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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Cliff as a class is obsolete.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Sandy as a class is obsolete.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The Rebel as a class is obsolete,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Cliff as a class is obsolete.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The worker as a class is obsolete.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‘Love as a class is obsolete,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The misfit as a class is obsolete.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Cliff as a class is obsolete.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

"DISCOVERY"

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

https://linktr.ee/romangorielov

© 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.

https://linktr.ee/romangorielov

© 2025 Roman Gorielov.

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War And Peace

https://open.spotify.com/album/5FXCZyXYgSvJc6ogDm0Ss6?si=ouzFsqZ8TEyLIXStfXb8vA

I Hate You, My Love

I still can't get used to it

A hugely enjoyable outing with Lene Lovitch's guitarist and super cool producer Les Chappell showcasing my one man theatre show about Welsh coalfield valley schooldays called "Marked For Life"(the story I would later tell more comprehensively in my 2008 Bluechrome novel "River Deep Mountain High" ) Here I've reproduced it as a 4 movement rock symphony. This is the allegro.


Scream.

Angel years
Golden nights
Young Running Shadow...
Just watch me now.

When Lennon was singing of flowers and love
And the planets of Holst was in aquarius
I was with Pikes in the school corridors.
A child of the 60s was something to be.

When Floyd were with Emily and Ummagumm- ah
And I was Pike in his aquarium
Miss Bitcham taught grammar; Miss Whiplash taught sums.
A child of the 60s was something to be.

*

Born To Run In Abersychan speeding cars with Mary Jane
A chance of that would be a fine thing, I was walking in the rain
To the dance at Croesyceiliog to take my chance with Hotlips Jones.
I dance like Jagger, hips akimbo, that's Ok if you're with the Stones.

Killing time's a teenage pastime
Bored to tears for years and years
The you find your lifetime's killer
Mortgaged to a straight career.

*

Uniforms are worn and torn and corn and porn and every morn with heads all shorn we swarm upon the school.
The old school tie will never die for she and I at throat and thigh are tied for life by Dai the Stupid Rule.
His uniforms's an overall, his mind's a blinking traffic light.
If he's the model of our age I hope I die with Megan on Friday night.
Uniforms are worn and torn and corn and porn and every morn with heads all shorn we swarm upon the school.
The old school tie will never die for she and I at throat and thigh are tied for life by Dai the Stupid Rule.
His uniforms's an overall, his mind's a blinking traffic light.
If he's the model of our age I hope I die with Megan on Friday night. (Yeee!)
Old School Tie.
Let go Dai.
Die the death die.
Always say die Dai.
Die Dai!

*

With a working class hero who didn't feel fine. 
In a coal-shadowed valley where nothing was mine.
I was studying hard to es caper the job line.
A Lennonist Student was something to be.
A Lennonist Student was something to be.

'Hiraeth' - Symphony No 1 in Coal Minor allegro

Fell in love you

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)

WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
 It ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
 It don’t matter, anyhow
 An’ it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
 If you don’t know by now
 When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
 Look out your window and I’ll be gone
 You’re the reason I’m trav’lin’ on
 Don’t think twice, it’s all right
 
 It ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe
 That light I never knowed
 An’ it ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe
 I’m on the dark side of the road
 Still I wish there was somethin’ you would do or say
 To try and make me change my mind and stay
 We never did too much talkin’ anyway
 So don’t think twice, it’s all right
 
 It ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal
 Like you never did before
 It ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal
 I can’t hear you anymore
 I’m a-thinkin’ and a-wond’rin’ all the way down the road
 I once loved a woman, a child I’m told
 I give her my heart but she wanted my soul
 But don’t think twice, it’s all right
 
 I’m walkin’ down that long, lonesome road, babe
 Where I’m bound, I can’t tell
 But goodbye’s too good a word, gal
 So I’ll just say fare thee well
 I ain’t sayin’ you treated me unkind
 You could have done better but I don’t mind
 You just kinda wasted my precious time
 But don’t think twice, it’s all right
Copyright © 1963 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1991 by Special Rider Music

Reprising our Joan'n'Bob act ( see Diamonds and Rust Gareth-calway – Diamonds-and-rust) with a return fixture, Bob's trademark protest song against one of his early women. His second album but the first to feature a more or less complete sweep of his own songs, unlike the first which mainly showcased him as a performer of other people's. In other words, the real Dylan. Who was the discarded lover? Some internal evidence suggests this may even be pre-New York with its rustic setting of roosters and dark roads and sense of setting out and travelling' on in which case it might be a memory of some Mid Western affair rather than Suzi Rotolo but who knows. "You just kinda wasted my precious time" is pretty damning but mild compared to some of his later accusations and restless attacks on whoever was upsetting him at the time. We both bought this album about 8 years after it came out probably on the strength of Blowing in the Wind as one of those must have vinyl classic albums from one of the masters of folk rock and Americana and fellow architect of the 60s (with the Beatles) first heard as children but now understood as teenagers and were sent back to it recently by the brilliant film about Dylan's early years (up to 1966) 'A Complete Unknown' which ends with him roaring away from Pete Seeger type folk on a rocknroll motorbike. Around the time of Hendrix there was a rumour that Dylan couldn't really play guitar but made up for it with a unique dramatising voice and the poetry of the lyrics but one listen to the original will banish that thought: his guitar picking (honed by all those folk club performances) is astonishingly good and drives the song.. And contrary to most people's recall, this is not a solo track but has a band behind him playing drums, two bass guitars, piano and a second guitarist. Our version concentrates on the heart-yearning pretty tune. We have a female lead vocal, bass, percussion and add some vocal layers. On the liner notes Dylan protests that it isn't a (slow and easy going) love song. And so of course that's exactly the way we do it.

Don't Think Twice It's All Right (Dylan)

Songs About Jane: 10th Anniversary Edition

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.

'Hiraeth' - Symphony No 1 in Coal Minor allegro

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