole Where Your Heart Should Be ft. Nude Acolyte

Artwork by Francois Sherwood - 'The Wave'.

We know
It won’t be long
Time is encroaching
On this song

We grow
So easily 
Time is elastic 
When you’re free

I can hold you for a while 
I can touch your smile
But you move so fast
And I’m growing tired

I’ve got you in me
You’ve got me in you
But we’re time apart…
We’re split in two

You’ve gone
So far from home
I didn’t even know your voice
On the radio

I left a message 
On you answerphone
I didn’t hear you play that song
Maybe I was in the other room

I’ve got a feeling we’ll never be through
Two halves is better than one in two
I’ve got a feeling we’ll never be through…because…
Two halves is better than one in two

I've Got A Feeling

Thanks to Ali Jamieson for production work https://soundcloud.com/alijamieson.

There is a white house on a hill by a river 
The woods surround it like a closing fist 
At night the crickets and the frogs all go ape shit 
Their noise is thicker than a midnight mist 

She loads the drier and she looks out of the window 
Her face looks back at her she still exists 

The neighbours’ lights are out they left for the winter 
She opens the back door and steps into the garden   

Her children sleeping in their airless bedrooms 
The fans are whirring high above their heads 
Don’t hear the splash as she falls into the swimming pool 
Don’t see the stars shining overhead   

A deer comes through the trees and stares into the water 
A person floating is not that unusual 
The sound of car tyres on a gravel driveway 
A door slams and he’s walking up the pathway   

Bare feet on wet grass 
He sees the open door and follows in her footsteps 
Moonlight on water 
The cities never far its just beyond the hedges   

Oh Ghost, oh ghost, oh ghost, oh ghost   

The house is boarded now 
The husband didn’t sell it 
The price of land here just goes up and up 

The trees were all chopped down to make way for the highway 
Frogs squashed under the wheels of a truck   

The deer all moved away and found another pasture 
Racoons and squirrels all followed shortly after 
Barren is the place where life before’s been given 
The empty swimming pool just cracks in her prison   

Bare feet on wet grass 
 Acadian dream world and white picket fences 
Moonlight on water 
The cities never far its just beyond the hedges   

Oh Ghost, oh ghost, oh ghost, oh ghost

Ghost

I never I never I never said living was easy 
I didn’t think twice about making a life just to please me 
To be frank you should thank all the doctors and nurses that helped you 
Cos they birthed you and bathed you and nursed you and saved you when you needed them to  

Life is a force with a course that will push on regardless 
We’re all trying to steer without fear while the currents surround us 
All we can hope is we don’t flip the boat in this crossing 
And the land that we reach brings us peace that we seek in our passing 
 

Oh yes, it’s such a good time to be alive 
There’s so much to say and do if you wanted to  

Don’t take my advice don’t think twice it’s alright to like danger
But there’s nothing to gain from taking the pain from a stranger 
You can help them and hold them and try to console them if you want to 
But don’t wait for their thanks as you wave from the banks shouting adieu adieu adieu  

Oh yes, it’s such a good time to be alive 
There’s so much to say and do if you wanted to  

I never I never I never I never said living was easy 
I didn’t think twice about making a life just to please me 
You don’t owe me a penny cos the bills there are many that’s how it goes  
No guilt and no blame just bury my name in the shadows. 

Oh yes, it’s such a good time to be alive 
There’s so much to say and do if you wanted to

Bury My Name In The Shadows

Pack your bags we’re leaving town
Let’s go before the dawn
Unplug the fridge and lock the windows gently
Don’t wake the man next door.

Overhead the geese are flying in formation
They’re Heading to the lake
Beside the swings and slides we know so well
With our kids and our crumbs of cake.

The road is long and dusty
From the suburbs to the fields
Your face against the window sleeping
Washed by the summer breeze

Is this a new beginning?
And are we really here?
Can you hear the bells are ringing?

Scrub walls and paint the floorboards
These ghosts can find another home
Patch up the broken window
Light the hearth chase out the gloom

Weedpatch and wild grasses
Turn the soil and plant the seed
Make work for hungry children
Take your turn beneath the heat

The road is long and dusty
From the suburbs to the fields
Your face against the window sleeping
Washed by the summer breeze.

Is this a new beginning?
And are we really here?
Can you hear the bells are ringing?
The rains are drawing near

Weedpatch

Show them their fear
Don’t close the windows
On the thunder

Cast aside the tears
In the darkness
Let them wander

With goblins, and demons
Welcome the night
With problems, and feelings
Turn off the light

Shut down the screens
Fade to blackness
In the twilight

We’ll throw it all away
On the wayside
In the ditches

With monsters, and fairies
Welcome the night
We’re frightened and helpless
Turn off the light

Break down the doors
Smash the altars
And the crosses

Lead us astray
From the corpse road
Into forests

With phantoms, and spirits
Welcome the night
With feasting and dancing
Turn off the light

Welcome the night

Turn off the light

Turn Off The Light

Let's not talk about technology 
It doesn't interest me at all
Let's have an amnesty on diversity
These words just make my skin crawl
Let's not talk about democracy
We all know that's such a travesty
Don't talk to me about honesty
I don't believe you any more

And you know it's not because
I don't care about your state of mind
But the world's affairs are their affairs, not mine

Don't talk to me

I've had enough of sustainabilty
You underestimate our ability
As for gender fluidity
Well it's not my age or my stupidity
Let's not talk about humility
You think its some kind of commodity
What's left of your morality
Well I saw you leave the sauna at half past three

These words that you say
Don't jump off the page and change the world
Just because you ask them to

Don't talk to me

Let's all forget about agility
Your business jargon makes me ill at ease
A moratorium on humanity
I'd rather hang out with a chimpanzee
Let's put an end to austerity
It's just a word to hide your lack of clarity
Don't talk to me about hypocrisy
I'm not doing this for free

It's time to put an end
To your hollow masquerading 
And turn off your soundbite posturing and parading

Don't talk to me

Don't Talk To Me

This song is dedicated to my gran Phyllis Tewson whose husband died in his fifties. She lived in the same house on her own until she couldn’t look after herself in her late eighties. She was an inspiration to me and she never complained about her lot. Always took an interest in young people and was enthusiastic about all the crap that I shared with her in spite of my naivety. I think about her a lot.

35 years

Someone is going to be sorry
Someone is going to be glad
If you tell me what time your train leaves I’ll work out if I’m happy or sad

You came here unannounced and uninvited
With a shoulder bag and a coat
To a small town in the sand dunes
And a string of fishing boats

Down the alleyways and the backstreets
Past the boarded shops and pubs
windows covered with posters for karaoeke clubs

The market place is empty,
Cobbles glisten in the dawn,
but the sun doesn’t rise as the
mist comes in, off the shore

Someone, somewhere
In a street in a town in a country over there
Somehow, someway
With a wish with hope with a prayer
With a desperate heart full of fear
With the promised land so far and yet so near


Somebody took advantage
Someone else took pity on you
Pulling beer in the volunteer
Under flags of red white and blue

Your accent is confusing
From somewhere to the East
You said the name but it didn’t mean much to me

Your skin is pale like paper
hair is black as tar
You lined up shots like bullets
And arm wrestled me off the bar

We all stood to form a queue
Of knuckle cracking clowns
Our tattooed facing sweated
As you took each of us down

Someone, somewhere
In a street in a town in a country over there
Somehow, someway
With a wish with hope with a prayer
With a desperate heart full of fear
With the promised land so far and yet so near


Somebody’s going to be angry others will be satisfied
I’ll make up my mind in a year or two
When the memory of you has died

Someone is going to be sorry
Someone is going to be glad
If you tell me what time your train leaves I’ll work out if I’m happy or sad


Someone, somewhere
In a street in a town in a country over there
Somehow, someway
With a wish with hope with a prayer
With a desperate heart full of fear
With the promised land so far and yet so near

So Near, So Far

Inspired by a story I heard about a man in the 1970s who fished a giant carp out of the river that ran through his cellar.

There’s a river under this house
That no ones ever seen
I can hear it in my sleep
I can smell it in my dreams

In a darkness so complete

There’s a river under this house
That doesn’t see the sun
I can hear it in the cellar
I can hear it say London

With a purpose obsolete

There’s a river under this house
That never stops to think
Just a murmur in the dark
A whisper in the ink

Flowing through my days...and nights

I will join those moving waters
In my dreams
Beneath the roads and houses parks and trees
Through passages and tunnels darkest black
Asleep on currents floating on my back

London

Some background - I've inherited an English 5-string zither banjo - a Windsor Eclipse 10. Built in the 1930s before the factory in Birmingham was bombed in WW2 and Windsor went out of business. Sounds good in the lower register but terrible after the 5th fret! Mix of gut and steel strings originally and a unique tunnel for the 5th string www.zither-banjo.org.uk/pages/windsornew.htm

It's not the banjo I'd choose to have but then we don't choose our family either do we?

I’m always happy when
I’m holding 
This banjo
It’s not because I can 
Play any tunes 
That you know

The body’s out of shape
It barely resonates
The neck is far too long
Ugly and cumbersome
The wood is cheap
The joints are weak

But all of this
It matters
Not one bit
Because…

I’m always happy when
I’m holding 
This banjo
It’s not because I can 
Play any tunes 
That you know


The sound is high and thin
A cat on helium
The fretboard’s lost its shine
Beneath the years of grime
The strings are worn
The heads don’t turn

But all of this
It matters
Not one bit
Because…

It’s just a feeling that I get
Like a baby, like a pet
When I hold it in my arms
Life can do no harm
My lucky charm…

I’ve found a melody
That you can sing with me
These words together lets
Produce a sweet duet
Now let’s begin, I’ll count you in
One, two, three, four

Banjo

All original tracks. Thank you for even getting this far. Thoughts, opinions, suggestions all welcome. It's pretty lonely out here toiling over every sound wave and grubby plugin. Any feedback is appreciated and if you've got a track you want me to hear send it over - what comes around goes around etc. A huge shout out to Len Rice for all his production suggestions on this and other tracks of mine - a true expert, check him out https://soundcloud.com/lenrice
One day I hope to get some collaborations going and a far off dream is to re awaken all these tracks in a live environment with a live band and maybe even a live audience. For now the dream keeps me going. Thanks for listening.

I'm trying to use as much real instrumentation as possible: a Taylor and a Norman acoustic guitars, a Fender Strat Roadhouse that goes out of tune if I even look at it, a cheap Vintage mandolin that hurts to play and listen to, an 80 year old zither banjo that screams 'I was never destined for this' and a borrowed Aria Pro II bass that a friend can can never be bothered to take home on the bus. Synths are a plasticky Roland FA06 and a fun but dumb Korg minilogue. Throw in some Native Instruments software primarily for smoochy piano and strings, a £15 melodica full of tramp spit, some harps in impossible tunings, and a box of percussion and assorted prehistoric flints (are you really still reading this??). 

All recorded on Logic Pro X on an ancient iMac that is going to explode any minute and take my entire oeuvre with it. And most likely burn the house down.

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