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

My youngest loves that programme, I think it was the bulldozers going in and roofs coming off that was doing it for her.

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(2 replies, posted in Poems)

Let Me Buy you a Coffee


Let me buy you a coffee
And you can tell me your pain
It's the fourteenth time I've heard it,
but you can tell me again

By now I know the crisis points
Where you pause for effect
And I sit and nod there sagely
'Cos I know what's comin' next

So you curse the woman up and down.
Her reputation's left in shreds,
How you stopped short of stranglin' her
When you found him in your bed.

I know you can't let go,
But, honey, you look like death.
And I can smell beneath the perfume
This morning's whiskey on your breath.

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(5 replies, posted in Poems)

I understand Il Duce used to have a lady waiting should he get too angry in his meetings.

It calmed him down.

However, Violet is an angry colour, unsettling, irresponsible.

She hit his nose - did she really mean it ?

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(11 replies, posted in Songwriting)

You can delete them ?!

I have dozens of lines, bits, abandonings etc - I daren't delete anything. I still go back over them.

You obviously have a better class of mugger in American - ours don't have credit cards !

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(11 replies, posted in Songwriting)

I like the boats.

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(1 replies, posted in Poems)

Well, there's nothing more to say than this  -  till the next time !


There's more to love than Leviticus


There's more to love than Leviticus
More to passion than a page in a book
And I'd scream in the face of a hurricane
To get back the love you took

There's more to love than that,
More to love than that.


You know I lit you up
Like a fiery Christmas Tree
There's pagan in your veins, girl
When you lay with me.

I guess what troubled you most
Was that you lost control.
The claw marks on my shoulders
Would only stain your soul.


But what's gained by leavin' now
Maybe matronly respect,
Tinsel on your angel wings.
You know you should have stayed.

There's more to life than sainthood,
More than a seat in the choir.
You saying you hated me
Just leaves you the liar.

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(7 replies, posted in Songwriting)

Great stuff !

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(11 replies, posted in Songwriting)

Jody, this is really good.

Getting it onto the page in some kind of order would help, but the juice is there. Well done !

I like the way the story moves forward.

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(12 replies, posted in Songwriting)

Some great guitar work there, Phil.

Have to agree with Lena on the subject matter / setting though.

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(5 replies, posted in Poems)

This came out of a riff - Em - Em(+7) - Em7 - C - Em . The "Exxon Sign" is in hommage to Springsteen. I may change the last verse.


Shot To Hell


There's a stage door
Where we used to meet,
A whiskey bar
Where we'd drink till three
And John the Barman
Used to keep the score

We'd rack up dozens
Night by night
We'd turn their heads
Squeeze them tight
John would get the tally
And add one more

And then I met you
And i was smitten
I met you
And I was broken
I met you
And started lovin'
And my world
Is shot to hell

Now my life is filled
With drink and guns,
Knives and numbers,
Hard bought fun
But John the Barman
Is always wantin' more.

You meet your targets
Pay your dues
I couldn't count on
My time with you
John takings started
Droppin'through the floor -


It isn't working
I have to choose
The love of one woman
Or cash and boose
While John's evil eye says
He won't take no more.

So meet me by
The Exxon sign.
Leave your shoes, girl,
There's no time
Forget John's tally
I'm headin out the door.


Now the dawn's glowin
Across a different land
I'm walkin with you
Across golden sands
Johns never gonna find us, honey
on this foreign shore.

Best thing I ever did
Was look in your eyes
But I'm also glad
That I did decide
To start a little action here
Just like before.


Cos i met you
And I was loaded
I met you
Then I had nothin
Gotta pay for you
And you're always moanin
Yes, my life's
Been shot to hell

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(13 replies, posted in Songwriting)

"Land of the Free and Home of the Broke"

Like the tell it like it is style here.

There are a lot of places could add up to that discription. Wasn't it Kristopherson said, "Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose !"

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(6 replies, posted in Songwriting)

Hi, everyone.

I'm hoping to record this again at the weekend. I'm not happy with the first run through.

I was rather taken with Zurf's recent predicment and wondered "When would you just not want to sleep". And this is the result.

Forget the Chordie chords, the real ones are below the song. Despite the seeming difficulty of their names - these chords are actually very easy to play.




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Cadd9 - 032000   Cadd9 (in the chorus) 032030
Dm7 - 000211
F6/9 - 000011
fm13 - 003230

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(6 replies, posted in Poems)

Very good Lieven !

I find more meaning behind this one, and it's quite physical, as befits a Doctor

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

No - other than i thought the wheel of life was similar to the Dharma Chakra.

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

We have friends and family around - started at 4 pm around 4 hours ago. We'll see the new year in with some fine Irish whiskey. Funny we're having chilli too - and a half side of salmon. Must swop recipes, Mekidsmom.

Then it's off on another turn on the wheel of life - guess you have that in India, Krishanu ?

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(3 replies, posted in Poems)

Cerveza and bread.

Sounds like a mexican gangster movie !

Reminds me of a friend, long gone from us, who loved cream buns with Guinness.

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(6 replies, posted in Poems)

Cheers Tee.

Added another verse -

Rough and ready that's just me,
The only thing I really need.
I'll get my hat and take your name.
Rough and Ready
Sure and steady
Lady, you wont call  for me again

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(6 replies, posted in Poems)

Cheers all.

Daddy, C&W works for me too!

Hope you won't mind if I give James Dean a miss, Lena.

Phil, I'm gonna put on the Eagles tomorrow and see what flows -good call!

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(6 replies, posted in Poems)

I've had those three words written down in a lyrics notebook for about 6 months. This finally fell into place this morning.


Rough and Ready.


You hired me for the summer season
Back in 82
Me a kid of 18 years
Lean and lonely
Tall and bony
Wanderin' where the west wind blew

Now I can't help the hard skin on my hands.
Can't help the wind-burn on my arms.
Can't help the oil smears on my clothes
Can't help the fact you know
That I can't help the love that grows
For you.

And I have worked your rich, green pastures,
Drained your meadow land
Built you barns and planted orchards
Green and lovely,
Land of plenty
Nurtured by these two strong hands

It was you first called me Rough and Ready
Now that's become my name
Town and Country call me that-
Rough and Ready
Sure and steady
Yet you will scarcely shake my hand.


Lady I can't wait forever
Seems love don't grow like corn.
I'll have to  find a bag to pack
Cos lean and lonely,
Tall and bony
Rough and Ready's moving on

Rough and ready that's just me

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(6 replies, posted in Poems)

Thanks for the thoughtful comments.

I suppose we all think of parents and grandparents around this time of year. Sad, but golden memories, watching your own slow down just as you watched your parents watch their parents slow down.

Been thinking a lot about family lately. The 1911 census of Ireland has just been released ( http://www.census.nationalarchives.ie/ ) and I went rummaging around to find my grandparents - which I did. That lead to a dip into family history which culminated in a trip to Rossinver in Lietrim and a visit to my Great-great-great grandfather's house which now stands in ruins overlooking Lough Melvin.

I've cracked the melody for this, and I'm working on the lyrics again for a better fit.

Hope you all had a spirited Xmas - I did !

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(9 replies, posted in Songwriting)

Hi Phil,

This would fit well into any one of the dozens of Your Top 100 Xmas songs CDs about at the minute.  Especially the chorus !

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(0 replies, posted in Poems)

Jimi Hendrix Chewed my Ears


I found Jimi
One long dark country night
When the airwaves over Belfast
Suddenly caught alight.

Now my hearin's all but shot,
Can't hear my children talk
A speaker aganist each ear
That's what started the rot


Don't blame me , Lady
It's as bad as it appears,
Cos a Voodoo Chile sucked out my brain
While jimi Hendrix chewed my ears



All Along the Watchtower
St Elmo's fire, it glowed
And the Crosstown Traffic
Meant the cock, it wouldn't crow

My Red House it burnt down,
My ear drums beat retreat
When Jimi's little wing,
She began to bleat.



I flew into a purple haze
When i couldn't get a fix,
On that stereo switch,
Peace in Missisippi mix.

If i have to ask you twice
What you said to me,
Well it's all jimi's fault.
He did that you see.

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(24 replies, posted in Songwriting)

Hi Russ and Phil,

loved this! I'm not getting into any old chat about mixes and sounds - my hearing is sparse at the best of times. See the poem post.

Also talking about Sex and drugs and Rock and Roll - apparently there's a movie about Ian Dury ( and the Blockheads) coming out in January. It is supposed to be excellent with a real seventies feel.

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(6 replies, posted in Poems)

Just trying to keep my hand in while the building work comes to an end ( maybe this week, maybe next ! Builders !)


I can Feel the Frost Come.

I can feel the frost come.
Like I can feel there's something wrong,
I can feel the cold night
Whle it's still warm, while it's still bright.
And I know just to look at you
That somethin' sure ain't right.

I watch you workin'
Away on down in the valley below.
See tiredness in your movement
Tryin' to catch the breathe you spent
I know just to look at you
That you need time to mend.

But there's no-one else.
None to lift the burden high.
The kids are all now up and gone,
The draught horse all but halt and done.
I know just to look at you
You won't close that gate for long.

Fences won't mend themselves,
Fallen walls succumb to moss
And latches on the byre door rust,
While you do just the things you must.
Sometimes the firewood takes all day
Yet lies in ashes in the morning mist.

And here's the hand I offered you
Warm beneath the saddle blanket
And there's the sass and pride that burnt
Across your face when help you spurned.
The land is mine when you are gone.
You thought I held your shroud, and turned.