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I know guys who complain
About their private ball and chain
But I'm not one of those.
When I take my woman on the scene
The eyes of guys nearby turn green
I'm a lucky man, I suppose
But I've a problem, I can't lie
It keeps me awake at night.
In my sweet ointment, there's a fly
Something not quite right
When I try to be endearing
The words I use to show I'm caring
Get right up her nose.
My woman's made a little list
Of words she said I must resist
No ifs, no buts, no maybe.
Like 'pet' and 'duck' and 'chick' and 'bird'
Those wicked twentieth century words
I can't call my baby 'baby'.
'Little sweet' or 'cutie pie'
Or 'darling honeybunch'
Makes her feel objectified
Or even part of lunch.
Then she reminds me that
She's not a mewling, infant brat
I can't call my baby 'baby'
'Bunnikin' or 'little lamb',
They're both well and truly banned
I can't call my baby 'baby'.
And 'sugar tits' - that's forbidden
And 'tootsie-wootsie, little kitten'.
I can't call my baby 'baby'
With 'little goose' all hell breaks loose
The same with 'snuggle bum'
She won't reply to 'pussy pie'
I have to bite my tongue
'My Babe' and 'Baby, Please Don't Go'
So many songs I can't sing no mo'
Now I can't call my baby 'baby'.
When I say, 'Babe, gimme a smile'
She says I sound like a paedophile
I can't call my baby 'baby'
And when I call her 'chickadee'
She says, 'What's this, a menagerie?'
I can't call my baby 'baby'
But late at night, when things are hummin'
And getting kinda hot.
Whisp'ring 'darling adult woman'
Just doesn't hit the spot
Then when it's plain to see
She's reached the point of ecstasy
That's when I call my baby 'baby'
(And she just loves it)
Yes, I can call my baby 'baby'.
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2. |
Disappear
04:26
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I'm in a God-forsaken city
I'm in a God-forsaken bar.
I just watched my team get beaten
I just sold my old guitar.
My woman's disappointed,
My dog's gone off me too.
So I'll just keep on drinking
And work out what to do.
I'm going to sit here on this bar-stool
And close my eyes so tight
Soon I'll begin to fade
And I'll be out of sight
Just like back in Star Trek
I'm going to boldly go
Into that third dimension
Leave this sorry earth below.
Disappear
Away I'll fly
Floating on the breeze
Disappear
Way up high
Above the fields and the trees
I shall be so happy
In that great beyond
Disappear
Don't look for me
I'll be gone, gone, gone.
I'll be like Lord Lucan
Or the crew of the Marie Celeste
A mystery, an enigma,
Where I've gone no one will guess.
But I'll be out there somewhere
Distant as a dream
Drifting through the universe
Checking out the scene.
'Cos up where the air is pure
There's no envy, greed or lust
Oh, there ain't no deadly sin within
A floating piece of dust.
There's no place in space for a sad face
No blues in the Milky Way
And you can't hear complaining
When you're a trillion miles away
CHORUS
Oh the stars are shining oh so bright
I'll wave as they fly past
I'll leave my blues in the black hole of the night
Free at last....
Maybe I'll find another planet
Where I'll have an alien wife
There my team will win every game
And guitars will be for life.
And late one summer's evening
Beneath a crescent moon
Floating on the warm night air
You'll hear this little tune.
CHORUS
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3. |
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I might take the blue pill, I might take the pink
Too much on my mind, too much to think,
I'm in deep, I can't get to sleep.
The Footsie is falling, the currency's weak
My holiday plans are all up the creek
I know, I'll turn on the radio.
They say that refugees are at the border again
Swarming like flies on my window-pane,
That grieves me in ways I can't begin to describe
They're spoiling my sleep, crashing my vibe,
It's no use -
I've got the first world blues.
The newsreader says the next report might
Upset me a little - and by God, he's right
No shit, I don't like it one bit.
It comes from a place where they maim and behead,
I've heard enough, I get out of bed,
Go next door, and catch a TV show.
I've got cable subscriptions on my HD TV
I can watch things you wouldn't normally see
But when I hit the remote, I turn on the washing-machine,
My brand new white shirt's going to come out green
Oh no -
I've got the first world blues.
In the third world, they don't need this stuff.
They may not have much, but they've got enough,
Living their crazy third world lives,
Lots of third world children, lots of third world wives.
My therapist says I've become self-obsessed
She says I do what I like and just hope for the best
The old bag. It's just nag nag nag.
But when there's an earthquake, I try to donate,
When I go to my church, I put some change in the plate,
I'm just saying, it's always me who's paying.
There's a reason they're third, some might conclude -
They don't go to the gym, they don't eat the right food
And while that may be terribly sad
It don't do any good me feeling bad,
I got the first world blues.
I can't get a signal for my mobile phone,
Yet thousands of voices won't leave me alone
In my brain, sharing their third world pain.
But not one of them knows just who I am,
All my troubles and cares, they don't give a damn.
I'm sitting here worrying 'bout what they're going through,
I think they should know that I'm suffering too...
With my first world blues.
(Living their crazy third world lives)
I've got the first world blues.
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4. |
Marriage Song #1
04:43
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Our loving cup has recently been running rather dry
Something's missing in your life, I'm almost sure.
To cheer you up, I've thought of something you might like to try
It's an old traditional cure...
Maybe you should have an affair
With some good-looking younger guy
He'll be slightly dumb
But with a pert little bum
That one day catches your eye.
At first, it won't be an affair
But you'll both soon discover
That your heart-to-hearts
Start to lead to parts
Conversation doesn't quite cover.
One night you'll be beside him, together in his car
He said he'll drive you home because it's dark.
You'll stop to talk things over in a local public bar
Then suddenly you're at in the pub car park.
You'll think that it's not serious, it's just a bit of fun
As you teach your young dog new tricks.
But soon you'll find you're doing things that you haven't done
Since 1996.
I'll know all about your affair
It will be so plain to see
From the swing in your hips
And the smile on your lips
I'll just know wasn't put there by me.
But I'll be cool about your affair
I won't sulk or go berserk
I'll stay safe and sound
On the moral high ground
While you're out, doing all the work.
And he'll want it when he sees you, before you've time to think
He'll want to have you right there and then.
And you'll have had a busy day and you'll be dying for a drink,
You'll be thinking to yourself, 'Here we go again.'
And he'll take to the heights and then he'll take you higher
Your deep and secret passions try to stir.
He'll be clambering up a mountain peak of personal desire
When an amble in the foothills is what you'd prefer.
You'll wonder about your affair
All the lies you have to tell
And the stab of shame
As you give a false name
Checking in at a Novotel.
When he tells you how much cares
All the things about you he misses
You'll begin to feel
Like a hamster on a wheel
On a grim treadmill of kisses.
And I'll see it in the way you look, I'll hear it in your sighs
As you lie awake beside me in the night
And part of me will watch you with a heart as cold as ice
While the other part will long to reach and hold you tight.
But we'll keep it all together, as married couples do,
Because I love you and I'll never let you go
But now and then alone when it's just me and you
We'll look at one another and we will know.
Maybe you should have an affair
With some good-looking younger guy
He'll be slightly dumb
But with a pert little bum
That one day catches your eye.
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There's a hipster dude on the TV again
One of the new folk tribe
He's singing a song of the world's pain
He must be all of 25.
He's got a little cloth cap and a face all glum
As he does the traditional bit
And a big brown beard, he might have come
From a make-your-own-folkie kit.
Who did he sleep with? Some DJ?
Maybe Daddy's on the board.
With that Martin guitar he thinks he can play
And those fancy little chords.
And look at those girls in the front row
Those wide-eyed teenage chicks
There's gonna be a party after the show
And that bastard could take his pick
Not that I am bitter,
Not that I give a damn
I'm just sitting here in my old armchair
With the thoughts of an average man.
I could do that if I'd had had the luck
And a little more time to think
If I hadn't got married, if I hadn't had kids
Maybe a little less to drink
I'm saying I could do that if I'd got off my ass
And practised some of them chords
I could have been me, up there on TV
I'd be playing up a storm...
The guys ask me every day when we'll re-form the band
The wife used to love the way I played, she called me 'Slow-Hand'
But I'm just sitting here, drinking my beer
With the thoughts of an average man
And then he'll be on Children in Need
He'll be that year's pop star who cares
Showing the world how his heart bleeds
As he flies First Class in tears.
Then he'll be snapped in a villa on Lake Como
With his supermodel wife
And I'll still be here watching the show
And I will for the rest of my life
Not that I am bitter,
Not that I give a damn
I'm just sitting here in my old armchair
With the thoughts of an average man.
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6. |
An English Love Song
05:03
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I'm not a fan of love songs
I've heard them all before
When it comes to talking the talk
I believe that less is more
But sometimes a man has to show the hand
He's going to deal
So here is an English love song
To show just how I feel.
I know how to love my good old guitar
I give thanks for it each day.
But when we're alone and you look in my eyes
I can't think of a thing to say.
If you like bouquets and those tired old clichés
I'm afraid I'm not the one
But I've written an English love song
To get the damn' thing done.
It's not that I'm frozen,
It's not that I'm proud
In my own little way I care
But when words are spoken,
Or sung out aloud
They just seem to vanish into the air.
I'm not going buy you a Valentine's card
'Cos I always forget the date
Or a dinner for two by candlelight
When you can't see what's on your plate.
Chocolates melt and flowers wilt
And so instead
I've written an English love song
To say what needs to be said
Some hearts are open
Each feeling exposed
But that never worked when I tried
I was quietly hoping
To keep this one closed
With you and me on the inside.
So there you go, now you know
I can't sing romantic things
All those love-ya-baby's, all those down-on-my -knees,
All that wind beneath my wings.
Maybe it's best to leave unexpressed
What's really true.
And this English love song
Is the best that I can do.
Just a little English love song
Sent from me to you
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7. |
Easy Listening
02:35
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Let's hear it for easy listening
The soft and the smooth
You won't know what you've been missing
Until you're in that mellow groove
Let's hear it for the middle of the road
Not to the left, not to the right
Who needs a musical highway code
When you can keep it light?
Rock and to roll's too fast these days
And jazz is way too cool
Folk's too stuck in its folky ways
For an easy listening fool.
Let's hear it for swinging along
Swaying like a leaf in a tree
You find the tune of a little song
And add some harmonies
SOLO
Rock and to roll's too fast these days
And jazz is way too cool
Folk's too stuck in its folky ways
Too many lines, too many rules.
That's why I believe in easy listening
So soft and smooth
You'll soon find out what you've been missing
When you're in that mellow ... groooove
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Hot dog, hallelujah, I feel so fine
I been hangin' out with some friends of mine
We been workin' for the man - now we cuttin' loose
We may be English but darn right we got the blues
We got Howlin' Wolf Perkins, he's my blues brother
Honeyboy Pilkington and Catfish Carruthers
They call me Blind Boy Waddington- Bruce
I can see just fine but darn right I got the blues.
We ain't got no Mississippi, ain't got no moonshine
But we got our guitars and some nice chilled wine
And a room in a pub that they done gone let us use
It's like our own private delta, man - darn right we got the blues.
Since we found the blues, we won't ever go back
We can talk like an American and pretend that we're black.
Roll over Britannia and tell the BBC news
We may be English but darn right we got the blues.
I love that jelly jelly jelly, I have it with my tea
I got my mojo workin' whatever that might be
And you can squeeze my lemons - I really like lemon juice
I'm so damned authentic, and darn right I got the blues.
I can sing about them cotton fields and call my music 'roots' But the nearest I've been to cotton is buying cotton-buds in Boots
I don't pay it no mind - I got a perfect excuse
I may be English but darn right I got the blues
You may think I'm respectable and you may be right
But when I got home from work each and every night.
I loosen my tie and kick off my shoes
And say, 'Lordy, I'm English, but darn right I got the blues.'
Yes I may be English but darn right I got those good ole backyard,
down-home, walking-the-dog, dust-my-broom, salty dog English blues.
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Complicated
04:23
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I'm tired of being Mr Reliable
A solid guy so full of sympathy
Now I'm Mr Certifiable
Let's talk for a while about me...
I want to be complicated
I'm going to share around my pain
I'll be all agonised and agitated
In my poor, fevered brain.
When you're feeling happy, I'll be in a mood,
I'll be underhand and over-sexed, foul-mouthed and crude.
Neglectful of my hygiene, weird about my food,
That's little old complicated me.
I'll be oh so complicated
I'll be screwed up and repressed
You'll all be fascinated
As to why I'm such a mess.
There's not a thing I won't have taken, booze and dope and pill
I'll be addicted to addiction, in thrall to every thrill
It's a miracle that what I've done never seems to kill
Little old complicated me.
Some say I was molested at a tender age
Some say I've just transvesting, I'm at that bi-gender stage
Some say I'm on the spectrum, that's why I'm insecure
But I say I crave affection, I need more more more more.
And my women will be complicated
With chequered histories.
They'll be resentful, mad, frustrated
They'll be even worse than me
Our affairs will be desperate - intense and brief and doomed
With seedy liaisons in dingy hotel rooms
Before yet another break-up in floods of tears and gloom
From little old complicated me.
Late at night you'll get a call from the local A & E
There's been a fight, maybe a fall, and you'll just know it's me.
And sometimes when you really need me, I'll be nowhere to be found
'Cos one thing is guaranteed - I'll always let you down
(Because)
I'm so goddamned complicated
You'll hear it in my songs
They may make you feel nauseated
But you'll still come along.
And as you watch me up here, bleeding on the stage,
You'll say that it's a shame I refuse to act my age
But deep down you'll be loving all the pain and rage
From little old complicated me.
That's little old complicated me.
Little old... but enough about me
What do you think of....
Little old complicated me?
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10. |
The Band Played On
03:31
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Well here's a little story from yesterday
When I was living in Paris in France
I was asked one day if I'd like to play
Some tunes at a private dance.
So I took my good old Jap guitar
To a flat off the Champs Elysée
What happened that night
Is as clear and bright
As if it happened yesterday.
I was strumming away and singing my songs
Like a regular one-man band
They were drinking and a-flirting and a-singing along
When things got a little out of hand
Someone said 'A poil!'- that was the call
To take off all the clothes they had worn
They shed their pants as they danced until one and all
Were naked as the day that they were born.
There were couples on the floor
Wall-to-wall amour
But the band played on
There was moaning, groaning, neighbours phoning
But the band played on
Someone tried to cop a feel
I used my guitar as a shield
She was coming on a little too strong
I was all on my own at a high-tone orgy
But the band played on
Well it's fine being young and wild and free
But soon you'll find you want a little more
So I woke one day with a family
First two, then three, then four.
The family grew and so did the noise
Until the fact of the matter was plain
A man and a woman and a girl and a boy
Can make a noise like a hurricane.
I was living with my kin in the tin of sardines
We called the family home
From the twos to the teens and the years in-between
I could never ever be alone.
I was dad going mad with nowhere to turn
At the end of my tether, I suppose.
Then I remembered the lesson that I once learned
At a party when I wore no clothes.
(Now there was)
Trouble in the kitchen
Brawlin', bitchin'
But the band played on
There were tempers flaring, TV blaring
But the band played on
Guinea pigs, screamin' kids, did you hear what the teacher did?
Try to keep on smiling all along
While I cared for my dear little nuclear fam'ly
The band played on.
Well, the years flew by, it's the same old story
Like you're told, getting old is a bitch
One time, you're in your prime and you're driving for glory
The next you're in the bottom of a ditch
Lost my youth, lost my brain, lost my hair down the drain,
I've been losing bits of me along the way
But when I get to wait at those pearly gates
There'll be just one thing I can say.
Through the wind and the rain
And the trouble and the pain.
The band played on.
Flying, crashing, losing all my cash-in
The band played on
Buy and sell, kiss and tell, round and round the carousel
'Cos life's just a crazy carry-on
Right or wrong
I sang my song
And the band played on
Right or wrong
I sang my song
And the band played on
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11. |
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He's a little short of breath and a little short of bread,
Quite a few of his friends these days are dead.
There's been a few bumps along the road
The odd wrong turning and his pace has slowed
But he kept his eyes on the way ahead.
She's been a little more married than she'd advise
She always ends up with the wrong kind of guys.
'Though she'll admit she's not much of a picker
With the help of her friends and a little strong liquor
She's still got that light in her eyes.
And we're still searching for that heart of gold
In the windmills of our mind
We're still singing lie-la-lie-la-lie-lie-lie
And looking for the home we hope we'll find.
Some have gone too fast, some too slow
Some aimed too high, some fell too low
Most of them shed a few ideals
And kept on truckin' though they'd lost their wheels
They were always the last to know.
Once they were the children of the sun
Making love not war, forever young.
As the years grow dim over their shoulder
They didn't grow wise as they grew older
But their song is still being sung.
Chorus.
The times are a-changin', we used to say
It was true back then and it's true today
So let's sing a song of celebration
For my g-g-g-generation
Before we all f-f-fade away
Chorus.
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12. |
I'll Be There With You
02:55
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When the winter days are done
And spring is coming through,
When the earth's warmed by the sun,
I'll be there with you.
When the early morning light
Sparkles on the dew,
When everything is green and bright,
I'll be there with you.
And with the buzzing of the bees
Flying from flower to flower,
On the scent of the summer breeze,
Through the lazy hours,
The skylark sings his lonely song
Up in a sky so blue.
When life is good and days are long,
I'll be there with you.
And when the wild October winds
Chill you to the bone,
As the nights are closing in,
You won't be alone.
By the fire that warms your heart,
Its flame so hard and true,
Though we may be far apart,
I'll be there with you.
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Terence Blacker England, UK
'Classic folk blues in the making.'
FATEA MAGAZINE
'We need cheering up right now and
this singer-songwriter, sometimes tender, sometimes sardonic, is just the ticket.' SUNDAY TIMES
Huge fun... it put a big smile on my face.'
TOM ROBINSON, BBC6 Music
'One enormously satisfying album.... humorous, beautiful, deadly, a real treat for the senses.'
LIVERPOOL SOUND AND VISION
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