Name: Broken by Iain Paterson
Duration: 3 min 31 s
Description: On Armistice Day we remember the fallen. Let’s also remember those who return with wounds we can’t see.

Always A Game

Could have been the champers, might have been the gin
How the hell am I supposed to remember what sort of meeting I was in?
I’m really quite hungover, that’s why I’m gonna lie
The Met must never question why, ‘cos I‘m the leader of the party

Someone took my red box, put it on a chair
I have bugger all idea if someone read what was in there
I was way too busy drinking, while I’d told you you could not
a glass of wine and a tequila shot, I’m the leader of the party

I'm sure it's just my memory playing tricks on me
that’s why I told the House of Commons there was nothing here to see

Could have been the champers, might have been the gin
How the hell am I supposed to remember what sort of meeting I was in?
I’m really quite hungover, that’s why I’m gonna lie
The Met must never question why ‘cos I‘m the leader of the party

Nadine, Matt and Jacob, and even Michael Gove 
They were sitting on the front bench chewing on an aspirin to make their headaches go

You see, Mr Speaker, It was clearly work
the photos that the man took, he was mistook, They just show that I don’t shirk
I’m trying to run a country with a throbbing in my head, 
I’m very sorry that your grandma’s dead, But I’m the leader of the party.

Leader Of The Party.WAV

Lyrics based on Ray Grover's poem "The Past"

Sex and drugs and rock ‘n roll
It’s all a blur if truth be told
Popping pills, highs and lows
Afternoons, comatose

Sex and drugs and rock ‘n roll
Conspired to take their toll
No longer in fine fettle
Deaf from all that heavy metal

    Rock ‘n roll and drugs and sex 
    Turned us into fragile wrecks
    No more, Karma Sutra
    Facing a flaccid future
    
Sex and drugs and rock ‘n roll
We’ll give a miss, we’re far too old
We don’t regret what’s done and passed
We seized the day, we had a blast

Sex and drugs and rock ‘n roll
It’s all a blur if truth be told
We don’t regret what’s done and passed
We seized the day, we had a blast

Sex and drugs and rock ‘n roll
Sex and drugs and rock ‘n roll
Sex and drugs and rock ‘n roll

Sex And Drugs And Rock 'n Roll (no, not Ian Dury)

Initial version of 1st single from forthcoming EP "Out Of Reach"

Out Of Reach

On Armistice Day we remember the fallen. Let’s also remember those who return with wounds we can’t see.

Broken

A light-hearted (but true!) jazz song that I wrote. Here I'm playing acoustic guitar, piano and electric guitar. Oh, and singing!

MOT Blues

Why (Music-David Hutton, Lyrics-Gary A. McMahon,David Hutton)

practice with puppy

River (1st mix)

Hey Mr Tangerine man, tell a lie to me
I’m not racist, I just don’t like coloured  people
Hey Mr Tangerine Man, tell a lie to me
And be sure that in November I’ll be voring for you

Though I know your empires evil and should be ground into dust
And your laws they are unjust
I will blindly follow all the things you’re tweeting
And I will not get tired of your divisive rhetoric
Though I know that you’re a prick
COVID is a hoax on that we are agreeing

Take me on a journey on your magic swirling ship
Cos these drugs they are a trip
Now I’m ready for a kip
But I cannot sleep for you are always winning
And if you hear vague traces of the protestors outside
It’s ok for you to hide
 Everybody knows you lied
The Proud Boys are on your side
And the Klan are getting ready with their torches

And take me disappearing through the cesspit of your brain
I will vote for you again
Throw the country down the drain
Cos you seem immune to pain
And the power that you obtain
Can be used to stop the immigrants from coming
You must be really clever cos you say that you are rich
Socialism is a bitch
That’s the basis of your pitch
Leave the bodies in the ditch
all the tired, poor, huddled masses you’re rejecting

Mr Tangerine Man

A singer songwriter who plays acoustic fingerstyle guitar with a firm foundation in the blues.

Broken

Iain Paterson

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