Memorable and haunting. A song that lingers. In other words, a bit of an earworm!

Really beautiful!! Some cool chord progs   😍

So interesting! Wow. I didn't know what to expect from "Banquet" but it gave me a lot to think about. The minor to major shift was really cool.

The thimble's full and there is nothing in
You're talking fancy and the state you're in
The million people and the things I've seen
It doesn't matter to you where I've been, 'cos

You don't listen to my radio
You don't listen to my radio
You know it feels so good in stereo
But you don't listen to my radio

The place the heart beats and there's no-one home
A pair of lovers living all alone
Insert your credit card and close your mind
One day you'll waken to the debt you find, 'cos

You don't listen to my radio
You don't listen to my radio
You know it feels so good in stereo
But you don't listen to my radio

I haven't seen you since you said 'so long'
Now I look back upon the feeling gone
These days were happy when I thought I knew
The little child I had inside of you

I tried to call you on your mobile phone
I tried to reach for you but you were gone
A place where nobody will know your name
You'll kiss a million faces, all the same, 'cos

You don't listen to my radio
You don't listen to my radio
You know it feels so good in stereo
But you don't listen to my radio

10 Radio

I wonder that we are still together.
I remember the way it used to be.
The way you'd move across to lean against me
Relaxing in the glow of our TV.

It's about time we held each other closely
It's about time I held you endlessly
It's about time we watched a film together
And it's about time you opened up to me.

The marriage that you thought would last forever
Is turned around and headed for the door.
The lover that you thought would love completely
Is looking all around for something more.

You go upstairs to bed now much too early
Asleep before I'm through the bedroom door.
How can it be that life begins at forty?
Return us to the way we were before.

11 About Time

I am the man of constant sorrow
I hope I die before I get old
I hail from the dear green town of Glasgow
I was born and raised there, or so I'm told.

Through this open world I'm bound to ramble
Through ice and snow, sleet and rain
I'm about to board the west coast mainline
Perhaps I'll dry upon that train.

Through the urban sprawl the train does trundle
Through Cambuslang and Motherwell.
On through grassy fields and sunlit uplands
I travel through a living hell.

High on the hills of Beattock summit
I see so clear what you've become.
You are the wind that shakes the barley
You're the lie upon the tongue.

You're the rainy day in late November
That's always to the Isle of Mull.
You are the mystery weekender
That always, always ends in Hull.

You are that special invitation
To the party that has passed.
You are the putt to win The Open
Rolled past the hole on threadbare grass.

High on the hills of Beattock summit
I see so clearly, I can tell.
You are the hand that stirs the quicksand
That ropes the wind on my shroud sail

12 Man Of Constant Sorrow

It was daylight an hour ago
Pick up your tent
Breakfast was strawberries
It came and went.
Coffee is off again
Polish your boots
I want it done yesterday
Time to get up

Don't be a soldier,
Don't join the reserve
A life that's your own
Is the least you deserve

Here's where the fun begins,
Live ammo rounds.
Face in the dirt again
Hugging the ground.
Jump through that hoop now
The one that's on fire
Over that fence now
The one with barb wire.

It's clearer than mud
But who can I tell
Every part of this beast
I can taste or smell.
The first bite will shock you,
The second will hurt
The third one will kill you,
Three strikes and you're out.

There's our favourite lance-corporal
All swagger and strut
They gave him promotion
For hating our guts.
You'd better believe it,
You'd better shape up
When I signed my life over
I must have been nuts.

The peeling of spuds
Is as good as a rest
Over the moon now
Three hours on a mattress
Round in a circle
It's gone five o'clock
TIME TO GET UP NOW
YOU HORRIBLE LOT









13 In The Army Now

It is easy in my mind, I have to do it
I have better things planned, and don't I know it
But whatever I try, a little voice says hold it
Hold it
Hold it

It tells me, "What am I doing?"
It tells me, "Why is this wrong?"
I'm a convict in heaven
With my striped shirt on

She means everything to me
Everything under the sun
I should be living in springtime
May and June

So I decide to
Stay. For just another
Day. Then I'll be on my
Way.

I let her love overwhelm me
And now I only feel pain
I'm a river flooded
By a drop of rain

She's my hopes and my dreams
She is my will to go on
I'm a drunk man sozzled
On a glass of wine

And then I watch me blow it
I have my dunce cap on
I tell me, "What am I doing
With my blinkers on?"

So I decide to
Stay. For just another
Day. Then I'll be on my
Way.

She's the sea that surrounds me
She is the key to my heart
I've only known that since yesterday
Since we've both been apart

It is easy in my mind, I have to do it
I have better things planned, and don't I know it
But whatever I try, a little voice says hold it
Hold it
Hold it



14 Procrastination Time

Slide shows of Machu Picchu
School trips to where you've been to
School days stretched across a dozen years

School clothes that barely fit you
Leg room for growing into
School days stretched across a dozen years

With a boyish will, you will find a way
There's no better fun than a child at play
School days are the best days of our lives

Crash! Bash! A broken window
A football without an owner
School days stretched across a dozen years

Hands cold from throwing snowballs
Full Charge! Let's give 'em pelters
School days stretched across a dozen years

Strange food - banana custard
Sponge pudd - all dark and crusted
School days stretched across a dozen years

Boys that are bigger than you
Friends who will be there for you
School days stretched across a dozen years

May your every play be in blazing sun
And may every day be an epic one!



15 School Days are the Best Days

I met a girl in the rush hour traffic
She was playing bingo with the buses
I asked her if she'd like to play with me
And now we're playing Ludo, after tea

Won't you come to bed, you can share my pillow
I've a bag of sweets, I kept them for you
Slip off your dress, and slide right over here
And now there's vermicelli everywhere

It's a single bed, but please don't panic
This is not a bed on board the Titanic
Ah yes, if only walls had eyes and ears -
"We do, and nothing ever happens here."

You can count on me baby, come what may
I am kwality, with a capital K.
If you want charming wit and savoir faire
Stunning looks and conversation, I'll be there

You put the spice into ginger snaps
You put the fizz into beer that's flat
You put the tang in tangy tangerines
You intoxicate as much as any wine

The moon was out and we were in
My love for her was 'on the line'.
The mantelpiece, made silent, ticked again
And then she told me, we should just be 'friends'.

I carved a flute, with tunes to woo you
I carved some songs, I wrote them for you
But all that I desire can never be.
My words are music of a different tree




16 Collateral and Incompatible

Tomorrow let's wake up
Like we're in Boston, Massachusetts
And the early morning mists
Have wrapped a blanket round the colours, yes
But no blanket can begin
To hide the colour of my skin
Or that the Mississippi south
Is where I'm bound to live my life

But it's the
Same heaven, same heaven,
Same heaven for when we die, it's the
Same heaven, same heaven,
Same ol' heaven there for you and I

We'll dance the day away,
We'll be aristocrats at play
And underneath my parasol
I'll be the face that has it all.
But my life is cooking meals
And picking cotton in the fields
Doing other peoples' chores
And sweeping other people's floors

But it's the
Same heaven, same heaven,
Same heaven for when we die, it's the
Same heaven, same heaven,
Same ol' heaven there for you and I


Don't you be a white man, don't you be a white man,
Don't you be a white man with a white man's lies, I say
Don't you be a white man, don't you be a white man,
Don't you be a white man on the day you die.

At night I feel ashamed
To live a life that's not my own
I wash and scrub and clean,
I work my fingers to the bone
But don't you tell the white man
All your sufferings and woes,
He'll remind you life is short
And then he'll tell you, don't you know

That it's the
Same heaven, same heaven,
Same heaven for when we die, it's the
Same heaven, same heaven,
Same heaven there for you and I


17 Same Heaven

The bordello lies hallowed beside you
And a new day is born.
Saturday evening is vanished
And Sunday is dawn.
It beckons to head for the road
You get up and put on your clothes
You're starting to think
You could murder a drink
But the bars all around you are closed.

Enchained by total freedom
With life lived on a whim
Yes, some things really matter
But only true love really means.

There's a man all alone by a grave
On a Saturday night.
His son, just a ghost on the evening's
Vanishing light.
A bad day is pain and regret.
A good day is when he forgets.
He says a quick prayer
To the evening air
Without answer.

Enchained by loss and sorrow
What though lovest well remains.
Yes, some things really matter
But only true love really means.

18  True Love Really Means

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Banquet

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