February Morning
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"Our house; is still on fire!"
Forty thousand ran the marathon,
And I've just done the same.
I'm standing in the Metro,
I'm waiting for that train.
So many people around me,
I'm feeling I'm caged in.
Will these wheels ever start rolling,
Will this journey ever begin?
Some say we're safe in the underground,
But I know we're riding on a Hellbound Train....
On a Hellbound Train.
Politicians see the future,
Or that is what they say.
But the working man in the street,
He has to pay their way.
Money's tight even if you have a job,
And your boss is always right.
Some say the tide is turning;
Some say there's going to be a fight.
Some say were travelling in hand-carts,
But I know we're riding on a Hellbound Train.....
On a Hellbound Train.
To hell with this hell, what the hell;
Are you ready to sell,
Your soul to this dying, it makes me sick,
I can't stand the smell;
Shell after shell in this cell,
Angels are executed inside us
Make room for demons and devil,
Pedal and spread the virus
Vote for mass murderer superstars, eyes wide open
In front of a spinning hypnosis wheel
You’re joking heartbroken
And chocking, inhaling smoke, dope,
And our planet is burning,
Presidents trying not lying... and pigs are flying bro…...
Earth Mother's on the back foot,
She's given all she's got.
But we take and we take from the underground,
It's never going to STOP!
Oil wells, they have run dry
And the forest have been lost
And the hungry mouths need feeding
We're going to pay the cost!
Some say that this is our brave new world,
But I know we're riding on a Hellbound Train;
On a Hellbound Train.
Yeah we're all riding together,
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah yeah,
On a Hellbound Train;
On a Hellbound Train.
You heard enough? You’ve seen enough?
I shut up before they put me in cuffs.
Take me to prison, freedom of speech,
Went soft like a mouldy peach.
Just carry on living while everything's dying,
Clap for the freak show and keep lying.
Hellbound train, passengers on chains,
Without names, numbers hitting the flames and burn...
Damn your Hellbound train...
Your Hellbound train...
Your Hellbound train...
Damn your Hellbound train...
Your Hellbound train...
Your Hellbound train...
Your Hellbound train;
I hope it will crash during your campaign
And your train goes down the drain...........
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This house is mourning,
No warmth does it hold.
Its rooms forsaken,
Their secrets untold.
I choose to walk here,
No memories unfold.
On this February morning,
I’m broken and cold.
It’s strange, how things used to be?
So strange, it was just you and me.
We’ve changed, from lovers to friends,
This February morning, we’re strangers again.
How did we get here?
Were we so blind?
We didn’t look,
But we knew where to find;
The thread of hope
Held by a strand,
On this February morning,
Was cut by my hand.
It’s strange, how things used to be?
So strange, it was just you and me.
We’ve changed, from lovers to friends,
This February morning, we’re strangers again.
It’s strange, how things used to be?
So strange, it was just you and me.
We’ve changed, from lovers to friends,
This February morning, we’re strangers again.
This February morning, we’re strangers again.
This February morning.........
Strangers again.
Lyrics & Music by G C Tolley
© New Tradition Music - 2021
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Charlie's Smile
03:50
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Silence! The darkest morning;
Snow has fallen through the cold, cold night.
Grab a cup of tea,
And soon it’s time to be,
Out on my way,
I look into his room,
His eyes wide open,
And then Charlie smiles.....
Roasting! In Hell’s kitchen;
Half way through my day, six more hours to go!
Waiters keep a-running,
Checks-on keep a-coming,
It never ends!
There’s a photo on the wall,
Eyes of blue,
And I see Charlie’s smile.
Bitter! In the cold wind;
Sleet in my face; I’m on my way back home.
Key is in the door,
Coat hung in the hall,
It’s good to be here!
And waiting in the room,
His eyes wide open,
And then Charlie smiles...
As I walk into the room,
Eyes of blue and I see Charlie’s smile.
I see Charlie’s smile...
Lyrics & Music by G C Tolley
© New Tradition Music - 2021
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Claire's Lament
04:06
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A desk by the window is empty today,
“Claire’s not here Miss”, I heard Charlotte say.
The classroom is silent and no one knows why?
Mrs Johnson is wiping the tears from her eyes.
A door slowly opens,
The Headmaster walks in.
In his hand is a paper,
His expression is grim.
“I have some sad news, I’m sorry to say”;
“Claire will be missing from school today”.
John Preston was yearning for artistic success,
He travelled the world but he failed to impress.
Rejection, frustration and anger within,
Destroyed the creations that were precious to him.
He abandoned ambition,
For a quieter life.
In a Worcestershire village,
With his children and wife.
But demons of failure haunted his head.
He’d fight with the gun, kept under his bed.
The cottage was blazing; men broke down the door,
The gun and John Preston were laid on the floor.
His wife in her nightdress, at the foot of the stairs,
His dog and son Stephen were slumped in a chair.
And there in the back room,
“Asleep” on her bed,
An angel lies peaceful,
With a hole in her head.
“She sat by the window”, I heard Charlotte say,
Claire will be missing from school today.
Lyrics & Music by G C Tolley
© New Tradition Music - 2021
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Juicy John Pink
02:35
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Well, I opened my eyes this mornin',
I wasn't at home in bed.
There were four angels standin' 'round me,
I thought I must be dead.
Yeah, I opened my eyes this mornin',
Thought I must be dead,
There were four angels standin' 'round me,
And the room was painted red.
Won't you have mercy on your wicked son?
Take me up to heaven, not hell where I belong, yeah!
Well, the sky began to tremble,
The rain began to fall.
Four angels standin' 'round me,
And it weren't no social call.
Yeah, the sky began to tremble,
The rain began to fall.
Fell down on my knees prayin', Lord,
But it didn't do no good at all.
Won't you have mercy on your wicked son?
Take me up to heaven, not hell where I belong, yeah!
Lyrics by Robin Trower & Keith Reid
Musically arranged by G C Tolley
© New Tradition Music - 2021
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Coincidentally Feminine
02:48
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The wife saw me just the other night,
With a lady who was truly fine.
When I got home for dinner,
Well she started to whine
She said “What y’all doin’ with a fox like that,
All dress up and truly fine?”
I said “She ain’t nothing but a dear old friend
Coincidentally Feminine”.
Then I met a good old girl,
Who used to follow me home from school.
Short skirt, high heels and long red hair
Blue eyes still looking cool.
The wife caught me looking guilty as hell
And warned me “one more time”
I said “She’s just an old school pal
Coincidentally feminine.
No she’s just an old school friend,
Coincidentally feminine”.
Coming home, the bus was full,
There was only a seat for me.
A lady who was with me
had to sit upon my knee.
My mother-in-law saw us there
And called me “a cheating swine”
I said “She is just a workmate,
Coincidentally feminine.
No, she is just a work mate,
Coincidentally feminine”.
My wife went out early tonight
All dressed up to the nines.
Arm in arm with a sweet little cutie,
Off for a real good time.
I said “Now woman don’t you go getting’ switchin!”
She said “Oh don’t repine?
Aint no need to get a twitchin’
About a touch of feminine.
No, there ain’t no need to get a bitchin’
About a touch of feminine”.
Lyrics by R A Jones
Musically arranged by G C Tolley
© New Tradition Music - 2021
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Sugar Cane
03:14
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Kisses sweeter than a cherry pie,
Softer than the Daintree rain.
Love my baby, love my sugar cane.
She got a voice as pretty as a Mocking Bird,
I love the way she calls my name.
Love my baby, love my sugar cane.
When the money’s low and the times get hard,
You’ll never hear that girl complain.
Love my baby, love my sugar cane.
When the Blues comes down to break my heart,
She’ll hold me close to ease the pain.
Love my baby, love my sugar cane.
When the Lord above says it’s time to go,
You’ll hear me sing this sweet refrain.
Love my baby, love my sugar cane.
Love my baby, love my sugar cane.
Love my baby, love my sugar cane.
Love my baby, love my sugar cane.
Lyrics by Andrew Crawford
Musical arranged by G C Tolley
© New Tradition Music - 2021
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Fish Pie Blues
03:37
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Well I’ve done no fishin’ for a mighty long time,
But I has a disposition to cast out my baited line
I ain't eaten good fish, for a mighty long time.
My perch pole is long and it don’t hardly bend,
All I needs is a good fish to dangle on the end,
I ain’t eaten good fish, for a mighty long time.
Once had a girl who let me fish in her pool,
When her mamma finally caught me,
Sent her off to Sunday school,
I ain’t eaten good fish, for a mighty long time.
Now it seems to me when I gets my tackle out
Them fish ponds get all dried up
And there’s no fishing hereabouts
I ain’t eaten good fish, for a mighty long time.
Let me ask you peoples, what’s a poor boy ‘spose to do?
When there ain’t no fish a-biting, I get them fish pie blues.
I ain’t eaten good fish, for a mighty long time.
There ain’t no sweet fishin’ on this poor boys line
Lyrics & Music by G C Tolley
© New Tradition Music - 2021
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North Of The River
04:02
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When the moon shines on the water,
And glints in a crocodile’s eye.
Meet the boys at the waterhole,
Drinking Bundy and Tennessee Rye.
A shout goes out,
“Let’s fire ‘em up,
Pack your gun and woman inside,
We’re heading out on a pig hunt,
Sit back and enjoy the ride”.
There’s a wild kind of redneck in the forest here…..
Oooooh …… North of the river!
You better take care.
From the south came a city slicker
Smart suit and looking just fine,
To build a bridge over the water
“People let’s move with the times!”
So they took him out,
Got covered in mud,
Along the CREB Track in the rain.
He stayed overnight in the village,
But he was never went south again.
There’s a strange kind of magic in the forest here.....
Oooooh …… North of the river.
You better beware.
So if you travel over the water,
Make the crossing at first light,
Do all the things that you need to do,
Catch the ferry home at night.
You better move fast,
There’s nothing to see,
When the Sun slips out of sight,
Wild things walk in the mangroves,
When the mozzies begin to bite.
There is a strange kind of voodoo in the forest here…..
Oooooh….. North of the river,
You better say your prayers.
Lyrics & Music by G C Tolley
© New Tradition Music - 2021
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Find the key to my door
All the warmth, don’t let it out.
Find the song to your rhyme,
Give a whisper; give a shout.
You’re the person that makes the hours to seconds;
Home is where my heart is.
At work, watching the clock,
I know you’re there, waiting for me;
Home is where my heart is.
Find the peace in my heart,
Leave the world outside the door.
Kick my shoes; hang my coat,
Drop my bag to the floor.
Reach out for the one who welcomes me home;
Because home is where my heart is.
At work, watching the clock,
I know you’re there, waiting for me;
Home is where my heart is.
In the middle of a busy day,
I try to make a get-away
From the madness, all around me.
And when my day is finally done,
And I’m on the homeward run,
To the place I want to be;
My home;
Your home;
Is waiting for me...
Find the hand to hold my hand,
As the embers glow bright.
My song is almost sung,
As you reach for the light.
Contentment in my heart,
That’s when I realise;
That home is where my heart is.
At work, watching the clock,
I know you’re there, waiting for me;
Home is where my heart is.
Lyrics & Music by G C Tolley & E Ewing
© New Tradition Music - 2021
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Garrington T Jones England, UK
Garrington T Jones is a performer and recording artist who gives the art of lyrical storytelling a modern day
edge.
Garrington describes himself as a "Rhythm shaker, a riff chaser, a lyric hunter, a song maker and a lover of acoustic Blues, Folk & Roots music.
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