John Scott Cree's lyrics: One for Bod

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Some lyrics from the CD One for Bod

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Underneath a Cajun Moon
Louis Armstrong and Doctor John, Illinois Jacquet, Jimmy Noone
Kid Ory urge The Meters on, underneath a Cajun moon

Sing of brown skin Blind Snooks Eaglin, with a voice to heal my wounds
Irma Thomas, Neville Brothers, underneath a Cajun moon

Joe Oliver play me your Creole, take me to old New Orleans
Professor Longhair and Jelly Roll, feed me like rice and red beans

Show us the way, Specialty, Little Richard come down soon
Bobby Blue Bland meet the Fat Man, underneath a Cajun moon

Show me South Rampart and Bourbon Street, I want to see the parade
George Lewis play me your Burgundy Street, Allan Toussaint got it made

Jon and Brian and Allan Taylor, play together sometime soon
Give me Louisiana rhythms, underneath a Cajun moon

Frogman hurting the one he loves, Huey Smith playing the clown
He got no blues on his own Sea Cruise, no pneumonia getting him down

Suis ne bon pas, just say "et toi", hear a Dave Bartholemew tune
Get Slim Harpo to Cosimo's, underneath a Cajun moon

Daveís Big Issue blues
Wish I could sing like Muddy Waters, donít want to play no blues guitar
Just want a voice like Elmore James, Howliní Wolf or Taj Mahal
I need to tell about my troubles, of a wasted life so far

Iím sitting and Iím thinking and I donít know what to do
The rain is falling down and itís filling up my shoe
Nobody wants to know, wants to buy my Big Issue

And is it any wonder that I should sing the blues?
If you avoid my eye, I canít connect with you
When I get through on the Ďphone, you say donít call us weíll call you

We could share some time together, if you open up to me
I will try to make you smile, try to be good company
Everybodyís got somebody, everybody Ďcept for me

(Feel so) sad and lonely
I feel so sad and lonely, since you walked out on me
I told you, you were my only, but you just couldn't see
How you made all my dreams come true, just by the thought of being loved by you
I guess you love was phoney, 'cos baby you walked out on me

This feeling of desolation, knows no bounds in me
There can be no consolation, knowing you just wanted to be free
You know you brought me peace of mind, another girl like you I never could find
Isn't there a hope that you could reconsider baby, and come and take a chance with me?

(Bridge) I've been round with lots of other girls, but they were just like so many fish in the sea
But from the first time I saw you babe, I knew you were the only girl for me

I could hear bells ringing and birds singing in my ears, when I went walking with you
And the sound of the bells ringing and the birds singing calmed my fears
That you wouldn't always be true
But now I see to you I was just another boy, just like all the girls I had before you were my joy
And now I've got nothing to do but just sit here in tears
'Cos I don't know what to do

(Bridge) I've been round with lots of other girls, but they were just like so many fish in the sea
But from the first time I saw you babe, I knew you were the only girl for me

I could hear bells ringing and birds singing in my ears, when I went walking with you
And the sound of the bells ringing and the birds singing calmed my fears
That you wouldn't always be true
But now I see to you I was just another boy, just like all the girls I had before you were my joy
And now I've got nothing to do but just sit here in tears
'Cos I don't know what to do, without you

The Isle of Capri
Tíwas on the Maison Dieu Road that I met him
Before The Grapes came to be The Louis
There was an old banger car on the forecourt
Tíwas a Jaguar not a Capri

His long hair and beard were both ginger
With glasses like Buddy Holly
And the musos and posties would linger
In The Grapes first and then The Louis

He said "your usual" and poured me a bitter
But Olde English was my cup of tea
And next morning was Bing from his cellar
In The Grapes first and then The Louis

And most of my changes were Dover
And that house he made with Jackie
Weíve moved on and those days are over
But Iím glad they shared them with me

Come along me lucky lads (the Louis Boogie)
Thereís a place that I really want to be
Itís Dover and itís Sunday with Bod at The Louis
Youíre gonna be glad that youíre there too
So come along me lucky lads letís be having you

Saturdayís Hard Travelliní, sweet acoustic folk
Friday night itís Mirkwood, blasting out their rock
Thursdays Bill Barnacle with his BBQ
So come along me lucky lads letís be having you

Mainstream Wednesdays listen to the band
Ron Nunn gonna tape them all, put them out on Flams
Lunchtime mug of coffee, Radio 2
Do the Mirror Quizword
Havenít you got homes to go to?

Now in Heaven with your lip in, you can play the Chimes
Along with Louis and the heroes, no more closing times
Save a place for us so we can be there too
Come along me lucky lads letís be having you

Take me to the courtroom
We were married in the Summer, then I came home one day
Found her with a stranger, there was nothing she could say
The trouble was she'd killed him, she still held the knife
I told her I would take the blame, they'd only give me lifw

(Chorus) So won't you take me to the courtroom, see the blood on my hands
Call the judge and the jury, put me on the stand
Let the witnesses acuse me, I hear the cell door slam
Twelve men may find me guilty, but I'm already damned

I've served my time for what I haven't done
You see it was her crime, now I'm going home
But all these years I've loved her, my life's been in vain
I know in my heart she's gone, there's a stranger again

(Chorus) So won't you take me to the courtroom, see the blood on my hands
Call the judge and the jury, put me on the stand
Let the witnesses acuse me, I hear the cell door slam
Twelve men may find me guilty, but I'm already damned

© John Scott Cree / Ron Trueman-Border 2001

Old male rant
You say you love me but we both know it's not true
The number one in your life's always you
Why should I do the shopping, clean the house and do the washing?
You've got your job, I've got my job too.

When my friends come round you tell me they should leave
But a beer with mates and football's what I breathe
I work all the hours God sends, I've earned a drink with my friends
Without your love, my friends are what I need.

(Bridge) You can go back home, if your mum'll have you
Leave me alone, I'll get by without you

You don't need me, you don't love me like you used to do
You're always tired, well listen, I'm tired too.
You can go to bed, I'll watch a film instead
You've got the kids, you don't want me too.

(Bridge) You can go back home, if your mum'll have you
Leave me alone, I'll get by without you

Take a good look at the man you see before you
My eyes may be smiling but my heart bleeds all the time
You can treat this boy like dirt, kick him 'til it hurts
But you'll never break the spirit that is mine

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The conker song
There's a tree with green leaves grows down our lane
The leaves are like a hand not parallel veined
There's a fruit grows on this tree
Weirdest thing you'll ever see
Called a horse chestnut, it's a conker to you and me

If the sun don't shine, rain don't fall
I won't ever mind at all
As long as I've got my conker on a string
I don't care if my dog don't bark, my bell don't ring,my match don't spark
As long as I've got my conker on a string

You can keep your marbles, keep your jacks, I don't need my comics back
As long as I've got my conker on a string
My thirty-niner ain't been beat, all the kids from down our street
Are jealous of my conker on a string

Put 'em in your mother's old jam jar, soak 'em overnight in vinegar
Stick 'em in the over, bake 'em hard, be the number one in your school yard

I can make it spin, make it twirl, I'm ok with all the girls
It's all down to my conker on a string
Come 4 o'clock when school is out, I'll be down the 'rec no doubt
With my buddies and my conker on a string

I got steady hands, nerves of steel, I got the touch, the look the feel
I can set 'em up, knock them down, I'm the conker king of this playground

My knuckles sore, my fingers bruise, come what may I just can't lose
As long as I've got my conker on a string

© John Scott Cree / Ron Trueman-Border 2001

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