All the time in the world by Satan

a song about me ol' fatha, daytrips, learning to ride my 1st bike and other tales from the rusty owd days of olden old...oh and the Mrs rung me up on about Fiasco in Tesco's

Cheese and Pickle

sail on -
sail on - 
sail on -
sail on -
sail on - 
sail on -
sail on -
sail on -
sail on -
sail on -
sail on -
sail on -

maybe it's dying out
maybe just tired out
all the rowers all sleep on their boats
baby stop crying now
weeping them tides roll out
it's time to kip now cos we're on our way home

while the rowers all sleep on their boats
we'll sail on in their dreams

maybe you'll see the worst
all of them dreams submerged
shopping trolleys all rusting in piles
down on the ocean floor
next to the record store
let's go buy the new single inside

while the rowers all sleep on their boats
we'll sail on in their dreams

sail on
sail on
sail on

go to sleep

Anne

Hymn No. 1

Hymn No. 2

Thang

A song written by my brother Andy and dedicated to our mother Val who passed away earlier this year.

At our mothers written request, Andy, my sister Sharon and old family friend Bop Bell performed this song at the funeral. It was a deeply moving experience and as I watched and and listened, I decided that I needed to share in this expression of love for our mother as well.

Andy used to perform this song with his outfit, The Band That Couldn't Plough Straight, and I have simply followed the arrangement from the recording on his album called Taxi. I have borrowed a small snippet of his acoustic guitar part and the outro melody is based on Veren's violin with the very last few notes fading to Andy and Veren's outro.

My partner and soul mate Susana has chipped in on the backing vocal as well.

Vale Valerie

Frangipani

MPUR

got a few hours in to record a tune this afternoon and this is what fell out..i havent played guitar or anything since the last recording so its another rough and ready sketch kind of thing.. its about a little weasel who terrorises the rest of the woodland wildlife animals out there in the wild.. like autumn watch style or something..nature is cruel..
words include:

he'll stalk ya
steal ya eggs from ya nest a ya sleep
he's a creature
creepy crawling
scuttling up yer tree
he'll eat ya
scratch ya eyes raw with his
claw and his teeth
he's a weasel and he's called Weasel Keith
Weasel Keith he cares not
Weasel Keith don't care
Weasel Keith he fears not
if ya feeling scared
Weasel Keith is hiding
underneath ya bed
greasy wet cold n hairy
crawling up ya leg
ya better watch out for the WK
ya better hope that he never comes your way
ya try to sleep tight in ya den alright
ya don't want a visit from Keith tonight

Keith The Weasel

Dangerous "C" creatures . live in skegness 1972

Seven Thunders Utter Mysteries

lo fi - no fi - ho ho ho fi - sound sketches on tascam 8track mostly.


Keith The Weasel

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