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Scarlet says she’s found the perfect colour
Town requested someone bring a brush
Charge my dynamo
Set the streets aglow
Get it
Down you
Fun time here we go
Randy said you’re definitely coming
Roger rang and said to give you his
I’m your satellite
Every Friday night
Satis -
Flying
How’s your appetite
Wind me up and watch me go
Wind me up I won’t say no
Wind me up enjoy the show
Wind me up and go man go
Hope is looking forward to the hoedown
Joy just called and said to bring your own
Once is understood
More is twice as good
Three time
Four time
Don’t you think we should
Wind me up and watch me go
Wind me up I won’t say no
Wind me up enjoy the show
Wind me up and go man go
more is better more is better
I might have to use both hands
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Dog’s Life
03:32
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I saw the news today, heard her say she would privatise it
I missed the bus to work, shoes got wet, tried to dramatise it
The boss was not convinced, docked my pay, that’s my second warning
The phones are down again, screen is blank, another wasted morning
And queueing for my ticket
She said it’s just a dog’s life
Not enough money
Not enough work
Not enough mercy and
Not enough love
But all I ever think about is you
They broke the front door lock, showed their cards, couldn’t argue ’bout it
They took the meter out, heard ’em say, won’t last long without it
I sold the radio, what’s the point, I never listen to it
All you hear is news and empty songs, I can do without it
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Fontaine Blue
05:07
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Fontaine came around last summer
Thought she’d be around for ever
Sophisticated and kinda sexy
Hair in a peek-a-boo
Fontaine Blue
Olive skin and almond eyes
There’s a recipe to tantalise
That wink was positively continental
Another rendezvous
with Fontaine Blue
But Papa said she’s no good for you
Don’t you see she’s not our kind
We’ll find a local girl and you can settle down
Truth is there’s no-one else quite like Fontaine Blue
Weekend promenading by the bandstand
Fontaine on my arm and I feel grand
The way you rocking your freaky fashion
And wearing tartan too
Fontaine Blue
Took me down to meet her family
Pasta, tomatoes, garlic and chilli
The wine was spicy and dark and sweet
I love the taste of you
Fontaine Blue
And then the letter came, no time for goodbyes
The Ministry said it’s time to fly
Sitting here drinking sorry lager
Here’s to you
Fontaine Blue
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Small Corner
06:30
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Better Still
05:15
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Sometimes think I’d rather just squeeze blood from a stone
So much thrawn it must be wired right down through the bone
Say you will
Say you will
We could be
Better still
Every time we get somewhere you harden your heart
Does it take a lintel smeared with blood to make a start
Say you will
Say you will
Say you will
Say you will
Say you will
Say you will
We could be
Better still
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Simple Honest Truth
03:56
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Your silver hair is shining like a pearl among the straw
Your green eyes sparkle like a Busby Berkley show
Your mischievous, lopsided grin will be the death of me
I’ve got the biscuits would you like a cup of tea
Politicians lie
Newspapers lie
Broadcasters lie
Journalists lie
Here’s the simple honest truth, Ruth
I love you
I’m sorry I just play guitar and drink too much beer
I’m sorry I should be home instead I’m over here
If I were a rich man I would shower you with things
Everything I have is yours and you are everything
I’m in love with the wicked witch of the west
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Sunburst
04:24
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Kitchen floor ain’t gonna mop itself more humdrum
Come on kids tea’s on the table is your homework done
Sunburst
Rosewood and maple
Sunburst
Feel so good
Sunburst
Amber and golden
Sunburst
I’m gonna take you down to Crossroads Inn
We’re gonna play the blues like it’s a sin
We’lll wang the doodle till the taxi come
We’re rocking out and then we’re rocking on
And on and on and on
Seven years since Lady Luck she said I’m outta here
Seven years bad luck and trouble you can hold my beer
One fine day kids gonna fly the nest then we’ll see
Won’t slow down I ain’t built for comfort I’m built for speed
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Elderberry Black
04:00
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Been a long day I’m tired and sore
Aching in places I never did before
Working and wasting and bowing and scraping
Muscle don’t move like it used to
Made some mistakes but I muddled on through
Disappointed my father and other folk too
Sins of omission or foolish ambition
Always the wolf in the doorway
Would you go round again or have the money back
I don’t know but while I think about that
I’ll have another glass of elderberry black
Thought love was easy till I took the blame
Flames of desire ashes of shame
Girls will you listen to an old man’s contrition
Don’t fall in love with a dreamer
(Grew up believing the future was bright
We’d look after each other make everything right)
Would you go round again or have the money back
I don’t know but while I think about that
I’ll have another glass of elderberry black
Bar’s almost empty sun sinking low
Light in the porch of the cottage below
second rate singer playing too many chords
Sounds like it’s time for departure
Would you go round again or have the money back
I don’t know but while I think about that
I’ll have another glass of elderberry black
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James BIsset Scotland, UK
Longstanding member of the Scottish psych folk band Caedmon. Also Ever After, Bernie Hot Hot, Reel Funk Inc and the Jazzrascals.
James BIsset recommends:
Most recent album from Caedmon, with an eclectic, eccentric mix. As ever.
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