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just  finished  a  recording  of  this   I'll try and  get  it  on tomorrow  when its  mixed .

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More poetry

Graham Windle
22 -08-2014 © all rights reserved …

Twenty first century expectations

Here we all are
in the twenty first century,
its not all, we thought it would be.
Been round the world,
had some experience,
been back to uni and got a degree.

Faces remembered,
some best forgotten,
some that you wont,
want to,  see again.
Memory’s of places,
that you once dreamed about.
Memory’s of places you wont go again.

Across the water,
people are crying,
they shout for your help,
in the dark of the night.
Safe in your home,
an Englishman's castle.
No one can hurt you,
so you’ll be all right.

You could be a teacher,
in front of a classroom.
Or maybe a baker
needing some bread.
You could be a banker,
safe in some plush office.
No! you are a mother,
collecting your dead.

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This is the finished  song ..Again please do not  read  if  you  are easily  offended  by  the  content.

Graham Windle
13 -08-2014 © all rights reserved ...
Slaughter of innocents

Am
You rain down your terror
       Em
on people like me
F
Without rhyme or reason
         Am
the whole world can see
Am
My brothers and sisters
          Em
die screaming in pain
  F
No one should suffer
               Am
for somebody's gain

Am-  Em-F       F   F  Em Em    Am
De –mocracy  set  my  people  free
Am-  Em-F         F   F  Em Em        Am
De –mocracy  take  these  chains  off  me

Am
They say lightening can
           Em
never strike the same place
  F
As bolt after bolt
                 Am
seems to target my place
Am
The innocents perish
          Em
the people erased
         F
The meaning of mercy
              Am
turned arse about face

Am-  Em-F       F   F  Em Em    Am
De –mocracy  set  my  people  free
Am-  Em-F         F   F  Em Em        Am
De –mocracy  take  these  chains  off  me

Am
Your promises vanish
         Em
as quick as pie crust
       F
and memories dissolve
             Am
blown away with the dust
Am
All of your words
     Em
appear back to front
    F
It is my opinion

                       Am
that you are a **** …

Am-  Em-F       F   F  Em Em    Am
De –mocracy  set  my  people  free
Am-  Em-F         F   F  Em Em        Am
De –mocracy  take  these  chains  off  me

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OK what  I  would  suggest  here  once  you  have learned  a  few basic  chords  practice  practice  practice  chose  a  couple  of  songs  you  like  and  feel comfortable  with .If  you  have  a  local open mic or folk club ,get  up and  play  nothing improves  you  faster  than performing .The two  clubs  I  visit  in the  UK  are  genuinely  helpful they  will  not  shoot  you  down  they  will  offer  support .Alternatively use You  tube and  put  your  songs  on here  this  community  is  the  best  and  the  people  here  will always  offer  good  constructive  advice  to  old  and  new  alike .Glad  to  have  you  on board Dean

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Scott  the  road  in question   has  claimed  many  lives sadly .It  was  upgraded  to  a  4 lane  carriage  way  in the  late  60s by  building  a  second  road  alongside  the old  one  There  is  now  a  set  of  traffic lights  at one  end  so  you  cant  just   spin round  and  come  back  down the  other  side however  at  the  other  side  of  the  lights  the road narrowed from 2 lanes to  one  ,This  short  stretch caused  many  accidents  as people  would  race  from the  lights  and  meet  oncoming  traffic .This  short  stretch  was  given the  gruesome name  locally  as  coroners  corridor. Thankfully the  last  time I visited  the  area  the  council had added a  large round about  which now  prevents this  stupidity .

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So true

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This  is  about  codeine addiction .

Prescription Blues (prescription addiction)
by  Graham Windle
©all  rights  reserved   21/08/2014

E7
Aching limbs, itching skin,
A sus
I cant sleep at night.
E7
Take some of my little pills,
Asus
then I'll be all right.
E7
Go to work, grab a brew
Asus
take a pill or three.
E7
Aching head, aching joints,
Asus
take this pain off me.

D         C9         A
Pre- scription blues,
D         C9            A
its not the life to choose.
D         C9         A
Pre- scription blues,
G             D       D               A
You cant win...You gotta loose.  x3

E7
Just becomes a way of life,
A sus
a habit hard to break.
E7
No matter if you want to stop,
Asus
the more you want to take.
E7
You feel so good, you get a buzz,
Asus
you know its a mistake.
E7                                                 
Find the strength to give it up,
Asus
if only for your sake.

D         C9         A
Pre- scription blues,
D         C9            A
its not  the life to choose.
D         C9         A
Pre- scription blues,
G             D       D               A
You cant win   You gotta loose.  x3

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Dino I had an 850 Commando interstate for a while ,but when this song was set I rode a Honda CB 250 which was pretty much as quick as most of the British bikes twice it's size back then.Sadly I blew it up street racing when the cam tensioner broke up and wrecked all the valve gear.Parts were hard to find and it sat for many years in the garage while I moved on to BSAs and Triumphs.

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Where does inspiration come from for new songs .I find I am drawing more on personal experiences some from way back  some recent.I keep a writing pad at the bed side and jot things down if I wake in the night

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Riverside Café
by
Graham Windle
©20/08/2014 all rights  reserved   Demo http://www.reverbnation.com/gbbluesbandcrete?profile_view_source=header_icon_nav

Am                     Em
Riverside Café,Saturday evening
G                                D
Every one gathers, a welcoming sight.
Am                             Em
One hundred bikers all gathered together,
G                                 D                          Am~
The engines cry out as they ride through the night.

Am                               Em
You challenge you rival to see who’s the faster,
G                               D
Racing for beer is what its about.
Am                            Em
You drop a coin, in the slot of the jukebox,
G                         D                   Am~
Select your record, then you rush out.

Am                          Em
Ride hell for leather while it is playing,
G                         D
Finish the course, before the song.
Am                           Em
Show to the masses, you are the master,
G                                   D           Am~
Prove to your comrades that you belong.

F                             C
Six-fifty Norton, the smell of black leather,
G                                   F                    Am
The feel of your woman as she holds on tight.
F                                      C
Your knee scrapes the tarmac as you take the corner,
        G                                                    Am ~
You open the throttle, the front wheel goes light.


Am                          Em
Out of the darkness, headlights approaching,
G                                    D
Break and then swerve to avoid the head on.
Am                            Em
One hundred bikers will follow the coffin,
G                                              D            Am~
You’ve proved to your comrades, that you belong.

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(15 replies, posted in Songwriting)

I've  worked  out  the  chords  now  and  will  add them later .

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Nice work Russ I have only heard it so far on my tablet so the sound isn't great for me as I can't hear some of the lyrics but will give it another listen when I can get on the pc

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This is a poem about a place I used to frequent around 1969 /70 a bikers café near Preston well known for road racing at the time. The idea was to select a song on the jukebox set of ride a predetermined course of about 4 miles and get back before the record finished playing (not a good idea ) as the records then were under three mins as a rule.

Riverside Café
by
Graham Windle
©20/08/2014 all rights  reserved

Riverside Café,Saturday evening
Every one gathers, a welcoming sight.
One hundred bikers all gathered together,
The engines cry out as they ride through the night.

You challenge you rival to see who’s the faster,
Racing for beer is what its about.
You drop a coin, in the slot of the jukebox,
Select your record, then you rush out.

Ride hell for leather while it is playing,
Finish the course, before the song.
Show to the masses, you are the master,
Prove to your comrades that you belong.

Six-fifty Norton, the smell of black leather,
The feel of your woman as she holds on tight.
Your knee scrapes the tarmac as you take the corner,
You open the throttle, the front wheel goes light.

Out of the darkness, headlights approaching,
Break and then swerve to avoid the head on.
One hundred bikers will follow the coffin,
You’ve proved to your comrades, that you belong.

Never  kept  chickens  myself  but  I  do  have  a  story .The  guy  who  used  to  do  my  garden in the  UK  lived  quite  close  to  us and  kept  a  few  chickens  ,one  of  which was  a  real bad ass rooster  called Fluffy , All of  Richards  chickens  were  free  to  roam  and  as  we  lived in the middle  of  no  where  there was  no real problems  until  one  day    some  of the  hens  left  home  and  took  up  residence  in my  rabbit  pen ,Fluffy  followed  and  used  to  sit on our back porch waiting  for  the  dog to  come out  of  the  house whereupon he  would  dive  bomb  him   and  make  his  life  a  misery . This  carried  on for  quite  some  time  and  no  matter  how many  times we took  him home  Fluffy  would  always  return  It  always put me  in  mind  of  Weird Al Jankoviches   song. Psycho chicken ,any  way  we  enjoyed  free  eggs  for  a time  until  Richard   left  to  live  in Tighland  .Fluffy   on the  other  hand  was  seen around  the village  for a  number  of  years  working  as  a  free lance  rooster .
Oh  nearly  forgot   Amy   you  have  to  monitor  this  topic  very  closely  as  you  are  the  chick moderator.

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I like this one it reminds me of the place I used to live in the UK when the rain was heavy and the lake in the field would come early to the edge of my garden.really good love it.

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so  may be  the  studio  model is  chambered .

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I  sold  my  les paul   about  7  yrs  ago  found  it  way  too  heavy   but  curiously  the  other  night when I  was  doing  the  sound  for  my  friends I  was  called  up  on stage  to  play a few numbers and  I  used  a  les paul  studio model  this  felt  about   half  the  weight  of  my  old  one .

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Don't give up on this this song could have a great country and western feel to it .The only lyrical changes I would make at the moment would be the removal of the line should have been easy  then it flows a little better at that point. And split  it at Offered to set her free then this  section  would  become  a  chorus  which  is  quite  catchy .
C
Lovin` her was easy
G                   C
Easy as  A  B   C
F
Keepin` her happy was
C                           D
Harder than X   Y   Zee
A#m
Tried to give her a life style
F                   C
Easy as 1   2   3
C
We went through some rough times
G                         C
Offered to set her free

Something  like  this  as  a  chorus   then you  need  to  work  on a  verse  ,hope  it  helps  .

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Thanks for the honest comments ,I knew this would be controversial when I posted this.My emotions were strong when writing and I felt there wasn't another word strong enough in the English language to finish the poem hence the warning at the beginning.

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Recently we had a post discussing the use of  strong  language in songs and  poems, sorry if  this offends any one but I  feel in this case it  warrants the use, so please feel free to insert an appropriate alterative word at the end .

Graham Windle 13 -08-2014 © all rights reserved ...

Slaughter of innocents

You rain down your terror
on people like me
Without rhyme or reason
the whole world can see
My brothers and sisters
die screaming in pain
No one should suffer
for somebody's gain
They say lightening can
never strike the same place
As bolt after bolt
seems to target my place
The innocents perish
the people erased
The meaning of mercy
turned arse about face
Your promises vanish
as quick as pie crust
And memories dissolve
blown away with the dust
All of your words they
appear back to front
It is my opinion
that you are a C**T ...

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(10 replies, posted in Acoustic)

May be there are  suitable  washers  in  a  hardware  store   for  a  few  cents I  scrounged  these  off friends .
The other thing that makes me cringe is when I see guys just plugging their lead in with out first threading it over the strap .The number of times I've seen them step on the lead and pull it out mid solo ..........did it my self a few times till I learned ..lol

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This  shows  the  idea  better

https://fbcdn-sphotos-e-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-xpa1/t1.0-9/1524624_680556805366075_3325009668564121866_n.jpg

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instead  of  strap locks   we  use  the rubber  washer  off  an empty  Grolsh beer bottle   they  just  slip  over  the  strap button and  hold  the  strap  in  place   works  great   cost  nothing . I'll post  a  pic later .

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(17 replies, posted in Chordie's Chat Corner)

Doug  its  all  leading  up  to  the  big  one  at  the  end  of  September   when I  turn 60.

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(17 replies, posted in Chordie's Chat Corner)

Two 5 am finishes last week and they still wanted more.my set didn't even start till 2.30..'....I'm turning nocturnal