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
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
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
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
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.
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