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A Lotta Rain is Fallin'

A LOTTA RAIN IS FALLIN’

Written June 1970 by Trev Teasdel (Originally the music to this was written by Pete Waterman long before he was world famous!) - Story below. These audio versions are set to my own music much later though - I don't have a copy of Pete's Version - not sure if has even  - it was so long ago!)

 

A lotta rain is fallin’, but the earth has moved aside

There’s a lotta bullets flying but the victim’s found somewhere to hide 

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There’s a lotta rivers flowin’ but the seas learned how to fly.

There’s a lotta clouds a wondering which rockets knicked the sky

‘cos the roads are moving fast but the cars are standing still

and so much is happening yet nothing’s ever done

Oh we want to see the light but we’re dazzled by the sun.

 

(Bridge)

And some people's only sunshine

Is their Cornflakes in the morning time

And the age of instant sunshine

In packets of bright display

I know will be dawning,

In some future day.

 

There’s a lotta tears a fallin’, and more are being cried

There’s a lotta people trampled on as man takes another stride

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There’s a lotta smoke a rising but the sky’s learned how to swim

There’s a lotta faces smiling but their hearts are feeling grim

Cos a lotta tension’s forming and the bags about to burst

There’s gotta be an answer cos the world is getting worse.

A lotta help is needed to get that truck back on the road

Cos too many people are pullin’ too heavier a load.

 

(BACK TO BRIDGE)

A Lotta Rain is Fallin Trev Teasdel

The story behind the song - I was about 18 / 19 when I wrote this - working in the Telecommunications dept. of the GEC Stoke works in Cov. At weekends I was organising bands at the Coventry Arts Umbrella and writing song lyrics (I didn't play guitar until a year later - beyond some preliminary chords). I was an Electrical inspector - testing huge telephone racks - somewhat mind-numbing - so often used to have a 'write break' when everyone else was having a 'smoke break' in the factory - shutting myself in a cubicle and sketching out lyrical ideas or even whole lyrics. One day the boss was out and I sat at my telephone rack writing a song idea that occured to me on the way to work (in the rain!). My work mates had no idea that I wrote and one of them came up and said "What are you doing?" "Writing a song" I replied. "You should have a word with Pete (Waterman)" he said. "Pete who?" I said. Next thing I knew - the guy I recognised as the loud shop steward on the next section was standing over me.Incredible as it may seem now, I had no idea who he was but was quickly informed by my mate that Pete was the top DJ at the Coventry Locarno and a leading light on the Coventry music scene. Pete's Soul Hole Article . Pete like the lyric - I had only completed the first verse and bridge). He took the song away to write some music to it and asked me to complete the lyric. He liked the line "There's a lotta Rivers flowin' but the sea's learned how to fly" so much that he repeated that line in his version and I wrote the mirror image in the second verse "There's a lotta smoke arising but the sky's learned how to swim' - I was about that feeling when a lot of things are happening but you somehow feel nothing is coming to fruition in a positive way in both in a personal way (in the first verse) and in a gobal way in the second verse. I liked having fun using personification in my lyrics at this time. Musically I'd been listening to Epitaph by King Crimson and of course there's will be a Dylan influence in there too. Pete's version, on acoustic guitar, sounded vocally to me like a cross between McCartney with the R & B grit of Dylan. Follow the link to Hobo site read more

Background to the lyric and Pete's version

Notes on the audio - The audio versions here are not Pete's music - I don't have a copy of his version. These are versions I did later on Teesside with my own music. Pete's version was better I think  - I would probably vary the chords more now. My version is in minors - Pete used 7ths. I changed the word 'gay' to 'bright display' later on. I'm surprised I used such a cliche in what is a very imagistic lyric but 'gay' didn't have the sexual connotations it later gained back then! The word occurs in the audio version but not the lyric version here.

First is a version recorded on in 1984 before we had more advanced keyboards with Steve Gillgallon on bass guitar and acoustic lead, Ian Digby on keyboards and myself on vocals and acoustic.

The second audio is an earlier acoustic practice run with Steve Gillgallon playing acoustic lead.

 

Throw Down My Pack

THROW DOWN MY PACK

Written by Trev Teasdel June 1973 Coventry - inspired by Hobo - story below and notes on the 3 audios.

Give me my pack; I’ll be on my way 

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The lakes of this land are now dry

It’s been a good soldier in its day

But its eyes have no water to cry.

The sun looks bright but the land is in shadow

Like madmen we tried to swim a tideless sea.

A sky full of planes but nowhere to land them

A head full of ideas that cried to be free.

Instrumental Break…

Throw down my pack; I’m bound for to stay

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I think we can turn on the tap.

Turning the tap is like tugging Excalibur

We need all hands at the tap.

The sun looks bright; we’ll invite it to stay

Once we find a place to land our planes.

A hand full of ideas; a jug full of water

Reap the fruit of our aims.

Where has the love gone; we’re empty and aching

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Where has the fun gone; it’s turned into violence.

Where are the people with words and no action?

Let’s have the action and less of the words.

 

By Trev Teasdel June 1973 (Coventry)

NOTES ON THE AUDIO

Several audios No1 is later version recorded on a Fostex 4 track in 1993. I play all the instruments on this version (for better or worse!!) including flanged electric guitar / Bass guitar / Keyboards and vocals. The drums are played by the keyboard! I was hoping to do a new mix straight onto the computer (for better sound quality) but the four tack has a tape stuck in it and none of the cassette controls work so I've worked with an earlier none computer mix.

Audio no 2 was recorded c 1982 on Teesside with me on acoustic guitar and Steve Gillgallon on acoustic lead. Just a home recording but I liked Steve's melodic chromatic style lead. Later he progressed to playing his melodies on keyboards and synth and also played bass on a lot of tracks. I learnt a lot from his playing and it enabled me to play all the parts on the song later.

Audio No 3 was the original version -one of the earliest recordings from 1973 on a mono cassette player ( a bit rough therefore - but here to show the process) - which has the original bridge in and a different arrangement. He arrangement got simplified when I worked with Steve.

Tonight Loneliness Surrounds Me

TONIGHT LONELINESS SURROUNDS ME LIKE THE DARK OF NIGHT
(Piano song written by Trev Teasdel Feb 1982 Middlesbrough)

Tonight -Loneliness Surrounds me

Sat at the table we sat last night Looking at the chair from where you looked at me- Last night. Wishing I could see you there now, Loving eyes. Lovely hair. It all serves to remind me how much – I need someone nice like you to care.

Sat at the window where I watched for you. Looking at the people looking at me looking for you. Wishing I could see you there now, Heart that loves. Soul that cares. It all serves to remind me how much – I need someone nice like you to care.

Chorus Last night it was the wine that was flowing Tonight it's the tears that are flowin' Tonight loneliness surrounds me like the dark of night

Sat on the edge of love awaiting your return Looking inside my soul as my feelings burn Wishing I could see you there now, Words so tender, lips that heal It all serves to remind me how much, I need someone nice like you to care.   Bridge

Just a tender word in my ear would ease my fear. People say such ugly things and in my mind it rings and rings But just a tender word from you can make loneliness stand up and sing.

This is a rare piano song - ie written first on the piano. I'm not a great keyboard player and certainly not trained - I

Ann 1982

picked up a bit through Coventry's Al Docker in the early 70's at the Coventry Arts Umbrella. When I moved to Teesside to do my degree - I was lucky enough to rent a really nice house with a piano in it and a view of the North Yorkshire moors. It was a little bit honky tonk but a piano! I'd worked out a few pieces on the piano and Ann, a friend on my degree course, had been invited by me for a meal at my new home. Ann was always late - up to an hour - but still expected you to turn up!! The lyric was written the night after about me wondering if she was going to turn up, if the meal would be totally cold by the time..etc. It was just a draft home recording with overdubbed vocals and mistakes - a few!

Ann has now been a long a standing friend since then of 25 years standing although she now lives down south. We were involved with initiating many literary projects on Teesside and she played flute on a track to be uploaded - Teardrop in the Tees and keyboards on some other tracks.

Dance and R & B (The Surround Sound)

DANCE & R n B -

The SURROUND SOUND

Nighfall in Sorrento book

(Cut-up Performance poem by Trev Teasdel 2005 - Teesside) (To be read extremely fast!)

This also appears in Trev's book - Nightfall in Sorrento

One-stop - hip hop

Coming soon

Club classics

From the attic

Acid jazz and retro blast.

 

Brass with balls

Passion freaks

Bad asses

Bad in bed

 

Live your passion

Get your ration

On the slate

Tongue and groove.

 

The cadging coppers cap in hand

Jing and Jang orang-utans

Make the difference

Make your mark

Make a notch with your crotch

Coming soon

Trance that tune!

 

You’re the single of the week

Party proof, hair that’s sleek

Retro-clothes half antique

Pratt your hair and show a cheek.

 

Daft, Defected, unsuspected

Erections resurrected

Home goal, Hard soul

Soil the action

With dank distractions

Fuck hard because you’re worth it

Never dampen your down your style

 

 
Kitsch bar dynamite

Box office smash

Born in a brewery

On organic beer

 

It’s game on – Edgy

Passport sunset

After-thought condom

The Kings of Leoness

Seek the fallen goddess.

But Your grail’s in the ale

Where you leave your vapour trails

 

It’s R&B stunning

Sponsored by Loreal

It’s Mingus, Cunnilingus

Unforgettable,

Nat King Coled,

Way good, way good,

Hip-hop, one stop,

Acid Jazz.

 

 

Ah! The dancing gambler

The warbling breeze

Can’t stop to freeze or unzip his knees

On a local scene with choice cut capers

He’s in the papers with thieves and rapers

 

It’s a downtown beat,

A dawn flotilla

Of academic epidemics who think with their dicks

 

A one stop promo

Game on - edgy

Passport sunset

In golf as in life

Perfectly aligned

With on line tickets

For fat Boy slim,

Fat Boy Slim.

Fat Boy Slim

 

 

It’s a must-see-drama

Wholly expresso

In a Mocha malaise

You piss on your passion

As your soul goes flashin’

You got sonnets in attic

And raps in the gutter

You’re life’s like a clutter

Of tranced R&B

 

Ah! But you’re the single of the week,

Party proof, hair that’s sleek

Retro-clothes half unique

A wig for hair and bare of cheek.

 

Fast food,

Fast fuck,

Urban Guerrilla

Your mind works like Mozilla

A firefox hedonist

Of misinformation

A Dreamweaver diva

Microsoft in the head

You shatter the windows of the dead.

 

You dance like a geek

Look sleek

But your girl comes clean

Unzips your genes

Feels for your rod

Alters your DNA

But steals your I-pod

 

Ah! You’re sick as a carrot

You fuck like a parrot

What ho!

What can anyone say?

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As below The Crack magazine (NE What's On freebie) was a good source for the cut-up performance poem and the title from too much hearing Radio Galaxy (for Dance and R & B) -  somekind of reflection of modern culture going on there. It went through various drafts, parring it down and developing the theme, re-cutting and re-juxtaposing the images until it was something I could read extremely fast! This has gone down well  at spoken word gigs around the country. The trick is to have fun witht he images and word plays but to try and say something at the same time - either tangible or impressionistically.

They say that the media feeds on the media so that poets and artists may be inspired by TV, Radio, Magazines and novels and ad men by songs, poetry films.

 

STEROPHONIC LONDON

STEREOPHONIC LONDON

(Cut-up performance poem by Trev Teasdel - Teesside 2006)

A trance version of this poems was produced by Coventry drummer / producer Jim Pryal and can be heard on Culture Fusion My Space with some other collaborations with me Link to Culture Fusion My Space

There is another also another downloadable version on Lulu by Jim Pryal (Culture Fusion)

http://www.lulu.com/content/multimedia/stereophonic-london/5237255

Nighfall in Sorrento book

It also appears in Trev's book Nightfall in Sorrento

STEREOPHONIC LONDON 

Sleazy inner city sounds

Skateboarding compounds with stereo surrounds

Swishbar stances - gravitating gangsters

Sidewinder glances.

.

Razorlight floodgates

Redlight night flights

Tempting the Thames to take off its shawl

For the urban sprawl.

 

Budvar rattlesnakes

A screech of brakes in the circle of spheres

Where the past appears

In the passion plays of parliament

Where the harlots are bent to pay the rent

Their rosebud lips, their tight-rope slips

Their clips and bits

inspire

the phallacies of policies

but money never grows on trees.

 

Cos The world’s in a mess

The truth’s been undressed

Has a lie to confess

But were walking the dog back to happiness.

 

It’s an absurd world where the third world

Have no food in the larder

It gets harder and harder

While the groove armada

Play the music harder

Keep it solid but the world is squalid

They sell the world with sex

Free air time and texts

So politically correct

Paranoid and indirect

Their bad decisions

tunnel visions - revisions and isms

 
Did they plan it to be off the planet?

 

But we’re walking the dog back to happiness

There’s a lie to confess, the truth to undress

This world’s in a mess, uptight with the stress.

 

Cheapdate bed-ins & Hotsnake weddings

Women seeking women in the cocktail inns

We are sat by the fire in the house of desire

Ignoring the Karma and the claims of Nirvana

 

Wide-eyed promoters sat on a lotus

Under the spell of San Miguel

The filament looters on fly-by scooters

Seek the meaning of life in their gel

Reality bites

On midwinter nights

Chill out

And go with the flow.

 

Cause we have to confess, the worlds in a mess

We’re walking the dog back to happiness

There’s a lie to digest and all the rest

We’re walking the dog back to happiness.

 

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Used several sources for this including Crack Magazine (North East youth What's On Magazine)

It's looking for evocative juxtapositions with the cut ups, playing with words, re-cutting phrases and also looking for a theme, idea to bring them together, give some kind of meaning - linear or surreal or both. Sometimes the poems takes off on its own and the cuts outs are only drawn on for inputs. There was various reworkings with this one - it also had to be something I could read out loud / perform effectivly without tripping over my alliteration on stage, especially after a bevy or two.

Nothing to Add

NOTHING TO ADD  by Trev Teasdel Coventry March 1975 (Cut -up lyric)

 

The murder squad are on the hunt again

Time to look up to the man who cleans the drain                                                Synth version (Draft)

Nothing to Add 1985 ver

Mystics learn how to conquer pain

My thoughts are restricted by my brain.

A question mark dangles from the chain of a crane.

 

Chorus

But I’ve got Nothing to Add

Does life really have to be that bad?

I’ve got Nothing to add

Does life really have to be that bad?

 

If you’ve got kids then you can’t go out

My teapot’s got an upside down spout

Even the wise are plagued with doubt

People read books to see what life’s about.                                                Acoustic original

Nothing to add 81 ver

Some only live when they twist and shout.

 

Today a million lovers tears will be shed

Saturday will see so many get wed

The funny things that people do in a bed

While half the world is under fed.

I feed my mind, become well read.

 

Everywhere you look’s there’s a tug O war

Susie says Jamie’s such a bore

Today I pulled the handle off my door

As  rich men do survey’s on the poor.

 

All our actions we feel must be justified

Superior decisions that must override

A mother in the street tanned a child’s hide

Hey life! Who are your official guides?

 

Every film has a car that explodes with fire

Each town’s linked with telegraph wire

Days roll by like a wayward tyre

Projecting images / reaching spiritually higher

We’re both the seller and the buyer.

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Another cut up lyric from 1975 - written around the same time as Twentieth Centure Inertia below.

As with 20th Cent - the sources were my A level sociology / literature notes and handouts - overheard bits from the radio or TV in the next room (The first line comes from a TV news report. Colin Wilson's Outsider / Phil Knapper coming popping in - talking about some of his explorations of religious ideas, overheard conversation of people passing by, bits form magazines and books. The lyric was reworked a few times through different versions over the years. The idea of the lyric was to try and capture NOW through the sense - all the media etc that the senses take in at anytime.

For the acoustic version I chose the 1981 versions with Steve Gillgallon on improvised acoustic lead (I was showing him the song with a view to us playing the song so his lead isn't honed on this. The original 1975 version is more enregtic but the sound quality is poorer.

The electric version was done in Middlesbrough in 1985 with Steve Gillgallon on Bass guitar and synth and Me on vocals and keyboards and (I think Steve ingledew may have been on keyboards too - not sure if he'd joined us quite then! This version was a rough working on the portastudio tyring to find a sound and an arrangement. It cooks up a bit towards the end but we abandoned it in favour of other songs so no final and better version emerged.

 

 

20th Century Inertia

Twentieth Century Inertia (Cut up lyric by Trev Teasdel Coventry 1975)

In Romania the divorce rate dropped

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Nijinsky only lived when he danced
Marriage still in vogue with the young
Boxing tonight - Freud versus Jung.

If you don't push then you'll get shoved
Having fun in the tunnel of love
One is one's own enemy and friend
Van Gough cried "Misery will never end"

Bridge 1
Today someone started another new trend
Cos some of the old ones, they came to an end
Mankind your slaves are rising against you now.
You treat your women like skivvies
and your workers like slaves.
Now your coloureds and colonies
won't bless your myths with Kow Tow.

Everything you see could be a clue
To some unsolved mystery
Newsmen in Trinidad said they'd hung Malcolm X
Have the prophets really had a glimpse of the text?

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Abandon baby found in a litter bin
In the backstreets someone threatened to do me in
Football team didn't win; goal disallowed.
But then we're all part of that football crowd.

The censors gave life a certificate X
Supermarkets sell their beans with sex
The sheer violence that assaults your head
Whatever would have Chaucer's pilgrims have said.

Bridge 2

Can u imagine Shakespeare's three weird sister
Shopping for Tampax in Marks and Blisters.
Ruthless Macbeth and an American Senator.
Bow down to the latest Charismatic Kings
Tourists tell us that 'England Swings
Can't afford to oil the pendulum swings.

She mixes cold intellectuality
with red-hot sexuality
You should have seen her body move
Still made sure her mind improved.

Pondering Weber's theories of Beaurocracy
Wondering what life would have been like under the Chinese literatti
Don't mind me I'm just expounding ideas
that caused some 20th Century tears.

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This song is a sort of Da da cut up. Bowie spoke of using the technique with songs like Drive in Saturday / Life on Mars. In Coventry Kevin Harrison of Zoastra / Whistler and later Urge - was experimenting with the technique when I interviewed them in Coventry 1974.

William Burroughs said that all art was 'Cut up'  - we all take bits from here and there and weave it into a creative whole - a work of fiction. Cut up is just a more concsious way of doing it.

I tried not to do it in the same way as the Da daists - I tried to let all the different things that compete for one's attention during the day come through rather than simply cut up various texts.

I was revising for my A Levels at the time - Sociology and literature and had all my notes out - hence lines like  - Divorce rate dropped / Marriage still in vogue / Weber's theories of Bearuocracy / Chinese Literatti etc. I had also been reading the Outsider and Beyond the Outsider by Colin Wilson - lines about Nijinsky / Van Gough / came from that. The radio was on - lines about abandon babies / Malcolm X / football came from overheard news bulletins / other things came from people passing by  - fragments of conversations / literature revision notes  - Chaucer etc.

Instead of creating a linear lyric  - I wanted something that reflected the moment and the state of the century. A collage effect. it is one of two songe I wrote at the time experimenting with a form of cut-up. Nothing To Add will be added after this!

Audio wise the vocal version was recorded on mono cassette player in 1975 in Coventry and the more punkish version was recorded on a portastudio in Saltburn by the Sea in 1989. On that version - the backing track - I play electric guitar - keyboard bass and lead and synth effects. While recording a a friend - John McGowan came by - he used to be a punk guitarist offered to do lead guitar - turned the sound volumes up full. Half way through whe was throwing my guitar around, bouncing it off the floor, using it as percussion and generally smashing hell out of it!! he said it was a joke and would do it again properly! No way - that was brilliant - just the sort of musical sound collage I wanted behind  it! However we never finished the track.

SONNY BOY (sure rolls 'em drums)

Sonny Boy (Sure  Rolls  'em Drums) by Trev Teasdel - Coventry 1973

 

Sonny  left school to join a Rock n Roll band

Sonny Boy Plays those drums

Sonny  left school to join a Rock n Roll band

His dad did not agree

His dad did not agree

 

His daddy said he was fool - ool

To join a Rock n Roll band

His daddy said he was fool - ool

To join a Rock n Roll band

But his son did not agree

But his son did not agree

 

His daddy said take your A levels

Stead of playing in a Rock and Roll band

His daddy said take your A levels

Stead of playing in a Rock and Roll band

But his son did not agree

But his son did not agree

 

 

Sonny boy sure rolls ‘em drums

He ain’t all fingers and thumbs

Sonny boy sure rolls ‘em drums

He ain’t all fingers and thumbs

Sonny boy gotta be free

Sonny boy gotta be free

This is not the most sophisticated lyric but it was aimed at more of a rock audience at the time.

For dedicated followers of the Hobo Coventry music history - it was written early 1973 at the Cheylesmore Community Centre. I was hanging out at the time with the Cov band Fission - Johnny Adams, Al Varney, Ant Callaghan and Simone Lovegrove (the drummer). I sometimes used to play in the breaks at their gigs - sometimes Simon would play bongos behind me and Johnny Adams a bit of acoustic lead -some times Ant would join in on percussion for the fun.

Not sure why we were at the Community - it was a disco - probably Silk - not sure if the band were playing there or we'd just gone there for a night out! I seem to think they were checking it out for a possible gig.

Most of the music waI ws chart stuff - we were into more LP stuff - the real stuff! While we were talking / listening / drinking Simon the drummer explained his dilemma - his dad wanted him to concentrate on gaining qualifications and his career and Simon wanted to continue with his Rock career. Eventually Simon left and concentrated on his career. He recently got back in contact and is indeed a very sucessful Business consultant. Fission split up in 1974.

This will be a familiar situation for a lot of musicians past and present and certainly was a problem for a lot of Cov bands. You could never tell if you were going to 'make it'. Should one take the safe choice or risk on a possible rock career.

I wrote the lyric while we chatted - I think I showed it to Simon. Johnny and I often had our Eko Jumbo's strapped to our backs wherever we went around then - I think I went outside on the lawn to work out the chords - mostly with Johnny Adams. It was more of a rock thing.

I recorded later on a borrowed mono cassette player - 70's style so the song quality is not so good and the tape now very old is full of drop outs and a bit of phasing. In someways I like the drop outs as the sound swings from channel to channel - as if I'd done deliberately! The recording obviously wasn't meant for mass consumption - just a record of the song for possible use with a band at some stage - but it gives a flavour and is one of my earliest recordings from days of youth.

MAN SUPREME, THE PERFECT BEING

Another early lyric from March1969 - when I was about 18. Some of the influences are transparent to me now - the Beatles White Album - Happiness is a Warm Gun / Paul Simon (the bit about Human Rockery - a reference to I Am A Rock syndrome and 'communicates with a silent tongue - ref to Sound of Silence) - Tanks and guns - a nob to Masters of War. Maybe a bit of Mr Business Man by Ray Stevens in there too. Something in the air and Hurdy Gurdy man are influencing it too I think. All these were played on Radio One at the time. Concieved as a kind of psychedelic sort of sound although I didn't play an instrument when this was written so no audio - music was just in my head.

MAN SUPREME THE PERFECT BEING by Trev Teasdel - March 1969 Coventry

Man supreme the perfect being
Through perfect eyes the world he's seeing.
He thrives on mockery
and lives in a human rockery.
He's the all-electric, egocentric
busy-bodied business man.
Victim of anxiety,
Member of a stale society.
He's the all instinctive, aggresive beast,
repressed by day, by night released.
He communicates with a silent tongue
The perfect man can do no wrong.

Man supreme the perfect being
Through perfect eyes the world he's seeing.
He preaches love but really hates
He pulls the ground from below his mates.
He's a playful thing with his tanks and guns
Sometimes from his conscious runs.
Red disturbing jealousy
trembles throughout his tranquility.
He's the narrow minded navigator,
The inadvertant instigator.
He sings a silent song,
The perfect man can do no wrong.

Man supreme the perfect being
Through perfect eyes the world he's seeing.
He's toiling all the boiling day
then plodding home for rest and play.
Making love and tenderness,
sinking in a warm caress.
Mass producing countless kids, hope they're thin like paint-can lids,
Ambition haunts his tiny mind
If greed is free, then greed you'll find.
Angry words that penetrate
whilst you're down he'll dominate.
Why do they build their castles strong
If the perfect man can do no wrong.

I'm a Capitalist

Wrote this 1974 - at the time of the Hobo Workshop in Coventry. Things were starting to get more political around then as I recall, towards the more gritty late 70's. A bit of a satire. This version recorded much later in 1991. I'd been jamming with Mick Green and Johnny Adams (who had been in the Mick Green Blues Band) on the steps of the Coventry Climax pub - City Arcade. Mick played guitar and harmonica and Mick and Johnny doubled on lead while I did some chords. We scared the pigeons off. I wrote this later that night after hering a heavy discussion in a pub!

I'm a Capitalist - March 1974 - Coventry

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People ask me what I am
They think I'm gentle as a lamb
but I'm a capitalist.

I'm a ruthless rip-off artist
sly and slick as a dart is
I'm a capitalist.

Oh as sure as bees make honey
I make money
I'm a capitalist

I've got a calculated brain
Money's the name of the game
I'm a capitalist.

They say I won't go to heaven
I'll end up in hell
But I've got the money
If you got some heaven to sell.
I'm a capitalist.

I don't go much on soul
I'm all gain gain gain
I'm a capitalist

I'm a meat-eating, money-making maniac
A mean go-getting money-chondriac
I'm a capitalist.

I'm not a hairy-fairy hippy,
I'm the son of tricky dicky
I'm a capitalist.

I think it's right to say
I'm for love and for peace
I love every penny and polish every piece
I'm a capitalist.

Oh accumulating money
I'm for money-honey
I'm a capitalist.