MICHELE DOTRICE (Fisher/Nankivell)

I wanna watch the telly
I wanna watch the telly
I’m nine years old
And I wanna watch the telly

But first I have to read this letter
From my future self

Dear Mark, it says
I know you’re well
So let us dwell
On things unknown

Still to come, still to come
Mr Woodward teaches you woodwork

Still to come, still to come
Mr Woodward makes a joke

Still to come, still to come
Mr Woodward promises 
Mr Woodward promises 
Mr Woodward promises 
Craig Duncan a job in a match factory

Still to come, still to come
You think Mr Woodward’s job is real

Why are you telling me this?

I wanna watch the telly
I wanna watch the telly
I’m nine years old
And I wanna watch the telly

But first I have to read this letter
From my future self

Dear Mark, it says
I know you’re well
So let us dwell
On things unknown

Still to come, still to come
Or is it round about now?

Still to come, still to come
Edward Woodward stars in The Wicker Man

Still to come, still to come
Edward Woodward leaves
Edward Woodward leaves
Edward Woodward leaves
Your father’s girlfriend’s boss’s wife’s sister

Still to come, still to come
Edward Woodward marries Michele Dotrice

I wanna watch the telly
I wanna watch the telly
I’m nine years old
And I wanna watch the telly

But first I have to read this letter
From my future self

Dear Mark, it says
I know you’re well
So let us dwell
On things unknown

Still to come, still to come
A thing called the internet

Still to come, still to come
A thing called Twitter

Still to come, still to come
You manage to please
You manage to please
You manage to please 
Betty from Some Mothers Do ‘Ave ‘Em

Still to come, still to come
A happy day for Michele Dotrice

I wanna watch the telly
I wanna watch the telly
I’m nine years old
And I wanna watch the telly

Why are you telling me this?
Why are you telling me this?
Why are you telling me this?

Michele Dotrice

Theme song for BeatRoute, called BeatRoute, composed and performed by the two members of BeatRoute. BeatRoute play ocarina, piano, singing, voices, bass, guitar, floor tom and electronic big maraccas. It is our self-titled BeatRoute band song.

Written and recorded in Torquay June 2022, after many years. 

bEATrOUTE

Regularly plant beetroot
				Beginning at 6am
Optimistically wait
				Every year the same 
Usually the rains come
				All the way up north
Turning round the sun
				To the Diri door

Each one person knows about it 
Thanks for sharing thoughts 
Beetroot truth beats sticks today



Reading maps of paper
				Boiling, roasted soup
Oh dear the well water
				Eaten grated cakes
Underwater flip-flops gone
				Abnormal coprolite
Teatime with pine Martens
				Treating everyone’s shite

Each one person knows about it 
Thanks for sharing thoughts 
Beetroot truth beats sticks today
Beetroot truth beats sticks today

I trod dirt
I tried to bet
I’d ride to Diri
To be beetroot

That’s the truth

BeatRoute

The last summer session of the Aubergines involved us digging up some instruments that we had buried in St Lukes gardens 6 weeks earlier. The melodicas were filled with soil and to begin with only a few notes played, the traingle seemed unscathed by the whole event, but the real revelation was the gourd shaker, which had been included in the ritual because it sounded so quiet/odd anyhow, and then to discover that the shaking was made by paper!


A SHAKER FILLED WITH PAPER

A shaker filled with paper
Doesn’t make sense
And yet
It exists

Bury the shaker filled with paper 
That makes small sounds
In the ground
And wait

Unearth the shaker 
Six weeks later
The paper’s damper
And the sounds are quieter

The shaker breaks open
We will see what is written
Words or illustrations
And when it breaks open
Revealing in latin
Human anatomy

Thomasin takes it home
To dry it out
And then translate

A Shaker Filled With Paper

From "Songs To Make Out To"
Get it here:  http://bit.ly/gohcovers

Lyrics:
Never been near a university, 
Never took a paper or a learned degree, 
And some of your friends think that's stupid of me, 
But it's nothing that I care about. 

Well I don't know how to tell the weight of the sun, 
And of mathematics well I want none, 
And I may be the Mayor of Simpleton, 
But I know one thing, 
And that's I love you. 
When their logic grows cold and all thinking gets done, 
You'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor of Simpleton. 

I can't have been there when brains were handed round 
(please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton), 
Or get past the cover of your books profound, 
(please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton), 
And some of your friends thinks it's really unsound, 
That you're ever seen talking to me. 

Well I don't know how to write a big hit song, 
And all crossword puzzles well I just shun, 
And I may be the Mayor of Simpleton, 
But I know one thing, 
And that's I love you. 

I'm not proud of the fact that I never learned much, 
Just feel I should say, 
what you get is all real, 
I can't put on an act, 
It takes brains to do that anyway. (And anyway...) 

And I can't unravel riddles, problems and puns, 
How the home computer has me on the run, 
And I may be the Mayor of Simpleton, 
But I know one thing, 
And that's I love you (I love you). 

If depth of feeling is a currency, 
(please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton), 
Then I'm the man who grew the money tree, 
(no Chain of Office and no hope of getting one). 
Some of your friends are too brainy to see, 
That they're paupers and that's how they'll stay. 

Well I don't know how many pounds make up a ton, 
Of all the Nobel prizes that I've never won, 
And I may be the Mayor of Simpleton, 
But I know one thing, 
And that's I love you. 

When all logic grows cold and all thinking gets done, 
You'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor of Simpleton. 
You'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor of Simpleton. 
You'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor. 
(Please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton.)








The Mayor Of Simpleton (XTC Cover)

Always thought this song that blew my mind in my teens should get a string quintet treatment, particularly after Santigold completely ripped it off :-)

Making Plans For Nigel - Rough Mix

A song that came in a dream towards the end of the Agatha Christie festival. The members of the church of Ezekiel are hampered in their athletic prowess by having to (at all times) wear a stone table on their back.

Agathaland

Stone Tablet

We hit an oven with spoons for percussion and wrote the worst trash ft. Hannah Um Chirnside

Rick and I saw four Impalas leaping out of the Kings Bowling Club today, the day before the bowling season is due to start.

The Slow Rush

Rick and The Lion is in B major.
Rick and the Lion is mostly in 3/4 time.
Rick and the Lion has 3 viola parts, one piano part, two vocals and a glockenspiel.
Rick and the Lion also features birdsong from my garden, you can hear it at the start especially.
Rick and the Lion is another in the series of Walks With Rick.
Rick is Rick Thorpe.
I am Hugh Nankivell
Rick and I both have a sister called Bridget.

Rick And The Lion

An improvised piece with conduction from members of Off the Rails big band and featuring trains recorded under a bridge somewhere in Lancashire August 2020

Michele Dotrice

Sweet Hunamafi Rhythm Orchestra

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