Go to https://www.paullyrics.com/album/scared-america-volume-three/our-prodigal-son and to Bandcamp at https://lespaulsthepauls.bandcamp.com/album/scared-of-america-volume-three
Denise Konkal, who runs the Bob Dylan International Facebook group wrote after hearing the song, ‘This song is epic and I do not use that term lightly! It captures Bob Dylan’s heritage and life’s spiritual and temporal journey, while brilliantly using his own songs as reference!
Your voice Paul (Odiase), is so amazing with its deep raspy resonance! The music is exciting and reminds me of a swift ,free flowing, winding river. It is highly engaging and arresting at times! Like Bob’s songs, it is like a biographical movie, and being a visual thinker as I am I could see so many scenes play out in milliseconds like when you dream something big in a tiny space of time! Bravo! 🌹

Bob Dylan - Our Prodigal Son

'Blood And Wine' by ‘Les Paul’s’ (The Paul’s) with music by Paul Odiase and lyrics by Paul Robert Thomas from the album 'Blues Bums' at https://www.paullyrics.com/album/les-pauls-the-pauls-and-friends-does-the-blues also on Bandcamp at https://lespaulsthepauls.bandcamp.com/album/blues-bums
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Blood and Wine lyrics
Watching the world from the top of this hill
I can’t understand man’s desire to kill
I see people act like they’re gods
Mistreating others as if they were dogs

Tell me are those coins in your hand
Worth the price of the life of a man?
Tell me are those coins in your hand
Worth the price of the life of a man?
Life of a man
Lord, Lord

On this hill with my hands full of nails
Looks like I’ve lost and that everything failed
Even my friends turn their backs on me
Others I trusted pretend they don’t see

Do you think those coins that you hold
Could buy back the soul that you’ve sold?
Tell me
Do you think these coins that you hold
Could buy back the soul that you’ve sold?
Tell me

I can’t stand hearing the cries
Of innocence as it slowly dies
Truth is covered by thick layers of lies
You cannot believe your eyes
They say that one day we’ll be free
But that day seems like eternity
How long do we have to wait
For me it’s already too late

In the street girls sell their body and soul
Boys with smart weapons have taken control
There’s a church with a bright golden steeple
So much wealth wasted so many poor people

Those coins that you grip in your hand
Will slip through your fingers like sand
Those coins that you grip in your hand

Justice is blind up here were I am
I am still dying to find one good man
Who’ll take a stand and tell what is true
Turn the other cheek just to make it on through

Those coins that you’d so planned to save
Will curse you unto your grave
Will curse you unto your grave

I watch this world from the top of this hill
And I wonder if it’s really Gods will
To see the prophesies slowly fulfilled
How much more blood will be spilt
Is there nothing more left but to grieve
How can you learn to believe
When you eat and drink the bread and wine
Do you remember that blood is mine?

Music composed and performed by Paul Odiase BMI No. 1252265 (Switzerland)
Song lyrics by Paul Robert Thomas PRS No. 497904008 (London)
PRS Tunecode 477095HQ

Blood And Wine

Dead Man’s Shoes by ‘Les Paul’s’ (The Paul’s) with music by Paul Odiase and lyrics by Paul Robert Thomas from the album 'Blues Bums' at https://www.paullyrics.com/album/les-pauls-the-pauls-and-friends-does-the-blues also on Bandcamp at https://lespaulsthepauls.bandcamp.com/album/blues-bums

Dead Man’s Shoes Lyrics
Like a fish outta water
When all the lakes have run dry
Take this lamb to the slaughter
He’ll go with his head held high

I just can’t turn the other cheek
Is this the justice that you seek?
Sharpen your knife I won’t resist
I’ll close my eyes and I’ll clench my fists
I’ll close my eyes and I’ll clench my fists
Lord, I’ll close my eyes and I’ll clench my fists

Let me see if your hand is steady
Do you really think you’re ready, do you?
To step into dead man’s shoes
To step into dead man’s shoes

You left my head hanging on my neck
Like a bird balancing on a wire
You made me a nervous wreck
As the sky roars and spits fire

So what is there that remains
As I survey the past and wonder?
I know nothing can stay the same
Through all the rain and thunder

It’s all gone down the drain, dear lover
Can you really think of another, can you?
Who’d step into
Tell me, who’d step into
Dead man’s shoes, dead man’s shoes
Who’d step into dead man’s shoes
Dead man’s shoes, dead man’s shoes

Like a three-legged man running in a race
A blind man on a paper chase
You think you’ve got what it takes
But to see where you’re going
You gotta be awake, you gotta be awake

When I’ve gone and am away
All I left you are the blues
And you feel you’ve been betrayed
You search through the box for clues

You just can’t do what I’ve done
You haven’t been where I’ve been
Walked in the dark and the sun
You wonder at what I’ve seen

Let me see if your hand is steady
Do you really think you’re ready, do you?
To step into, to step into
Dead man’s shoes
Dead man’s shoes
Dead man’s shoes
Dead man’s shoes
To step into dead man’s shoes
To step into dead man’s shoes
To step into dead man’s shoes
Lord no, dead man’s shoes
Are you ready to step into dead man’s shoes

When I’ve gone and I’m away
All I left you are the blues
And you feel you’ve been betrayed
You search through the box for clues

You just can’t do what I’ve done
You haven’t been where I’ve been
Walked in the dark and the sun
You wonder at what I’ve seen

Let me see if your hand is steady
Do you really think you’re ready, do you?
To step into dead man’s shoes
To step into dead man’s shoes
To step into dead man’s shoes
To step into dead man’s shoes
To step into dead man’s shoes
To step into dead man’s shoes
To step into dead man’s shoes
To step into dead man’s shoes
Dead man’s shoes
Dead man’s shoes
Dead man’s shoes

Music composed and performed by Paul Odiase BMI No. 1252265 (Switzerland)
Song lyrics by Paul Robert Thomas PRS No. 497904008 (London)
PRS Tunecode 496133AP

Dead Man's Shoes

Years ago, on a trip to Paris I wrote the lyrics for this song. I loved going to the old cemeteries. Some of them had homeless cats that were attended to by old women with umbrellas and food. At the famous Père Lachaise Cemetery, there were signs pointing the way to his grave. A lot of luminaries were interred there: Georges Bizet, Frédéric Chopin, Honoré de Balzac, Marcel Proust, Georges Seurat, Oscar Wilde, Sarah Bernhardt, Isadora Duncan, Gertrude Stein, Colette, Edith Piaf, Marcel Marceau, Richard Wright, Molière, Delacroix, Max Ernst, Modigliani and, well…Jim. I sent the lyrics to my old writing buddy Bill and he came up with the music.

8 JIMS GRAVE

'Will We Ever Overcome' by ‘Les Paul’s’ (The Paul’s) from their album ‘An American Landscape – Scared of America Volume Two’ at http://bit.ly/2LDOkTp. Go to the song web page to learn more about the song at http://bit.ly/2vdmV0l.
The track and the album are available to download at all good download stores inc iTunes at https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/an-american-landscape-scared-of-america-volume-two/1419604511?app=itunes&ign-mpt=uo%3D4, Spotify at https://open.spotify.com/album/5xyEYI32LHNIICJOxiqxuF, Bandcamp at https://lespaulsthepauls.bandcamp.com/album/an-american-landscape-scared-of-america-volume-two, Amazon at 
https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07G1GCRCR.

The reference to Dylan is at Verse 5:-

American rock stars buying their thrills
Forgetting that uncontrolled pleasure kills
And Bobby the ‘Folk-Protest’ singer
Singing the praises of gangsters and killers
Like Billy, Joey and Jesse James
While forgetting his own people’s 6 million names

His American Dream’s been well done
At the end of the line will he overcome?

An American Landscape – Scared of America Volume Two

Will We Ever Overcome

'Tommy,Tommy' by ‘Les Paul’s’(The Paul’s) from their new album 'England, Once My England' at http://www.paullyrics.com/album/im-not-there/tommy-tommy-2.
Tommy, Tommy

Tommy was a pensioner, an O.A.P.
He’d fought in both wars, for you and me
Lived in the city, in a cold damp home
He lived the last days of his life, all alone

He wouldn’t go out, of his home
One night he was mugged, they broke his leg bone
No-one came to see him, most days
‘cept the lady that brought him his one meal, on a plastic tray

Tommy, Tommy
Once so proud of the land you loved
Tommy, Tommy
In the end you paid in blood

In winter he’d wear layers of thick clothes
In front of his one-bar-electric-fire he’d doze
He’s turn it on for an hour each night
He couldn’t afford the electric bill for that and the light

His neighbours spoke words he couldn’t understand
They’d come from some unknown foreign land
He saw on the news prisoners getting three-course-meals
You can imagine how that made Tommy feel

They were living so much better than him
He said they’d been rewarded for committing their sins
Tommy was imprisoned for doing no wrong
For Tommy it seemed that all hope had gone
 
Tommy, Tommy
Once so proud of the land you loved
Tommy, Tommy
In the end you paid in blood

One day they found Tommy weeks after he’d died
His war medals were laid out by his side
He was buried in a paupers grave
On the wooden cross was wrote ‘Tommy, a soul that no-one would save’.

Tommy, Tommy
Once so proud of the land you loved
Tommy, Tommy
In the end you paid in blood

Tommy, Tommy
Once so proud of the land you loved
Tommy, Tommy
In the end you paid in blood

Paul Robert Thomas

I'm Not There Britannia

Tommy, Tommy

I Met Andy Warhol by ;Les Paul's' (The Paul's) check it out at http://www.paullyrics.com/my-15-seconds-with-andy-warhol/ where you can listen to and download the released single version and also listen to the album at http://www.paullyrics.com/album/im-not-there.

I Met Andy Warhol lyrics
See David in tattered blue jeans
Listening to Hawkwind’s ‘Silver Machine’
Selling hot dogs by The Round House
In North London, thereabouts

David in tattered blue jeans
Looking like a skinny bean
David in tattered blue jeans
As unstable as gasoline
As unstable as gasoline

One night Andy came to town
He was the brightest star around
They were opening up his show
Would he come to the show no one could know?

I spoke to Andy that time
He looked so dandy and so fine
On the street in seventy two
On the arm of his boy with his eyes of blue

From near Andy didn’t look big
Grandma shouting ‘Pig, Pig, Pig’!
Protesting with her Welsh talk
Andy answered ‘No, you’ll find it’s called ‘Pork’!
‘No, you’ll find it’s called ‘Pork’!

 He gave me a look and a smile
He sure did have class, he had style
I’ll never forget his warm eyes
When I later heard he’d gone, I cried
Oh I cried
Andy could have painted you
On the pouch of a Kangaroo
Or on the side of a bus
Or on a plate of frozen moon dust
On a plate of frozen moon dust

David in tattered blue jeans
Meeting stars of the silver screen
David in tattered blue jeans
Rubbing shoulders with kings and queens

David in tattered blue jeans
Looking like a skinny bean
David in tattered blue jeans
As unstable as gasoline
David in tattered blue jeans
Looking like a skinny bean
David in tattered blue jeans
As unstable as gasoline
As unstable as gasoline

Paul Robert Thomas

I Met Andy Warhol (demo)

Hi! Listen to our  ‘Les Paul’s’ (The Paul’s) new song ‘I Met Andy Warhol’ here and at http://www.paullyrics.com/album/im-not-there/andy-warhol and is from the album 'England, Once My England' at http://www.paullyrics.com/album/im-not-there.

‘I Met Andy Warhol’ is a song about my meeting with Andy Warhol - you can also read about it at http://www.paullyrics.com/my-15-seconds-with-andy-warhol.

‘I Met Andy Warhol’ by ‘Les Paul’s’ (The Paul’s)  was released as a single on 5/11/19 and can be downloaded at all good download stores - check out the download links at  https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/lespauls/i-met-andy-warhol 

Cheers, Paul at www.paullyrics.com

Lyrics - I Met Andy Warhol 

See David in tattered blue jeans
Listening to Hawkwind’s ‘Silver Machine’
Selling hot dogs by The Round House
In North London, thereabouts

David in tattered blue jeans
Looking like a skinny bean
David in tattered blue jeans
As unstable as gasoline
As unstable as gasoline

One night Andy came to town
He was the brightest star around
They were opening up his show
Would he come to the show no one could know?

I spoke to Andy that time
He looked so dandy and so fine
On the street in seventy two
On the arm of his boy with his eyes of blue

From near Andy didn’t look big
Grandma shouting ‘Pig, Pig, Pig’!
Protesting with her Welsh talk
Andy answered ‘No, you’ll find it’s called ‘Pork’!
‘No, you’ll find it’s called ‘Pork’!

 He gave me a look and a smile
He sure did have class, he had style
I’ll never forget his warm eyes
When I later heard he’d gone, I cried
Oh I cried
Andy could have painted you
On the pouch of a Kangaroo
Or on the side of a bus
Or on a plate of frozen moon dust
On a plate of frozen moon dust

David in tattered blue jeans
Meeting stars of the silver screen
David in tattered blue jeans
Rubbing shoulders with kings and queens

David in tattered blue jeans
Looking like a skinny bean
David in tattered blue jeans
As unstable as gasoline
David in tattered blue jeans
Looking like a skinny bean
David in tattered blue jeans
As unstable as gasoline
As unstable as gasoline



Paul Robert Thomas

I Met Andy Warhol

What Christmas Means To Me is ‘Les Paul’s’ (The Paul’s) new 2019 Christmas song and was released as a single on 14 November 2019 and is available to download at all good download stores.
Check out ‘Les Paul’s’ (The Paul’s) at http://www.paullyrics.com/les-pauls-the-pauls-official-homepage.

What Christmas Means To Me

The title track from ‘Les Paul’s’ (The Paul’s) forthcoming album 'England, Once My England' due for release Dec 2019 - check it out at http://www.paullyrics.com/album/im-not-there

England, Once My England Lyrics
I was born here, but won’t die here
That’s for sure
I had to leave and get away
I couldn’t take no more

Discrimination
Runs through the heart of the nation
Where class and snobbery rules
And the poor are treated like fools

The Police are no where to be seen
Sitting in an office watching computer screens
Citizens are robbed, raped or killed
Chances are slim of getting caught by ‘The Old Bill’

In that green and once pleasant land
England, once my England
What it’s become is hard to understand
So hard to understand

Alcoholism
Runs through the nation like sexism
‘Drink to be sociable’ they say
But they’re so cold anyway

The rich bankers they rule the land
They’ve got the politicians in the palms of their hands
They’ll house you in the ghetto’s, you’ve got no choice
If you ain’t got money, you ain’t got a chance

In that green and once pleasant land
England, once my England
What it’s become is hard to understand
So hard to understand

Pedophilia
Rampant in towns, country and suburbia
Abuse in every walk of life
From Lands End to Fife

In corridors of secret handshakes
Learnt at Eton and Harrow and such places
You’re accepted-in if you’re one of them
If not, then to them you’re just phlegm
You’re just phlegm

In that green and once pleasant land
England, once my England
What it’s become is hard to understand
So hard to understand

Paul Robert Thomas

England, Once My England

England Once My England

I Believe from our album BELIEF at https://www.paullyrics.com/album/belief-2. Listen to the album on Bandcamp at https://lespaulsthepauls.bandcamp.com/album/belief-2

I Believe Lyrics

I believe in a better tomorrow
That's not far from today
I believe that pain and sorrow
Will disappear and go away
I believe, I believe

Don't hurt others with words or deeds
Don't turn your back on those in need
Teach your children to love and respect
Show them the way that's true and correct

I believe that we will see a new day
And we'll find a new way
I believe in pure love that's true
I believe you will one day too
I believe, I believe

Learn from mistakes and grow within
Reach for the stars let life begin
Peace and love inside you are the keys
To open your heart and set you free
I believe, I believe

I believe in a better tomorrow
That's not far from today
I believe that pain and sorrow
Will disappear and go away
I believe, I believe

I believe in you
I hope that you will believe in me too

Paul Robert Thomas
PRS Tunecode 288370BM

Belief

I Believe

I am a London born & bred Song Lyricist working with bands & artists the world over and can be found at www.paullyrics.com where you can discover what the legendary Andy Warhol said to me when we met each other in London, what the late great Robert Johnson’s grandson wrote to me and what Buckingham Palace sent me re. a song of ours & while you’re there you’ll discover 400+ songs & released albums, promo & live concert video’s, Dylan articles & interviews - I hope that you will arrive as a guest but will leave as my friend.
Cheers, Paul at www.paullyrics.com

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