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A
- Absent Friends. I was going to a party where I'd
be expected to sing a few songs and it occurred to me that I hadn't
written anything new for a few weeks. We all have some kind of reputation
to live up to and as mine was song writing I threw this together for the
occasion.
- Alderney. As with all of my other songs,
everybody's real
- Amber.The words to this were written by
Amber Marks (daughter of the famed marijuana
smuggler) after visiting him in prison. The melody was taken from another song I'd just written. If you want the words to this you'll have to shell out
some greenbacks for Howard's book, "Mr Nice".
- Anytime. Early ramblings from yours truly.
- Apologies To You. Serious stuff this.
- April
Fool. My response to a scandalous bank bill I received.
B
- Backstreet Bedsitter
Blues. Every word of this is true to how Jersey was when I first moved there.
- Ballad
Of Mary Louis And Buck Williams. Typical of my early stuff. Full of
protest and anger.
- The
Banks Of The Lifey. I didn't know any seventeenth
century traditional Irish folk songs so I wrote this one.
- Bar
Room Blues.. This
is the real world. Everybody knows everybody in this one.
- Beautiful
Dreamer. Beautiful
song. Even though I do say it myself.
- Big Book is a tribute to a very good friend who died of an overdose back in the seventies. A few years ago I had a drink with him. O.k. so own up, who is dead.
- Black
Cat. A night in
the life of Dave Keats in Saigon
. A few Swedish guys were
responsible for my actions that night. Well, that's my story and I'm
sticking to it.
- Bread. Yep. you
got it. This is one and the same as the British sit-com
- Break
In Song. I wrote a
whole load of songs on my first trip to Canada in 1973. This is one of them which
I put together after a prowler came a prowling.
- Bun of Hair. One of my earlier songs.
C
- Cheese On The Chandeliere. This is my out of retirement song.
- Chin
Chin. Very David Bowieish.
- Christmas
Again. I've seen
more than a few since this was written.
- Coleen
B the Third. This is
my pubescent wet-dream.
D
- Daddy's
Car. I was
obviously in pretty good spirits when I put this one together.
- Dear
John. Man, this is
really heavy stuff. I can't imagine ever being so low to write something
like this. Maybe I'd been listening to Leonard Cohen the night before.
- Death
Of A Nation. It's a pity that these stories have
to be written.
- December Night. This is really old. Part of my
teen output
- Deep
In The Heart of the Canyon. Everybody dreams about something.
This is three minutes of dreaming.
- Dem
Inner City Blues
- Different Point Of View. I'd just seen a full frontal shot
of Carly Simon (what a body) which
has no baring-excuse the pun-on the words at all. I guess the melody is Carlyish though. This is really old. Part of my teen output
- Dolly
Parton's Tits. I wrote this whilst in Canada in 1973. A Canadian duo called Maclean and Maclean recorded and started singing it live and numerous others have since recorded it after hearing them. I did quite a few gigs in Canada and can only guess that they stole it from me at one of them. The latest version I've heard of is by Roy (Chubby) Brown.
- Doctor
Alberto's Last Christian Crusade To Antarctica.
Conversely Other Continents Or Territories As Yet
Uncharted. This
has nothing to do with anything, but if nothing else it's probably on top of
the list of longest titles. You'll get nothing for knowing that though.
E
- Epitaph. Despite being the same as any
other kid when I was growing up I guess this shows that I had a few very
serious moments.
- Epitaph
To Viet Nam. Short and to the point.
F
- Falling
To Pieces. It
makes sense to me. Make of it as you will.
- The
Fifteenth of July. A
teenage thinking song.
- Fisherman's
Tales. I wrote
this after meeting Rambling Jack Elliot. The song has nothing to do with
him but it just seemed like the kind of song to write.
- Freezeout . Marti. This one's for you but you know that don't you?
G
- Goin' To the Seaside. School day ramblings
- The
Great American Dream.
American by name and American by nature
- Gypsy
Dan God. I must've
been about thirteen when I wrote this
H
- Happy
Blues. My response
to somebody who criticized one of my songs for being too miserable.
- Happy
Song. As Happy
Blues.
- Harper's
Bazaar. Roy Harper
I love your music man. And here's the proof.
- Hate
Song. And
why not. I wrote Love Song.
- Heading
For New York. A
country bumpkins lament.
- Hedgehog's Knees. Written in Bali as a part of my renewed enthusiasm for songwriting.
I
- I
Call It The Blues. This is oh so very true of my lifestyle at the time even
though some of may be somewhat vague.
- I'd
Crawl Away and Die.
My contribution to the sixties druuuuug culture.
Hey Dylan. This shoulda bin on Highway 61.
- I
Got the V.D.
Seventies anthem. Nobody would sing along though. I wonder why.
- I Just Wanna Be Alone. A one man sing along
- I
Know I'm Blue/Narcotic Rag/Reading Prison Reel. Influenced by Loudon Wainwright the
Third. I was nicknamed Loudon......The Fourth at one point. That was due
to my dancing not singing though.
- I Lost My Casserole. In the same vein as my other recent offerings
- I'm
Glad I'm Dead. I
did a whole load of kooky stuff in the seventies. This is one such exhibit
of kookiness
- In
My Hometown.
Extremely vitriolic
- I'm On Suicide. Great rocker. Don't be fooled by
the title.
- In
A While. My version
of the events when Margaret
Thatcher met Michael Gorbacev on his first
trip to Britain. This is probably the only time in
history that the Iron Lady has been called "the lady with the
enigmatic smile"
- Iron
Curtain. It's
pretty obvious what this is about. Somewhat dated now but it served it's purpose at the time.
- I Saw God was written after a gig I did
where at the back of the room, sat alone, and saying not a word to anybody
was a guy who looked just like the average persons conception of what God
would look like: beard, long hair, sandals, the works. And it wasn't until
I enquired about him that I learnt that he even had the initials JC.
Originally on Shaenea
- It
Doesn't Matter.
Not exactly the happiest song in the world, but where would we be without Bruce Springsteen?
- I've
Crashed In The Subways Of The Sinners. Real heave druuuug stuff.
- Ivor's Got A Kite. Written in Bali 2016 when I decided to come out of artistic hibernation.
J
- Just
A Simple Tune In Open G
K
- Kid. All about Johnny Rotten and the
infamous Sex Pistols boat trip up the Thames
- Kilroy. Famed for his writings on toilet
walls.
- Kit Bag Blues. Its over
fifty years since I've played this.
- Knock Knock. Ronnie Biggs. This one's for you.
L
- Last
Stand. Well it's
the story of somebody's life.
- The
Last Thing On My Mind. Every word of its true except the
story.
- Lookin' For
America. This
really is a superb song. Kristofferson has Bobby McGhee and I'm still
looking for America.
- Lost
In Space. I was
really breaking out into six minute epics when I wrote this.
- Love
Song. Nothing more
or less than......
- Lucky
Thirteen. This was
written for Sarah Bolton at Rough Trade records. It was the first time
that I'd ever received a positive response to a demo, and upon being asked
to submit more material I found myself with twelve songs that I felt
suitable and three minutes of spare tape, so I wrote this to fill the gap.
M
- Magic
Carpet Ride. Oh
boy. I think I must've been dropping too much acid when I wrote this.
- Make
Sure My Mother Goes First. This is heavy stuff.
- Marti. What a body. What a lady.
- Miami
Girls. Lyrically
insignificant but a nifty little number all the same
- The Mimico
Ball. Mimico is a place in Toronto. I wrote this while I was there in
1973.
- Mother
Theresa. This was written before she was canonised.
N
- Nobody's
Fool.
O
- Oh
Mama. One of those
that you just have to listen to the words.
- Old
Laira. Laira is an area of Plymouth where the subject of the title
lives. She was a wren who went to serve her country in the Gulf War.
- Outside
Looking Back. Man.
I really did write some good stuff in the seventies.
- Overkill. This is especially close to my
heart as it's one of the umpteen songs I've written about my time in Rio with Ronnie Biggs. Every word of this has
great significance to me, though to the uninitiated I appreciate that it
could be somewhat vague.
P
- Paradise. Patti is real and so is every
single word of this. Thanks for being my port in a storm. Or was I yours?
- Partially Goodbye. Old as the hills this one. Well
not quite..
- Pat 'n 'Patricia. Written specifically as a
male/female duet.
- Photograph. I know. You've all read the
Viet-Nam stories before but this ones one of the better ones.
- The
Proverbial Halter-Neck. Very much a fun song. It's nuts.
Q
R
- Rags
'n' Riches. Very
up tempo. A good rocker.
- Rainman. One of my several efforts to the
Gulf War.
- Rastaman. I wrote this for, and in turn sent it to UB40. I didn't
get a reply.
- Return To Yesterday. I wrote a whole bunch of songs with specific
artistes in mind. This one I wrote with Tina Turner in mind and submitted it to her record company with a note to that effect. O.k. so she didn't
record it but if you don't try!
- Rick
and Delores. This
is from way back when....
- Right
Down To The End. I
wrote this after meeting Rambling Jack Elliot. It has nothing to do with
him. It just seemed the right thing to do at the time.
- Rocking
In The Aisles. A little bit of rock'n'roll
religion for you.
S
- Shoot
To Kill. This is
my contribution to the A.I.D.S. cause.
- Sixteen
Hours.
- Sixty
Four Dollar Question.
This is a belter. At the time I was writing so
much that it was impossible to perform everything which is a pity. This
would be great live.
- Society's
Fist. I was
obviously in one of my let's protest about something moods
when I put this together. I had a lot of 'em in
the sixties.
- South
Across The Border. I wrote the video in my head for
this before I wrote the song. I can just see it now. Chickens, sunsets,
the works.
- St
Helier. Written before I'd even visited the place.
- Strawberry
Head. A joint
effort shared with Lyndon Pullin
- Superstar. I won't insult your intelligence
by explaining this one to you.
- Sweet
Berlinda. It's ironic that I've since sponsored a child in Ghana and her name is.....Berlinda.
T
- 'Tain No Use In Dreamin'. I still like this even though it's over twenty years old.
- Take
Me To The Temple.
For an ex lover. Her family name was Temple.
- Ten Days Inside A Cooler. Nothing special about this.
-
Ten
Wheel Drive. An excuse to show off on
harmonica.
- Ten
Years Of Loneliness. Late sixties.
- That's
All. Some friends and
I had journeyed to the south of England
for the first
U.K. performance of the Detroit band MC5. On route we were
propositioned to make love in a bar with all the clientele watching. We
declined but did what we did with them on the subway with everyone watching instead. The
song is as crazy as the story.
- The
Fool Who Wasn't Satisfied. This is my futuristic dream. Or is it?
- The
Letter.
- The
Ones Who Say Nothing Starve To Death Every Day. . Oh boy. Real angry stuff this.
- The
Prince and Lady Midnight. Modern day romance. My version of the events between
Charles and Diana.
- Thinking. This took about two minutes to
write. Very spontaneous.
- This
Life's Too Big. So
is the title. A love song to the Nth degree.
- Too
Young To Worry Too Old To Care. I love this title. Put it on my headstone. This song is an
epic in every conceivable way.
- Trick
Of The Mind. And yet even another song about my time in
Rio with Ronnie.
- True Before Dark
- Twenty
Four Hours.
Straight out of the papers. The only thing that's changed is the story.
- Twenty-Two Blues. I played so much
harmonica in the days when I wrote this.
- Two Legged Chair. Written as a part of my childrens educational series.
U
V
- V
C Drinker. Very
true and the last I heard Corporal Jones was still alive. That was when I wrote the song though and nobody lasts forever.
- Venezuela. I put this together on a lazy
Sunday afternoon with a friend of mine called Mike Lezala
(ex of Legend) after I'd
returned from a trip to.....I won't insult your intelligence
W
- What
Kind Of Religion. Not what you'd expect.
- When
The Day Is The Day.
The only song to take more than thirty minutes to write. It took eight
years.
- When The Whip Comes Down. This was my reaction to the videotographer at my brothers wedding who messed up
the video. Da Vinci was the videotographer,
Mona Lisa the bride, and everybody else are the inevitable drunks and fools that always seem to congregate at such events.
- White
Dove was written
for John and Mona, two friends who left Jersey to live in Dubai. They both worked at a wildlife
preservation zoo and John's father was the Bishop of Liverpool. Hence the line "the primate
looks across the great divide".
- Who Stole The Eagle From The Pantry Another of the songs I wrote in Bali in 2016.
- Wish
I Was A Schoolboy Still. This is one of the first songs I wrote that I can remember feeling really satisfied with.
- Writing
On The Wall. The subject of this song is still a very special person in my life.
X
Y
- You
Can't Win Anyway.
Up tempo. Yeh yeh yeh.
- You
Come Inside Me
Despite it's title, this has little, if anything
to do with sex. This is my tribute to Janis Joplin Hence the references to
Pearl, Tell Mama, Cry Baby etc.
- You Loved Me All The
Same. Another love
song.
Z
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