Smelly Bum by Little Terry

She calls me smelly bum and darling. Terry on a Sunday
Every day she calls me when she clocks off from work
Smelly Bum She calls me, Terry if I'm Lairy 
Every day she hugs me when she walks through the door, hello smelly bum.

Did you sleep well today, How's your asthma, is your back OK ?
Did we get any post ? Darling you know you're the one I love the most, smelly bum

She calls me smelly bum and darling. Terry on a Sunday
Every day she calls me when she clocks off from work
Smelly Bum She calls me, Terry if I'm Lairy 
Every day she hugs me when she walks through the door, hello smelly bum.

And you don't want to know what she calls me, When I've had to much of the sauce
But the very next day it's forgotten, par for the course.

She calls me smelly bum and darling. Terry on a Sunday
Every day she calls me when she clocks off from work
Smelly Bum She calls me, Terry if I'm Lairy 
Every day she hugs me when she walks through the door, hello smelly bum.

You got ten minutes for a talk , Did you take the dogs out for a walk 
What d'ya fancy for tea,  Let's spend the weekend, togther you and me hello 
 smelly bum

She calls me smelly bum and darling. Terry on a Sunday
Every day she calls me when she clocks off from work
	Smelly Bum She calls me, Terry if I'm Lairy 	
Every day she hugs me when she walks through the door, hello smelly bum.
Hello smelly Bum x6 ? Hello Smelly Bu uh uh um

Smelly Bum

Don (Zorro of Sorrow) McCarthy– electric lead and slide guitars
David Partridge– Vocals, keys, percussion
Nathan McCarthy– bass
Produced in Nova Scotia by David Partridge
Words and music by David Partridge and Steve Long

SHE’S GOT A SUITCASE
I’ve been where you stand, take my advice,
If she warned you once, I’m telling you  now, 
She won’t warn twice
It’s not a threat, this is a promise–
Don’t you confuse it
She’s got a suitcase  and she knows how to use it.

It happened to me, I happened to stray
They say love is free I’m telling you now, 
That I had to pay
You’re not out of time, it hasn’t blown up
But you’ve got the fuse lit
She’s got a suitcase  and she knows how to use it.
BRIDGE:
I’m first to admit– it was more than one time
She means the world, but she walked out of mine
She’s built a pretty good life, I was there, for a minute
Life goes on, just not with her in it.

I promised to change, I raved and I ranted
She took me to task, I’m telling you now, 
I took her for granted
I lost her for good, now you have her love
Don’t blame me if you lose it	
She’s got a suitcase  and she knows how to use it.
She’s got a suitcase  and she knows how to use it.

SHE'S GOT A SUITCASE

The MA74 Electro rework of Pete Drakes Song for the Lionesses Euro 22  campaign. Featuring Kay Spink.

The Beautiful Game / Left Foot Right Foot Header

Pete Drake - Left Foot Right Foot Header (Hemp Mix by MA74)

Two hours of new cutting-edge post-punk/ punk/ noise rock/ experimental/ no wave/ cold wave/ shoegaze/ psychedelia/ dreampop/ quirky pop and other assorted slices of musical excellence, with two opening oldies - presented by Simon Edwards.
This week's show was a celebration of twelve years of The Situation  (the promotions organisation of which I am a part). There was no featured album.

Fist City – Boring Kids
Betunizer – La Mili del Placer
Moscow – Down (Hell Fire)
The Taskers – Raptors
Liines – Never There
Klaus Johann Grobe – Gemeinsam
Foot Spa – Hey You Want It
New Apostles  - NDE
Mouses – Green
The Pale Faces – O Mummy O Daddy
Gravity Dave – Eyes Bleed
Tess Parks – Gates Of Broadway
Beige Palace – Illegal Backflip
Vuvuvultures – Ctrl Alt Mexicans
The Sensibles – I'm A Brat
Unqualified Nurse Band – Getting Sweaty
Gunther Prague – Pop
Jub Jub - Made Of Stone
Pet Crow – NOCD
Poliptik – Don't Count Me Out
Nelson Can – Now Is Your Time To Deliver
The Wattingers – Hammer Head Boy
Smelt – Cheshire Postcode
Prom - Cry Baby Cry
Sweet  Deals On Surgery – Speed Date Yr Way To Fame
Theskyisthinaspaperhere – Appropriate Affect
Dog Train – James Brindley's Inland Jetski
TV Face – Work Hard, Have Fun
Plan Pony - Feverfew
Camp Stag – Broken Bliss
In Violet – Entomophobia
In The Endless Zanhyang We Are – Home

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Monday 9pm UK – 6 Towns Radio, Stoke-on-Trent – www.6towns.co.uk/
Wednesday 7pm HKT (12 noon UK) – Radio Lantau, Hong Kong – www.radiolantau.com/
Saturday 9pm UK and the next Wednesday 3am UK - Radio Wigwam - www.radiowigwam.co.uk

Loose Canon – Monday 22nd August 2022 (#451)

At The Plough in Bignall End.

Featuring Pig Man on Harmonica.

Lyrics by Frankie Armstrong. Tune by Ewan MacColl.

Lament For The Hull Trawlers - 2016-07-19 - live at The Plough

A song about Edie Sedgwick who died thru drug abuse in 1971 at 28 years of age. She was abused by her father and used by other men, and so had a need to avoid reality. A fragile, sad and finally tragic case. 
My lyrics and vocal idea, Russell White's arrangement and first guitar, Keith Forster on alternate guitar and Nicole Walkem on keys, Rienna White on drums.
EDIE
In old days her future seemed planned, now she’s blown by the wind
the stars are demanding she doesn’t go near them again
there is no need to fear anything
just fly blind and try not to swing
into the paths of the kings

Poor Edie lies out in the rain and her bones are so white
her skin is transparent her bare heart beats frail in the light
She turns from the real to the place she desires
no more sad endings, no slow burning fires

Watercolour faces go by in the whimsical dawn
the fog sets upon her as she from the old world is torn
from the basement below her there comes
from the grate in the asphalt that hums
a whisper that numbs

Poor Edie lies out in the rain and her bones are so white
her skin is transparent her bare heart beats frail in the light
She turns from the real to the place she desires
with no more sad endings, no slow burning fires

The terrified lovers in the lofts up above her are quiet
They speak with regret of the time of the end of the night
they take little comfort from thoughts
that safety might somehow be bought
or future be fought

Poor Edie lies out in the rain and her bones are so white
her skin is transparent her bare heart beats frail in the light
She turns from the real to the place she desires
with no more sad endings, no slow burning fires
she turns her face downwards and so she retires—
exorcised.

Edie (with full backing)

Fill The Silence Radio Show 4 on Radio Lantau, Hong Kong's Number 1 Radio Station.
Air date 23rd October 2018 on http://radiolantau.com

Unsigned indie indulgence hosted by Keith & Stu from The Sleeves. Made in Hong Kong but collated and listened to worldwide.

Playlist

It’s On My Mind - Peter Enderberg / Diamond 6 (HK)
Self-Destruct Reality - Jetstream Pony (Brighton, UK)
Far East - Sirens of Ha Long (Hanoi, Vietnam)
Ying Yang – Violet Disguise (Halifax, UK)
Bless This Mess - The Rizzos (Brooklyn, NYC)
Live Like Me - Of Moths & Stars (Madrid, Spain)
I’m Back – Dr Eggs (France / HK)
928 - Escharotic (HK) 
Song For Elton - Pete Drake (Haxey, nr Doncaster, UK)
Saydnaya - The MSGs (Fukuoka, Japan)
Twisted Key (Am I Losing You ?) - Sushi Robot vs The Sleeves (HK)
Take It From Me – The Young (London, UK)
Peter Norman Day - Cameron MacDonald (Oz / HK)
Welcome To The Earth – Disconnected (Indonesia)
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Fill The Silence 4

This demo is a collaboration with Ray Chapman from Grimsby, Lincolnshire, UK. All music by Ray, Lyrics and voice by me.

Eleven in the morning...   I’m still not out of bed
My skin is itchy scratchy... like the inside of my head
Twisted in the sheets I’m a timewarp in my hands
Strung out on these dreams of death that no one understands

I’m just a little dinghy, floating on a sea, of misery
I’m just a little dinghy, floating on a sea, of misery

Lit up like a comet in the midnight summer’s day
Drifting through the smoke of all the ones that got away
Crying by the wishing well we filled in yesterday
Had to fill it quickly (‘cause we) couldn’t make it pay

I’m just a little dinghy, floating on a sea, of misery
I’m just a little dinghy, floating on a sea, of misery

Made it to 12.30 the sun is overhead
Kitchen smells like heaven with the smell of fresh baked bread
Everything is bubbling, everyone is warm
Don’t know how I ever woke up, feeling so forlorn

But I’m just a little dinghy, floating on a sea, of misery
I’m just a little dinghy, floating on a sea, of misery
I’m just a little dinghy, just afloat...

Little Dinghy

This is the audio of my heat recorded at The Comedy Store in Manchester. I finished as a runner-up in my heat, and got through to the semi-finals as one of the top 10 stand-up comedians who had entered the competition - whittled down from 700! 

In the set, I talk about being working-class, dating people of different genders, gay footballers and homeless people. Oh, and Top Cat. Enjoy!

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BBC New Comedy Award 2018

BBC New Comedy Award 2018: Tom Mayhew On BBC Radio 4 Extra

A certain kinda magic you got
Running through your veins
I can’t explain but I’m so 
Drawn in and all in awe again

When will this stop
This thrashing heart
So greedy, immature
When will this halt
This seething mind
So evil and impure

A snazzy kinda something 
Floating in your atmosphere
I have no idea
Quite what it is 
Because you’re nowhere near

When will this stop
This thrashing heart
So greedy, immature
When will this halt
This seething mind
So evil and impure

Acting all innocent
I oughtta try and be
Practise some self restraint
Keep my damned self to me..
Hold on to my feelings and
Not set them free

A certain kinda magnetism
You got babe and I know it isn’t
Just me...
No I know it isn’t
Just me. 

When will this stop
This thrashing heart
So greedy, immature
When will this halt
This seething mind
So evil and impure

Greedy Heart

The first song I wrote on the Ukulele, bought for me for my 21st Birthday in 1976 by Robert Wilding. At the time, I didn't know how soon the song would come true!!

Smelly Bum

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