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The Rock Hotel Café
from Fill Your Head With Seaside Rock (EP) by Peacock's Tale Musical Storytelling

 
(Kate Bush might have given him his full name, Heathcliff)


Just a note to tell you I’m working
At the Rock Hotel Café,
Cliff the Boss has taken me off serving,
Says my adding takes his profits away.
Cliff as a class is obsolete.
It’s all Surplus Value anyway.

Sandy pays me thirty plus board,
A cupboard above the bar,
Says it’s all the Hotel can afford
With her swimming pool and caviar.
Sandy as a class is obsolete.
Come Morning they’ll be just one star.

Cliff was the local bad boy,
Sandy the owner’s daughter.
That gold-ringed nose has cost him
All the Born To Be Wild he taught her.
The Rebel as a class is obsolete,
They’re Black Sheep to the Altar.

Just a note to tell you I’m working
At the Rock Hotel Café,
Cliff the Boss has taken me off serving,
Says my adding takes his profits away.
Cliff as a class is obsolete.
It’s all Surplus Value anyway.


Still I’m eating well, mum, fried breakfasts,
The mushrooms are magic too,
The Gorbals kitchen porter eats Marxists,
The Chef just sneers at you.
The worker as a class is obsolete.
Meanwhile a good Union would do.

The girl in the snap is Sandy’s niece,
She’s as thick as clotted cream.
You don’t need degrees in Economics
To demolish her holiday Dream.
‘Love as a class is obsolete,
It’s not like we’re Just Seventeen.’

Pastrychef escapes with his girlfriend,
A chambermaid called Billy,
The day-release psychotic in the woodshed
Keeps trying to chop himself free.
The misfit as a class is obsolete.
I’m applying for a Ph. D.

Just a note to tell you I’m working
At the Rock Hotel Café,
Cliff the Boss has taken me off serving,
Says my adding takes his profits away.
Cliff as a class is obsolete.
It’s all Surplus Value anyway.
credits
from Fill Your Head With Seaside Rock (EP), released July 18, 2022


The Rock Hotel Café

single! full record coming JUNE 6 (you heard that here first) party at the Cameron House

Gregory

"DISCOVERY"

Written, performed and produced by Roman Gorielov.
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Roman Gorielov.
Cover design and photo by Roman Gorielov.

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© 2025 Roman Gorielov.

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Suffering Demos

Discovery

"WAR AND PEACE"

Written, performed and produced by Roman Gorielov.
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Roman Gorielov.
Cover design and photo by Roman Gorielov.

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© 2025 Roman Gorielov.

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War And Peace

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I Hate You, My Love

I still can't get used to it

Fell in love you

One of the many impressive things about this 1964 Dylan classic (from the album 'Another Side of Bob Dylan')  is the way the fifth line changes key on the guitars but stays the same on the vocal. So you get a very pretty and poignant change of mood but no change in the determination of the statement. Yet the song is as tender as it is (characteristically) caustic despite its broadside of complaints and triumphant rejection in the chorus.  Not a song the recipient would enjoy, we think. A joy to sing and play though.


WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
 Go ’way from my window
 Leave at your own chosen speed
 I’m not the one you want, babe
 I’m not the one you need
 You say you’re lookin’ for someone
 Never weak but always strong
 To protect you an’ defend you
 Whether you are right or wrong
 Someone to open each and every door
 But it ain’t me, babe
 No, no, no, it ain’t me, babe
 It ain’t me you’re lookin’ for, babe
 
 Go lightly from the ledge, babe
 Go lightly on the ground
 I’m not the one you want, babe
 I will only let you down
 You say you’re lookin’ for someone
 Who will promise never to part
 Someone to close his eyes for you
 Someone to close his heart
 Someone who will die for you an’ more
 But it ain’t me, babe
 No, no, no, it ain’t me, babe
 It ain’t me you’re lookin’ for, babe
 
 Go melt back into the night, babe
 Everything inside is made of stone
 There’s nothing in here moving
 An’ anyway I’m not alone
 You say you’re lookin' for someone
 Who’ll pick you up each time you fall
 To gather flowers constantly
 An’ to come each time you call
 A lover for your life an’ nothing more
 But it ain’t me, babe
 No, no, no, it ain’t me, babe
 It ain’t me you’re lookin’ for, babe
Copyright © 1964 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1992 by Special Rider Music

It Ain't Me Babe. (Dylan)

From the 1963 album "The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan" and later re-recorded with Johnny Cash for the back to country/ acoustic/no more hippy "Nashville Skyline" album in 1969. ( Reprising the infamous 'Judas' in the other direction in 1965). We both bought Freewheelin' as teenagers, our first Dylan album, probably because of "Blowin' in the Wind" but in this track the wind is not so much the divine one in Genesis as the heavy hitting one on the Canadian border. We started rehearsing this in the summer but recorded it as the season changed not so slowly into autumn, buffeted by winds and getting rapidly colder and darker. An early love song full of lingering emotion and regret, something of a Dylan genre by the time he'd added Suzi, Joan and Sarah to whoever this tenderly evoked North country woman was. It's a beautiful poem of pathetic fallacy, the oncoming winter and lost summer beautifully evoking a cherished but passed love, as well as being a damn good sound picture of that terrain and climate. We changed the line "many times I've often prayed" slightly to remove the redundancy. 

WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
 Well, if you’re travelin’ in the north country fair
 Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
 Remember me to one who lives there
 She once was a true love of mine
 
 Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm
 When the rivers freeze and summer ends
 Please see if she’s wearing a coat so warm
 To keep her from the howlin’ winds
 
 Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
 If it rolls and flows all down her breast.
 Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
 That’s the way I remember her best.
 
 I’m a-wonderin’ if she remembers me at all
 Many times I’ve watched and prayed
 In the darkness of my night
 In the brightness of my day
 
 So if you’re travelin’ in the north country fair
 Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
 Remember me to one who lives there
 She once was a true love of mine
Copyright © 1963 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1991 by Special Rider Music

Girl From The North Country (Dylan)

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Sunday Morning

A marriage (and we are actually married, 45 years so far) of melody and rhythm. We do folk, indie, Americana, Norfolk noir, beat poems &  ghazals. Traditional tunes with contemporary beats. Music videos  https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCb8wV0-DNiFs1R5G2VSytBQ
Maz lead & harmony vocals, acoustic guitar. Gaz vocals, voice, bass, drums & percussion, harmonium, recorders, lyre harp, field recordings.

It Ain't Me Babe. (Dylan)

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