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Rusty
05:00
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RUSTY
My birthday was soon to come, eleven years I would be. Then Mom and dad would buy a puppy-dog just for me
The morning dawned upon my day and happiness was mine For laying upon my bed asleep was a lovely puppy, all mine.
He was white and brown with large round eyes
so friendly and warm was he only one name could ever be his ‘Rusty’ it would be.
We stayed good pals for many years shared happiness and tears And when I took to me a wife he welcomed her into his life.
Rusty shared our joy one night as to us was born a little girl And as she took her first faltering step rusty was there.
The sad day came with a knock on the door from the old tramp ‘Mr Scrubbs’ He told me a hunting-man had had nearly killed my little girl
But with all the strength the old dog had he’d pushed her to the ground
The shot-gun made a terrible noise and Rusty lay on the ground
This the old man told me as he laid my old friend down He said, “ I must be thankful for the life of my little girl”
My best friend had given all and I know will never return And with each year my little girl grows my thoughts to him do turn
And of the life I’d shared with him always faithful and trusting The best friend I’d ever had my old pal, Rusty,
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2. |
The rain
00:39
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THE RAIN
The rain
is
falling
on my roof
Boof!
Boof!
Boof
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3. |
Blame
03:43
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BLAME
Falling footsteps found in the rhythm
of passing time
for one brief moment
your life touches mine
Lost in lonely walks
on a cinder-stone lane
we held quiet loving thoughts
whispered in your name
I sit and cry each evening
wondering why I don’t die
I hear your footsteps
I turn,
To face a lie
Why can’t life go on
like it use to be
just you and me
And now I walk
the empty lane
calling your name
but always it’s the road
that answers
I’m the one to blame
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4. |
Working
06:06
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WORK
I’m working all day to earn me pay
just working all day to earn me pay
I can’t discover what will make me frae
Just graft all day, can’t stop for me tae
I wake in the morning early to rise
start with me hammer, I can’t open me eyes
if I sleep on the job t’would be no surprise
just working all day to earn me pay.
Wish me mam was the boss
she would give me a rise
six-pence a day can’t feed seven tykes
if me Dad was alive he would give me a thump
for working twelve hours in this owd dump.
They tax me pay, me food and me tae
I can’t even save without loosing some way
and when my toes turn-up and I finally say
I leave me kids a thought every day
the tax will get it, they’ll find a way
just working all day to earn me pay
just working all day to earn me pay
The missess works the loom has done for years
can’t stand to see a child’s lonely tears
no food, no clothes and the little one grows
must keep working ‘can’t go slow
must keep working till we all go old
just working all day to earn me pay
just keep working ‘till judgment day
So, when the years have finally gone
and me last days work is over and done
and there’s nowt left of me to carry on
I’ll spare some thought for me young uns
and hope they learned well what I taught ‘em
work all day, keep poverty away
work all day, keep depression at bay
work all day, and earn your pay
work all day, and earn your pay
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5. |
Behind the scene
01:11
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BEHIND THE SCENE
The nice man
behind the scene
he knows
just what I need
a most helpful chap
in every degree
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6. |
Late excuse
03:11
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LATE EXCUSE
Yes Sir, I know Sir.
You see, I came home at three a.m.
and overslept, no, it won’t happen again.
Pardon, yes, well, the alarm
Didn’t go off, so you see I’m late
Again.
Is it that time Sir? I didn’t realise,
Well you know there wasn’t
Enough room on the bus for me,
No, I couldn’t be here on time, you see?
No. The other day I turned away
And it was gone, no, not my brain Sir.
My fare.
Sorry I’m late Sir, no I didn’t oversleep
I got up in plenty of time,
just as I put on my coat well,
It could catch most folk
(coff) well I beg your pardon Sir,
But perhaps even you must go to the loo!
Sorry sir, It won’t happen again.
Last Friday? Well yes, to tell you the truth
I woke up bright and early
Though it was Sunday, so I turned to lie in
Until Mother started makin her din.
Yes, I know Sir, it won’t happen again.
The bus broke down Sir, Pardon?
Yes the service is bad
It’s the fourth time this week
or is it the third?
No sir I won’t be detered,
I’ll be in on Monday waiting here in my chair
No, It’s alright Sir, Don’t worry
I won’t go elsewhere.
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7. |
Slow down
02:48
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SLOW DOWN
With gentle persuasion my mind gives in
and my heart slows down to let life in
with thoughts of love for all mankind
for the God who’s life is for all time
In quietude the answer comes
the road I had taken could only be wrong
when words of frustration
roll away from my tongue
how could I have made it last so long?
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8. |
My friends
03:51
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MY FRIENDS
I have a friend named Mr White
he’s in a sorry plight
he’s got himself two girlfriends
which you would think alright
but Mr Whit’s in difficulty
trying to sort ‘em out
it’s one each night if she’s lucky
and the other she gets nowt.
I know a Mr buckle-eye
and he’s doing his very best
he take her out and plays with her
and gives it all his best
but when it comes to courtin’ time
I’ll tell to you the truth
poor Mr buckle-eye
he’s gettin’ the brewers-droop
I have a friend named Albert
he’s really rather fat
and when it comes to courtin’
and hangin’ up his hat
he has a little problem
doing things like this
they say he needs a three-foot start
to bridge a gap like his
I know a trooper called William
he’s a real country gent
he opens doors and pulls up chairs
for every pretty wench
he salutes a girl in real fine style
he always tries to please
but when they want some gratitude
their Willies stood at ease
I know a lad called Christopher
he’s very very polite
he’s kindly and considerate
and does his thing just right
I can’t find a fault in him
and I think you must agree
for in spite of all my modesty
that young lad is me
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9. |
Aren't I
00:42
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AREN’T I
Aren’t I silly
aren’t I dumb
Life should be
a lot of fun.
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10. |
Why
03:14
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WHY?
I’ve been sitting in my lonely room far too long
Trying to piece together words that went wrong
to improvise a true life story would just be unkind
unsettle memories in the corridors of my mind
I can’t understand why you left me
perhaps I may one day find out
why did we have to kiss from the very start
why did you have to make time to touch my heart
why don’t we see the things we leave behind
why should a short meeting be so unkind
Why ?
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11. |
40 ton thought
01:26
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A 40 TON THOUGHT
Sun burns, road turns,
in hypnotic delight turn out to fight
a world well taught
from battles well fought
Experience gained
over every terrain
twist and turn.
Stop and learn,
come back yet again.
Plough through mud,
snow and sand
never fear
with power in hand
Push in, shove out,
pull back, turn about,
go on, try,
put the world to rout
In a forty-ton truck
who needs the help?
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12. |
A restaurant meal
02:35
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A RESTAURANT MEAL
The waiter serves my meal
the food I want to eat
I must do, it looks at me
with such appeal
A young waiter watches me
sitting alone, in my tennis shoes
The men across the room
cluck away of things
that will pass with the day
Dicky-bows, red, black and blue
my shirt is greasy but I’ve got a tie
just like you, put in my pocket
when I entered the room
Yes please, what do I do, get on my knees?
No, just let my mind drift with the breeze
coming from the kitchen door
They poor out and stream in
if you don’t order now mate you’ll get nowt.
The girls look nice and ladylike
cock one finger, tip gently, oops!
Try again Emily
The carpets are deep red and plush,
the tables neat and kept
well-brushed-clean-looking penguins
in dark trousers, white jackets and dark skins
and a smile for the ladies that always wins
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13. |
What peace
08:00
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WHAT PEACE
The sound of falling rain on a make-shift roof gives a peace of mind that is rarely known in the world today. It is Nature taking her course, we either like her or we don’t. As I listen to the patter of raindrops on my home-made roof, I can hear loud thuds and booms as a cluster of tiny droplets unite and crash simultaneously on to my resisting hideout and the soft touch of raindrops lightly stroking and bouncing across my hidden den. Whispering their own joy of a long but quick earth-bound journey. Oh what peace.
Always, always there is a breeze coming through the gaps, the holes where there should be a wall or a door, long ago removed, or
perhaps never made. A breeze that can’t be felt, but, without fail sends a chill down my spine and a shiver over my entire body which can only be described as totally satisfying in a world made up of velvet cushions and central heating.
It doesn’t matter if a passing motorcar tries to attack the peace that abounds. It comes for a moment and is gone. Maybe for ever at that speed.
The most satisfying of shivers that can be found must be in one of my favourite ways. Hidden away from all but God and Nature, sitting under the spreading branches of a huge tree with the wind bellowing around my ankles. I try to tuck my knees tighter under my chin and huddle deeper within the warm heavy jacket to protect me from the gusts of wind that sends leaves dancing, twirling away through long grass and flitting over the mossy ground, which lies between tangled roots. Oh what peace.
The tiny pools of muddy water twitch and jump with each piercing raindrop, send-ing miniature waves over to a neighbouring pool, then Boom! A giant silver globule pounds the earth, even the most ardent insects slip and scurry away, as high up in the boughs the next leaf prepares to unleash it’s lethal load, cutting a straight down-ward path tearing at whispery, glistening webs until joining the vibrating liquid with a sudden Splosh! Being in itself destroyed but bursting forth to a new life
Within.
I can hear the perfect tones of a Blackbird flitting deep within the wood, even in this heavy down-pour her melodious sound can be felt warming my brain in the beauty of quiet listening. I wonder why she doesn’t become wet and miserable?
Out of the woods and deep within the bosom of a hard-worked, sleepy city peace of a similar nature is found late at night within deserted streets except for an empty crisp packet dancing it’s way up a one-way street only to be squashed with a loud pop! By a solitary taxi making his last journey home. In the distance can be heard two pairs of shoes trotting through the rain, there they are, holding on to each other hid-den under his over-coat away from the world and the cold, biting breeze. I am hidden deep within a shop door-way huddled into the corner to keep dry and warm, not too warm though, I mustn’t let any free shivers pass by. The blinds are down in my shop it looks dark and dismal, almost
forbidding in it’s darkness, it could be a tie shop. The pavement by my door-step is alive with hundreds of tiny lakes all shimmering and moving the steady sweeping rain and locked within each pool is a confusion of re-flected neon colour as active as a very lively West-Indian party full of con-trasting design. Just look at that gutter, water pouring steadily past me as if there is no end to the supply, pushing away anything foolish enough to be caught, it looks just like Old Father Thames himself in full flight, carrying cigarette ends, empty sweet wrappers, match-sticks and look! A cockroach spinning faster and faster, poor thing.
Patter, patter, patter, is the sound of rain water that has collected on a high window ledge and is easing it’s way over and then falling to be broken on the canvas blind below it’s source, then dribbling away down ragged strand, windswept and faded, until finally joining the mass queuing to meet water cascading into Mr Thames himself. It’s happening everywhere. Rain pinging off dustbins, thudding into empty cardboard boxes left untidily in lonely alley ways. And constantly licking at my door step. It’s funny how droplets soon warm up as they trickle down the back of one’s neck.
And now, a feeling of total satisfaction spreads across my thought with a fleeting moment of joy brought with the latest shiver in what could only be described as a perfectly well pent day.
Oh what peace!
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14. |
Sinner
02:38
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DON’T WANT TO BE A SINNER
I Don’t want to be a sinner.
I Don’t want to be a sinner.
Don’t want to be a sinner.
I Don’t want to sin.
Throw away the whiskey
throw away the wine,
believe in love,
it’s so divine.
Throw away the whiskey
throw away the wine,
believe in Love
you will in time.
So, give up your smoking,
give up the booze,
you’ve all to gain now
and nothing to lose.
Go help the world,
go love mankind
for that’s what love does
all the time.
Don’t want to be a sinner.
I Don’t want to sin.
So I gave up the smoking
and I gave up my gin,
went to help my brother
and saw Love win.
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Driven nails
02:50
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DRIVEN NAILS
My Mother she was a Lady
her husband he was a man,
and I've only done what I can.
I've lived a life been true to that life
and spoke only the words “I am that I am”
But I see that the history book has re-painted me,
but the stories warped, the Truth turned
I’m not, I’m not, I am not what I am,
I am not what I am,
It’s wrong to pull them out,
Driven Nails into me,
the law is right you cannot fight,
the bad man, the bad man, the bad man is me,
can’t you see?
So here I sit in the electric chair,
give me one moment,
The time is right t’ throw the switch
but please my God forgive them,
forgive them,
forgive them.
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16. |
Wiggy
00:32
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WIGGY
Wiggy was a one time man
runnin’ as fast as he can
and makin’ out that he’s a man
with a hectic sceptic’s
well tried plan
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17. |
Let's shake hands
01:26
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SO LET’S SHAKE HANDS
Goodbye my friend so-long
if we don’t part now I’ll thump thee (you)
so let’s shake hands and make new plans
and say good neet (night) tha (you) monkey
We’ve had reet (very) good neet (night) we have
and let us not forget it
so let’s shake hands and make new plans
before on nose tha (you) gets ‘it (hit)
We’ve supped reet (very) well tha (you) knows
and thas (you) aired-thi-lungs (spoken) and rightly
so let’s shake hands and make new plans
before tha starts thi (you) feetin’ (fighting)
But I wish you all T’ (the) best I do
and I hope thees (you’re) not offended
so let’s shake hands and make new plans
‘Cos (because) I’ve only bin (been) pretendin’
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