I saw the light – in the dullest town I know
Spilt from my cot  – into the faint and insipid dawn
Then I was hurt – I was healed and I was hurt again
And I was lost – I was found and then mislaid again
But it’s pointless – it’s futile – it’s a waste of time
I’m walking backwards – it isn’t getting better at all
I was taught – I was trained to keep completely still
And I was told – I was shown – how to disappear
At the edge, I was tripped  - pushed outshoved into empty space
I was cast  – into the pit, but I struggled back 
But it’s pointless – it’s futile – it’s a waste of time
I’m walking backwards – it isn’t getting better at all
(INSTRUMENTAL)
You were asked, you were told  not to play the fool
You were shown, instructed on how you should behave
You were saved – you were slain, but you were saved again
You were kissed and deceived and you were kissed again
But it’s pointless – it’s futile, just a waste of time
I’m walking backwards and it isn’t getting better at all

I Saw The Light 5 Elec + Words

bluesy rocky tune

Push me away – PjnDS © 06-12-2013

INTRO	Ritmo - compás: |  ♪   ♫    ♪! . . |	Am Am  Dm Dm  G G  Am Am x 2
V 1 (pt 1)	We had so – so many problems
More than we’d ever had before
We had bills to pay, We had rent to pay
I held out my hands for a little support	Am Am  Dm Dm   
G G  Am Am
Am Am  Dm Dm   
G G  Am Am
Ch 	But you pushed me away, pushed me away
pushed me away, pushed me away
pushed me away, pushed me away
pushed me away, pushed me away	Dm Dm  
Am Am   
Dm Dm  
Am Am
V1 (pt2)	‘Cause you’ve changed now, Yes you’ve changed 
And I can never see you the same 	Bb Bb  G G          
E7 E7  E9+ E9+
VERSE 2	Just to think how much I once loved you
Remember promises we made
We were a team, I’m sure you remember
All I needed from you was a smile	Am Am  Dm Dm  
G G  Am Am
Am Am  Dm Dm  
G G  Am Am
Ch	But you pushed me away, pushed me away …	
V2-2	‘Cause you’ve changed now, Yes you’ve changed 
And I can never see you the same	
V 3-1	Well, I’m sorry, I think it’s too late now
No way the clock’s turning back
I can’t live with your cold-hearted rejection
I can’t live in the gaze of those cold blue eyes	Am Am  Dm Dm  
G G  Am Am
Am Am  Dm Dm  
G G  Am Am
Ch	‘Cause you pushed me away, pushed me away …	
V3-2
	‘Cause you’ve changed now, Yes you’ve changed 
And I can never see you the same	


Push Me Away - Acoustic - 7 December 2013

a version of this classic song that I did a long time ago for the sheer joy of double tracking.

Little Red Rooster

Nuestra contribución a 'Nacidos bajo un Buen Signo II'
Our contribution to 'Born under a Good Sign II'
Performed by the Rhinoceros Bluesband
Recorded at Estudios Herrera (Eng. Rafael Herrera)
A blues ballad written & (C) by Phil Daniels 2014

PUSH ME AWAY (Push 44.1 Khz)

A lively little number about movement and life
Performed by the Rhinoceros Bluesband
Recorded at Estudios Herrera (Eng. Rafael Herrera)
Written and (C) Phil Daniels 2014


WALKING SHOES (Walking 44.1 Hkz)

I Cannot See a Thing - (geriatric punk blues) - narrates a scene in the life of a violent man whose partner has finally had enough and left. He has no memories - all erased by his drunkenness. He doesn't understand his situation, which is that his self-centredness has eventually destroyed a stage of his life.

I got up from my bed last night, I think I went outside 
I stood out in the cold, damp dark - and looked up at the sky 
The clouds were thick, about to rain, the wind was razor cold 
I tried to think what I’d done wrong; to work out why you’d gone 
My eyes are filled with sand and tears, My ears are stopped with mud ….
My sight is dim; my senses dull;  My mind too weak for words 
I don’t know where I’m going to, I can’t see where I’ve been 
I can’t see anything I want, I cannot see a thing! …

There was no note that I could see, nothing to tell me why.
The table was a mess of food, half-eaten chips and pies.
I stumbled on the kitchen floor, two bottles span away,
My head was thick and numb with ache, and a thing I tried to say
My eyes are filled with sand and tears ... 

There’s a smudge of red by the kitchen door – that a shoe has smeared away, 
There’s a crack in the glass near the window sill that wasn’t there yesterday
I look around the empty room, but the memories don’t come
I want you back here, here with me, I don’t know what I’ve done
My eyes are filled with sand and tears ... 

22 May 2016, 19 07 38 I Cannot See A Thing

Imagine an person - probably old - exhausted and dying slowly, painlessly and inevitably in comfort, in a sunlit room, waiting, wasting away, aware that any breath taken is now counted. An acute awareness of time coupled with acceptance of the imminent end, of no further plans or opportunities. 
You see someone waiting. You see someone waiting. Their wishes are fading; they’re wasting away.
You see someone waiting. You see someone waiting. Wasting and waiting. Wasting their time.
Time that’s so short. Time that was fleeting. Run out of time. And gone. (Breath)

A breath that was taken. A breath that was taken. A breath that once taken, exhaled and gone.
A breath that was taken. A breath that was fleeting. Breathing, still breathing; exhaled and gone.
A breath that’s once taken. And never again, Run out of time. It’s gone.  (Breath)

You see someone waiting, days slip away. Ageing, not ageing; life drifting by.
You see someone waiting; they’re wasting away. Dying and waiting. Dying while waiting.
You see someone waiting. Just waiting and waiting. Dying and waiting. Dying and gone. (Breath)

A breath that was taken, was held for a moment. A breath that once taken; a moment retained.
A breath that was taken; an instant so fleeting. Breathe, barely breathing; exhaled and gone.
A breath that’s once taken. And never again, Run out of time. It’s gone.  (Breath)

22 May 2016, 16 00 43 See Someone Waiting

Betty and the Wolf (PjnD solo) A Bloodthirsty Fable

The improvised lyrics from 3’27” are:

Walking home after Sunday School, 
she runs behind the bush 
and the wolf is waiting there, 
slavering, red jaw, bites …  bite-bite-bite-bite
blood spurts out of her tiny neck,
and the girl who prayed is now very dead
she cannot believe, as her spirit deceases, 
was that all I was supposed to do?

Her mother is baking an apple pie,
Waiting for the girl to come home,
And her name was ‘Betty’ like her mother, 
But now she’s dead and … in the gutter

The wolf was not satisfied,
His mouth was large and his belly was larger
Waits for the next one to come by - 
A girl with a face like a clean fresh piglet.
He jumps out from behind the hedge.
She takes out a magnum and shoots him dead.
She was the one who told all the lies
That made little Betty so nervous and surprised.

Oh, she sees the red dress there behind the hedge, 
Takes out a bowie knife and cuts the wolf up.
Out jumps Betty, just slightly shocked.

‘Thank you very much,’ she says to the piglet.
‘I’d better get home now. Mother is baking me an apple pie.
I’ll have to have a wash before lunch.’ 
Ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai. 
Ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai. Aiiee!

Her mother opens the door.
The girl just stands there all covered in gore,
And then her mother sends her up to the bathroom.
‘Go and have a wash. It’s almost lunchtime.
Eat your meat and your vegetables too!
Don’t leave any potatoes – I’m counting on you!
Those greens have got to go or there won’t be any pudding,
No cream on your apple pie, which I made with
Cinnamon, jasper, whey and yoghurt, 
with raisins and apples, 
A sprinkling of sugar that melts on the pastry,
And then the wolf’s mother knocks on the door.

‘Have you seen my baby? 
He went to church and they wouldn’t let him in.’
Shedding a tear, the wolf’s mother holds up the skin.
‘He was such a good boy. He was
Such a good boy. He was such a good boy. 
Oi-oi-oi-oi-eee. 
Yoy-oi-oi-oi-eee. 
Yoy-yoy-yoy-eee. 
Yoy-yoy-yoy-eee. 
Yoh-yoh-yoh!!!!!!

She goes up the mountain at night, 
To the part where the trees never grow any more,
Beyond the grass, beyond the ferns. 
(It’s cold right at the mountain peak)
She drags the fur of her dead son, 
And she leaves it there 
and she howls at the moon, 
and she howls at the moon, 
and she howls at the moon, 
at the moon, the moon, at the moon. 
Ai-ai- Ai-ai-
Ho-ho-ho!
Who’s going to look after me when I’m old?
Ai-ai-ai-ai-he-he-he!
Who’s going to take care of me when I’m weak 
(and can’t feed myself)?

10’07” (machine gun battle)
10’48”


Betty and the Wolf (Original Songs 1980s 90s)

The way I fall.

It’s a no-win game - it’s a loser’s song

Of all the stupid things that I have done,
My self destruction seems like the worst of all.
It's the way I fall. Yes, that's the way I fall.
And I fall down again. Over and over and over again. 
Every time I rise. Making sure that I never really rise.
Oh, oh, that's the way I fall. 
Oh, oh, that's the way I fall. 

Staring at her failures, her mirror - chipped at every edge
She frets  - Am I as attractive as yesterday?
The worry stabbing just below her heart.
So reassuring to be in pain again.
She feeds the pain so that she can feed on it.
That's the way she falls, That's the way she falls
And she falls, (she) falls so low, And she falls, (she) falls so low
No one sees her that way, No one sees her so close

A life of slow and certain suicide
Doomed to failure by the way we destroy ourselves.
That's the way we all fall. 
Self-hatred from not being good enough.
Falling down and down again, 
Over and over and over again.
Every time we rise. We know that we must never fly.
We know it is so wrong to fly.

The world's a dream that I have left behind.
That's the way I fall. That's the way I fall.
And I fall so hard, 
Like the rain that falls, from the empty sky

All that pain seems so far away,
I remember it but I can’t feel it now
That's the way I fall. That's the way I fall.
And I fall so hard, And I fall so low.
Like the rain that falls from the empty sky
Like the rain I’ll never taste again.


Philip Daniels-Storr