A very rough recording. Sorry about the bad quality.

Lyrics below.

C 
Early in the morning
G C 
As the sun was a-dawning
C F C G
We wandered the valley land

C F C
It struck me our faces were compromised 
C F C
By them frowns we wore, & that look in our eyes
G F C
And the thought came tumbling down.

F C		 
Well I’m sorry you thought me a hero
Though I thought so myself at that time
Am
When I went up to you
EM
The sweetest girl in the room
G F C
And clapped you in irons with my eyes
GFC

C G C
And though I know I said I aint lonely
C F C
Cos I’m thinking of you all the time
C F C
I don’t know you & I don’t know your life
G F C
And you walked right over mine

Bridge Chords: (Maybe Harmonica)

AM F C G
F C G G G G

F C 
Sometimes I worry I gave up a goer
And on Fridays I see you all over
Am
As your looking for him
Em
And I’m looking for her
G F C
When you dance I begin to curl over
When you dance I begin to curl over 

C G C
It was strange when we spoke in October
C F C
On that hill where them thoughts had come down
C
You know there’s some piece of me 
F C
That sees some victory
G F C
In denying the heart till its o-ver
When denying the heart till its o-ver


October

Rough version of a song.  Below are the lyrics

Verse 1:	

CG
Well I gave my heart out
FC
To live from the sound
C G
Of freedom and music
F C
And all that’s about
Dm Em
Struck me, quite early 
Am F
I was not devout
CG
Like the people of old
FC
The blinkered and the stout

Verse 2:	

With stories & law
Passed down from before
I questioned the wisdom
Of scripture and more
Struck me, quite early 
We ought not restore
Nor hold to some book
As we walk out that door

Verse 3:	

But through the mind’s eye of seeing
What’s there to be seen
The beauty of language
The birds and the trees
Struck me, quite early 
I could hold, on to these
And live my live quite happily

Verse 4:	

But I’ve seen seasons & reasons
To scorn every one
The rotting of autumn
The cold & the sun
But this is no reason
To take up the gun
This is no reason 
To hurt anyone

Verse 5:	

I found then some water
To bring forth the trees
Got me servants and maidens
And all in between
I gazed in their faces 
And felt so guilty
We split up the land
And still we weren't free

Verse 6:	

For the man which is crooked 
Cannot be made straight
He who is bitter
Is hard to placate
I’ve built up his houses
And dug him his lakes
I planted his vinyards
And never got thanks

Verse 7:	

So I hammered my cutlass
I hollowed my gun
With which I might rise up
And tarnish the sun / And become someone
The people’s tormenters 
Must feel so lonesome
With riches, and maidens
All under the sun


Under the Sun

Writers Block.

Verse 1
C Dm F
Well I have written & I’ve dug
In all them spoke of places
Where people fall in love
C                          F       C Dm F
And forget their airs... & graces

Am C F 
But Delilah lays her gaze
As I piss the days away
Am Dm F
Thinking on yesterday
Am C F
I sigh the words and say

Chorus
DM F
Still I’ve found no verses
No words of melody 
No voices on wind 
And no bottles from the sea...

Verse
C Dm F
I’m looking for my muses
I’m looking for my mother’s song
I’m looking for us as children
Before it all went wrong

Am C F 
But there, there stands Delilah.
The perfect image of a saint
On her hands are many colours
She remains so hard to paint

CF Am
Her eyes are yellowed pages 
Wilted petals in the storm
Our bed is made of rushes 
It ain't dirty but it’s worn

Chorus
DM F
And still I’ve found no verses
No words of melody 
No riddles on wind 
And no bottles from the sea..

Verse
C F Am
You know I have my muses
In whisky and in nicotine
Should be easy thinking of uses
For the remnants of yesterdays dream

C Dm F
But Delilah lays her gaze
Am C F
She speaks a thousand tongues
And writhing through the rustling reeds
C F             C Dm F
I offer up...  My lungs


Writers Block

Verse 1:
C Em F
There, there you skinny young mare
C Am em
With yourself so ill defined.
C AMEM F C G C 
I’d like to be a sapling tree in the midst of your troubled mind

You know you are the absent one
So pained in your disguise
Living in those places where nothing comes as much surprise
FGC
Save for the worms who work the wise

Chorus 1:
FC
Hold hands, hold hands, and rest your head
FCG
Hold hands, hold hands, and show a smile
FC
Oh we can drink till we’re better off dead
FGC
And you can lay with me for a while

Verse 2:

Wherever you might stumble love
I put my arm about your side
And bring you through that cloud of dew, to where I might satisfy
And where the worms won’t work the wise

Chorus 2:
So hold hands, hold hands, and rest your head
Hold hands hold hands and show your smile
Oh we can drink till we’re better off dead
And you can lay with me for a while

FC
You know I’d like to take us walking
For a while on the other side
And if it came to it well I’m sure I could
FGC
Be a man who works the wise
GFC

Verse 3:
But I know we aren't a-rambling... love
And our minds aint intertwined
And the worms they take our money when we scrape just to survive

Will we ever be right tied to them?
The worms who work the wise
Will we ever hope to live like them, till the day we come to die?

Chorus 3:
So hold hands hold hands, and rest your head
Hold hands hold hands and show your smile
Hold hands hold hands and come to bed
And you ken lay with me for a while



Hold Hands (The Worms Who Work the Wise)

King John’s Treasure

Verse 1:

C		F		     C		      G
Down by the fenland fields, two watermen went walking.
C			F
Their pockets full, their bottles dry.
C		G	C	
And together they were talking.
When a fair young maiden they beheld.
Their wealthy landlord’s daughter.
As she sat down to take her ease/ amongst the eves
The brothers came upon her.

Verse 2:

“Your father he’s a rogue you know”
“A man of gold and women”
“ You've many brethren long the road”
“Besides the ones you live with.”
In the maiden’s eyes dwelt no surprise
When she heard the brothers talking.
“There’s a great deal more you do not know – that’s why I go a walking”

Verse 3:

“Well walk with us to Boston dear. Yes, we may look poor and ragged”
“Though yesterday down by the weir”
“We found some golden flagons”
“We’ll buy us land & horses “
“And if you think it proper”
“One of us could take your hand“
“And bear you over yonder”

Bridge:	

C		F
The waters parted readily
G		C
The skies were dirty white
Their flagons glinted in the breeze
GFC
As she searched their roving eyes...

Verse 4:

“You know dear sirs... I would not know.”
“Which strong of you ken best plough, and sow?”
“So take you up your flagons go... and wade in that their water..
The brothers did as they were told... 
For each of them was rash and bold
Pretty soon they was dead and cold (thump and a pause)
And the maiden she was gone
The maiden she was gone


King John's Treasure

V1:	CF
	I knew a man who rarely spoke
	Am F
	Not for gold nor favour
	CF
	And in his eyes there was no hope
	Dm Am F
	Except for “up the workers”

V2:	When I was five and of to school
	I’d see him brave the weather
	And we was told the golden rule
	And we’d always “up the workers”

V3:	When I was older and with my friends
	We would stride along the harbour
	I never dreamed of something else
	Except for “up the workers”

V4:	And then they closed the Royal Dock
	And we went from school to scrap heap
	You’ll see us down the betting shop
	And we don’t bet “up the workers”



Up the Workers

C	C/B	Am
Can we see the shadow from the birth of the sun?
Can you hear em marching to the very first drum?
There’s worry and there’s wonder – I wonder where its from
As I surf through my screen of story and more / As I leaf through my mind and pen this strange song

The beasts and the birds
A child’s first word
The simple demand to hear and be heard

F Em Am x1

But there’s words from on high
And books in the flame
Wouldn’t meaning have died if we all thought the same?

Is it all just opinion?
Can opinions be proved?
What can we do except look for the truth?

F Em Am x2

Ive fled to the road – and lived from the land
Back in the city
It’s a struggle to stand
I straighten my collar and polish my cuffs
Open my mouth 
But its never enough

F Em Am x3

You say your in communion
With the echoes of ghosts
Can you ask my mother which song she loved the most?

What’s good for my health?
My heart and my soul
I’ll be asking these questions each day I grow old


LarryThompsonMusic