It's 1955, She's a frustrated housewife had a hard day... school, hoovering, cooking dinner and now it's 9pm and She's knackered,  fed her Triby'd Insurance Salesman husband a roast with spotted dick afters, the kids moan about the peas, hubby moans about his boss, you've had enough...

She nips out for a breath of fresh air and a fag with a large Scotch, to cool down, tugs her top a bit lower than the neighbours think would be decent...A mate of yours drives by, and says she's going to a Village hall where She heard a RocknRoll combo will practise, you go along.

When She gets there it's a smokey, heady place, with very loud "amplifiers" and a "Drum Kit" She sits down, finishes her Scotch and listens, it's like nothing She's heard before. It's actually Punk Rock, it'll never happen again, until 20 years later, The lead guitarist hands her the mic, rips her top open, and empties her soul into the rather bulky mic, this is what happens.

Afterwards She goes home to find her drunk husband listening to Bert Wheedon on the gramaphone. 

F him, F everyone, 

Tonight, for once is hers.

Credit
CPM everything except Vox - that's Caz, She also wrote the lyrics
Drums - the Clash
Napalm - President Nixon

Losing Myself (Hi Honey I'm Home Mix)

Delta Spirit's Into the Wide (Deluxe Edition) is out June 29, 2015.

Delta Spirit - I Feel Free

I need something beautiful I need beautify in my life
All I have is rough and mean and jaded by the light
I'm serrated by reality, my skin falls from the bone
My scenery is stale and I'm permanent alone

This is what makes me, the creature that I am
A quater century has passed and I no longer learn
I'm settled into habits, with ideals that are sham
Nothing's changing fast I'm out of corners to turn

If I ever feel better - I may give you a call
We can go for drinks and joke about it all
But my wounds dont seem to heal they just spread to the touch
And I'm to weak to reach afar and call out for a crutch

Can yay nay help? In this nay-say mind-set
Betrayed my own self after struggling to find it
Out of patience, but no-one minded,
Feel the same stressed out as when completely unwinded

As the margins narrow, the page grows thin
The letters are large and each word grim
Licked thumbs stay dry and the book don't turn
If I could only find a match I could leave it to burn

These words used to be therapy now they're forced in despertion
The reverse is true it's enemy but I'll continue chasin
It's too late for a re-write - this is my only vice,
Even if now I see right - I'll pretend to be unwise

Nothing to lose but the time invested
There's nothing there but I'm firmly nested
'Cos where'd I get if this is all I've been
With no knowledge gained or messages seen

'Cos my ears glued closed and my eyes nailed shut
And my mouth only open to make room for a foot
Sit down quite and stay out of the way
Repetition drills habit and I'm deadly afraid

Beasts

Someting Beautiful

Think I Might Be High

CHORUS
Mama, don't let them bury me. 
Please pick me up and carry me
Far from the cemetery.

VERSE
It's dark in here; I can hardly move, 
and I hear digging outside
Someone is whistling a mournful tune. 
I wish I was still alive.

CHORUS

VERSE
My prison is moving; I feel a bump; 
they're putting me down in the ground.
Above my head I hear a thump. 
I try to cry out loud

CHORUS x2

Far from the cemetery.

Copyright 2020 Vicki Morrison Goble

Photo by https://pixabay.com/users/mirceaiancu-11873433/

Witching Hour

Mama, Don't Let Them Bury Me

Mama Don't Let Them Bury Me

Bars a bit weak will probs revisit but yaget the idea

No woman wants to fuck with a fucker as fucked as I
So I'll never try, got no pickup line
I can Imagine now, whilst I'm saying 'hi'
Wanna come back mine have a real shit time

I'll be ripping off my arm before I pour the wine
Filling up the bin with this life that were mine
You know that I weep, either that or I rhyme
I'd die in my sleep It'll all be fine


I'm obliged, 'cos I said I am
All these promises killin' everthin' I am
lookin' in the mirror like "he's the man"
He'll sort all your all problems it's easy man

Not showered in days feeling cheesy man
If you get to close will leave dizy man
Sun don't mean shit it's not seasonal
There's constant fever yeah I'm sneezing how


I met an old friend, got bored of them
I'm sticking a wall on the boarder then
Stay at home in the dark lock the door to them
Roll a couple biffs gettin' naughty yea

Chasing demons gotta corner them
Been running for years now I'm short of breath
Tryna whack another mole but there's more of them
I'll send myself home at the thought of death

Dance It All Away

V1
My mother said that I was always late
Just like my dad for every date
So I was born a fortnight overdue
When they both were 42

V2
Late for every meal and late for school
My rent's not punctual as a rule
My coat has holes cos I don't stitch in time
Everyone knows that I'll arrive

CH
Late to the party
Missed all the best fun
Why do I do this to myself?
Got to the party 
The night was all done
And you were kissing someone else
Guess there's a hint 
That I should take
Time to change for my own sake

V3
My boss warns me that they're going to fire me
But they've got no work to inspire me
Ads everywhere for making cash online
But I'm still making up my mind

V4
All my friends bought houses in the boom
But I couldn't decide so soon
I'm the type for moving slow but sure
But they think I should find a cure (for being)

CH

V5 Solo

V6
My mama told me I was always late
But also I should live my way
My daddy said don't let a girl be torture 
There'll be another round the corner

FINAL CH
Late to the party 
but I’m not going home
Now I’m gonna help myself
Give me a bottle 
and I’ll be moving on
You stay kissing someone else
Cos I’m not late 
To your party, no
No, I’m the first one at my own 
Cos I’m not late
To your party, no
No, I’m the first one at my own 

REPEAT CH

Lyrics and melody (c) Adam Farr, 2020, all rights reserved
Guitars and music: @binladeda
Image Credit: Thomas Leuthard, CC BY 2.0: https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/ https://www.flickr.com/photos/thomasleuthard/8118964495/in/photostream/
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