Some lyrics from the CD One for Bod
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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
I’m sitting and I’m thinking and I don’t know what to do
The rain is
falling down and it’s 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
can’t connect with you
When I get through on the ‘phone, you say don’t call
us we’ll 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
Everybody’s got somebody, everybody ‘cept
for 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
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
We’ve moved on and those days are over
But I’m glad they shared
them with me
Come along me lucky lads (the Louis Boogie)
Saturday’s Hard Travellin’, sweet acoustic folk
Friday night it’s
Mirkwood, blasting out their rock
Thursdays Bill Barnacle with his BBQ
So
come along me lucky lads let’s 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
Haven’t 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 let’s be having you
(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
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
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
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
All lyrics Copyright © John Scott Cree except where indicated otherwise
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