The Sham Rock sessions were something a little different for The Sturmeys. Recorded in a proper studio with Mike Vaughan on Drums and Glen Jevon on bass. They recorded it old style all playing together and then over dubbed later.

Sham Rock

The Sham Rock sessions were something a little different for The Sturmeys. Recorded in a proper studio with Mike Vaughan on Drums and Glen Jevon on bass. They recorded it old style all playing together and then over dubbed later.

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In ailse 22 there's a smack for a kid
Never did nothing I never did
Lessons are learned and promptly hid
One more beforethe bell

There's a mess of machinery in your garden shed
Chaos and calamity hiding in your head
Might need a remedy before it's time for bed
One more before the bell

The paper's piling up in the one day pile
Gonna put it all in a cardboard file
Throw it on the firemight bring a smile
One more before the bell

This is no epistle
I'm just looking to wet my whistle
Before the final knell
Give me one more before the bell

When I'm dead and gone take me out for a drive
Scatter my ashes on the M25
Nothing like the road to make you feel alive
One more before the bell

One More Before The Bell

The Sham Rock sessions were something a little different for The Sturmeys. Recorded in a proper studio with Mike Vaughan on Drums and Glen Jevon on bass. They recorded it old style all playing together and then over dubbed later.

Why not enjoy the video here - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lt1uUzMeST8&t=29s

https://soundcloud.com/mikevaughanmusic

Sunday morning slips from her lover's bedroom
What in the world could possibly harm her?
Ten o'clock she's sitting in the front pew
Praying that's there's no such thing as Karma

Monday morning makes her husband's breakfast
Woke up early in the marital bed
He'll never know she changed what she believes in
Started having marmite on her bread

Run with scissors you'll get hurt
Play with matches, you'll get burnt
Until the lesson's earned
The lesson's never learned

Tuesday teatime fries a pair of kippers
But who's that in her husband's chair?
Open window lets the neighbours know now
There's something fishy happening there.

Thursday night who's bringing home the bacon?
Said that he was poppin to the shops
Friday morning feeling kind of empty
Funny when the penny starts to drop.

Running With Scissors

The Sham Rock sessions were something a little different for The Sturmeys. Recorded in a proper studio with Mike Vaughan on Drums and Glen Jevon on bass. They recorded it old style all playing together and then over dubbed later.

Why not enjoy the video here - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4BGgtucV7-8&t=41s

https://soundcloud.com/mikevaughanmusic

 Bow down to the truth, that waits under glass
For the microscope’s gaze to release it at last
Bow down to the data, the measurements equations
The cabbage and the ape and all our relations
Bow down to the need of the mutated seed
Of the first fish in time to slither out the slim
And survive it all and learn how to crawl
Mutating again ‘till it never was the same
Bow down to the rigour the sketches and the notes
The withstood the sniggers when they were first wrote
Bow down to islands and the creatures within
And the difference between them, where an idea begins
Bow down to the man who sort to understand
On a walk in the woods to learn all he could
Facts buried like bones, stooping to a stone
Then doing it again until the idea became
Bow down to the skies and the heavens beyond
To the atoms and the matter that have always belonged
Bow down to the stars, made of that matter
And the radio dishes, hearing galaxies chatter
Bow down to the eyes, that looked to the skies
And changed all the facts when the earth was still flat
And let’s not forget, bow down to the steps
That giants left behind on moons and in minds

Bow Down

The Sham Rock sessions were something a little different for The Sturmeys. Recorded in a proper studio with Mike Vaughan on Drums and Glen Jevon on bass. They recorded it old style all playing together and then over dubbed later.

Why not enjoy the video here - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FC0URK8fjgQ&t=106s

https://soundcloud.com/mikevaughanmusic

I'm striking out for happiness
I'm on my merry way
I'm dancing down a different road
And I'll laugh at come what may

Goodbye to all the idiots
And their silly little lives
Gonna beat the blues, black and blue
With a jolly bunch of fives

Take me back to '76
Where the summer never ends
Let the joy in my broken heart
I see if it could mend

I'm striking out for happiness
I've packed a bag of cheer
there's nothing for me back there
So I'm happy being here

I'm striking out for happiness
Time's up for feeling down
There's no hope for hopelessness
I won't have it around

Take me back to '76
Where the summer never ends
Let the joy in my broken heart
And see if it could mend

I'm Striking Out For Happiness

'Wry Genius' -Mojo Magazine

Congratulations, you have stumbled across The Sturmey Archers time capsule that has lain buried beneath the Soundcloud sunken garden since the beginning of the 21st century. No doubt you are reading this from a future where music has become just that stuff in the background of funny video clips of dogs and babies. But historians amongst you will probably of heard of a time when music actually meant something to people. 

In the second decade of the 21st century a law was passed that decreed that all lyrics to songs should be about 'this night being the one' and stuff about 'putting your hands in the air'. These were strange times when songs about unique thoughts that sprung into individual's minds were considered retro, but musicians that copied German bands from thirty years previously were thought to still be original.

It was in the context of these times that small groups of renegade songwriters decided to carry on with the virtues of rock and pop's golden age and actually write songs about things, thoughts, feelings and other stuff. These were sometimes profound and and sometimes silly, but the words meant something, the music was playful and adventurous, and the tunes could be whistled by milkmen if they ever got the chance to hear them. They were on a mission to be at the very least, mildly entertaining.

Eminent musicologists of the time scoured the planet to find examples of this music that wasn't rubbish so they could bury it for future generations to enjoy. You now, the lucky archaeologist and future pop picker, have in your grasp the key to a world of wry world play, mad thoughts and old fashioned chord progressions. N.B. If Apes have taken over the planet, sorry for all the trouble we've caused.