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Cotton
Ken Punshon & Chris Pyam (2010)
[Harness frames and heddles dress the warp thread up and down
Then neatly through the open shed the weft is quickly wound
Hear the shuttle clacking, whizzing to and fro
Carrying the bobbins where they need to go]
Weaving in the farmhouse with wool and flax and silk
Sold pieces to the chapman, or someone of that ilk
The waters in the vallies flowed so pure and clean
Then John Lombe stole the secret of water powered machines
Soaking up the rivers between the rolling hills
The rhythm of the farm turned to dark satanic mills
Sky with soot was darkening from coal producing steam
The hot oil and the cotton fluff, the looms did thump and scream
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The scutcher cleaned the bales and thus the lap was made
Reduced the tex through carding, to give a constant grade
Then doubling of the fibres was done on draw frame
Using several carders the output stayed the same
Sometimes there was combing to enhance the quality
As output of this process a twisted rope we'd see
The sliver then was thinned by up to three speed frames
Via slubbing and the inter, the rovin finally came
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To finish off the spinning the mule and then the ring
Stretched the yarn and twisted then wound on a bobbin
The mule came from the jenny moving forth and back
As carriages moved forward, they left a narrow gap
Through it moved the spinners and the piecers mending threads
The doffers handled cops, the noise inside their heads
Then came the ring frame tenters from Arkwright's water frame
Working ever faster, the noise was just the same
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The yarn came from the spinning and upon the cones was wound
Or taper sized the warper's beam to ensure the thread was sound
The drawers and the reachers fed the eyelet with the thread
Picking stick hit shuttle with a noise to break your head
Tacklers checked the loomers and set up warps afresh
While all the while with pounding noise (the) warp and weft did mesh
Back and forth the weavers went, competing with the loom
Iron clogs on wooden floor beating out the tune
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How Many Coffees
Ken Punshon & Chris Pyam (2010)
How many coffees will it take
To wake me on this morn
As I sit here
Looking at the dawn
The kettle is a boiling, and bubbling away
To make a cup of coffee for opening the day
How many red lights will there be
To slow my route to you
As I pon-der
What I need to do
The question is beguiling, it ate away all night
Having to consider, is it worth a fight
How many more heated words
To pass between us two
As we ar-gue
About my need for you
You say you don't want marriage, you want to stay alone
Should have told me earlier, how could I have known
How many hours can it last
Welcome this reprieve
Won-der why I'm
Eager to believe
Invite you out to dinner, intend to have a drink
Then with some discussion, I hope you will re-think
How many courses did we eat
Talking all the while
Your ar-gu-ments
Sometimes made me smile
Despite the lack of progress, I'll give it one last chance
I'm still a great believer in the spirit of romance
How many coffees will it take
Sitting in this cafe
I look at you
Looking back at me
Nothing more to savour, nothing more to say
{Slow}
As I slowly realise we'll go our separate ways
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Flotsam
Ken Punshon & Chris Pyam (2010)
Walking 'cross the marshes
Towards the glistening sea
Watching all the skylarks
Thinking what could be
Claw prints in the mud flats
From crabs that scuttle there
Hunting small crustacea
For their daily fare
The gravel and the shingle, Rock in tidal swell
The mermaid's purse is stranded, Where the high tide fell
Great plans, inspirations , Slowly come to light
Storm clouds hide the detail, Of aspirations' flight
A disused pub to landward, Behind the sandy dunes
Still echoes in the salt air, With rousing shanty tunes
There a rusting ferry, Abandoned lobster pots
Piled against the beach hut, Itself been left to rot
Martello tower to seaward, Beyond the sandy ness
Once repelled invaders, Now merely a bird's nest
A line of upturned rowboats, With fishing nets forlorn
Just like their trawler cousins, Do their menders mourn
Danger, keep out, the warning, At the entrance to the pier
People no longer welcome, To go walking here
Solitary lifebelt, Draped in brown seaweed
Now with noone swimming, There scarcely seems a need
Walking 'cross the marshes, Towards the glistening sea
Watching all the skylarks, Thinking what could be
Out across the bay, The boats are heading in
They sail off to their harbour, Think what might have bin
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Centurion
Ken Punshon & Chris Pyam (2013)
Legions three, we built this wall
Stretched across the land
And now as freezing snowflakes fall
To guard it here we stand
Always watching to the North
Looking for the tribes
Waiting lest they sally forth
With their warlike cries
In the foggy half-light the tribesmen appear
From behind an earthen wall
The battle is furious, the blood running free
Everywhere bodies are sprawled
The Brigantes are coming
From over the hill
They're searching for Romans,
Roman centurions to kill
For a while did Antonine, Hold another wall
For ten long years it marked the line, Then backwards we did fall
The hills are bare, the outlook bleak, In this frozen realm
And all the while the natives seek, Rome to overwhelm
The Irish and Saxons, the Picts and the Gaels
Harass on every side
We drive them back, time and again
But they will not be denied
And when our defences
At last they gave way
It ended the eagle
At the end of the Roman day
Standing here upon the hill, Feeling cold winds blow
Something else our spirit chills, Makes our blood to slow
Ghosts still walk these ramparts tall, In the dead of night
Echoes of the bugle's call, Echoes of the fights
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Beyond (95)
Ken Punshon & Chris Pyam (2012)
To sail beyond the sunset, to live within the dream
Looking back at memories, of things that might have been
To dance inside aurora, (and) walk within the breeze
Gazing down with interest, across the long centuries
To bask within the lightning, (and) swim within the storm
Fly across the ravaged skies, as the clouds are torn
To paddle in volcanoes, and surf the lava flow
Dice then with the quanta, and weave the flakes of snow
To face the hurly burly of a desert sandstorm cloud
Then gaze upon the turmoil of the supernova's shroud
To gain illumination from the forest fire ablaze
And listen to the music of the searing cosmic rays
To rock and roll with earthquakes, (to) rage with tsunami
Twirling with tornados, making whirlpools in the sea
To sniff the black hole's odour, then hear the quasar's cry
Glide upon the solar wind, fast across the sky
To sail beyond the sunset, dig in the sands of time
Imagine what might be there, the universe sublime
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Starry Eyed
Ken Punshon & Chris Pyam (2010)
Stare up at the stars, and with your mind's eye
Imagine the wonders described
The nebulae, white dwarfs, and binary stars
With galaxies both far and wide
Consider our sun, with its planets, their moons
The asteroids, comets, and rings
The earth in the middle of a celestial sphere
Surrounded by beautiful things
Here on the earth, the abundance of life
Variations of colour and size
The myriad ways that life can turn out
Continues causing surprise
Even one species, different colours and hues
A spectrum of behaviours and traits
The really odd thing is that somewhere out there
For everyone a partner awaits
So now that I've found you, look straight in my face
And see all the stars in my eyes
Discover the animal that's under my skin
The passion with which my heart flies
This moment in time that the union is made
The universe created a-gain
A different perspective now in my mind
Things can't ever be quite the same
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Fragments (05)
Ken Punshon 2009
Fragments of tunes
Swirl in my head
Snatches of words
As I lie in my bed
Somewhere in there
I think there's a song
But what I don't know
Is why it's taking so long
For hours at a time
I spin the words round
Again and again
To get the right sound
Quick as a flash
The words start to flow
They all tumble out
But how I don't know
Next there's the tune
Needs some work done
Having two voices
Sounding like one
Finally it's over
The song is all clear
Then after a while
Some more words appear
Then when I listen
And play the song through
Suddenly I hear
What I need to do
Make some small changes
I must have been blind
But now I can't get it
Out of my mind
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Don't You Know
Ken Punshon/Chris Pyam 2009
[Don't you know
All the things that you make
Happen in my heart
Don't you know
All the pain it can cause
When we're apart]
So how can I tell that it's over
Is there something that gives it away
Does the fact that you're leaving tomorrow
Mean that we still have today
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If I told you again that I love you
Would that make you want to stay
Or is it true that it's all over
And that you are going away
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We've been together now for years
But going nowhere or so it seems
I don't understand what is happening
Can you tell me what this all means
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Oh what on earth caused this to happen
Is someone taking you from me
After you've gone life will be empty
What sort of future will there be
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{no delay}
[Can't you say
What caused this to happen
To my heart
I don't know
How on earth I'll survive
Now we're apart]
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Whirlygig
Ken Punshon 2009
Whirlygig, roundabout, don't know what's hit me
Can't quite keep my feet on the floor
Spacing out, freaking out, writing this ditty
Can't stop thinking 'bout the girl I adore.
Will she come, won't she come, love her so dearly
I don't know what is happening to me
There she is, no it's not, I can't see clearly
Got it so bad that I can't even see
Here she is, look at her, simply quite stunning
How come she wants to go out with me
Will it last, can it last, my heart is humming
This is the way that life really should be
Where'd she go, why'd she go, she left so quickly
Left my broken heart on the floor
Where am I, what am I, now I'm so sickly
Feeling bad since she walked out the door
Whirlygig, roundabout, don't know what hit me
Another girl just walked through that door
Spacing out, freaking out, she's very pretty
Don't remember that last girl anymore.
Don't remember that last girl anymore.
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Trapped Inside
Chris Pyam & Ken Punshon 2009
Tell me where that small child went
Trapped inside, trapped inside
Tell me where that small child went
Trapped inside
Tell me why that youth is all
Mixed inside, mixed inside
Tell me why that youth is all
Mixed inside
That small child's a parent now
Look inside, look inside
That small child's a parent now
Look inside
The adult's now a grandparent
Young inside, young inside
The adult's now a grandparent
Young inside
That old man is still a child
Deep inside, deep inside
That old man is still a child
Deep inside
Tell me where that small child went
Here inside, here inside
Tell me where that small child went
Here inside
Why must we always be
Trapped, inside, trapped inside
Why must we always be
Trapped inside
One day we'll fly away
Get outside, get outside
One day we'll fly away
To the great outside
One day we'll fly away
Get outside, get outside
One day we'll fly away
To the great outside
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Ghost Dance (12)
Ken Punshon & Chris Pyam (2009)
[Well I want you
And I need you
Won't you stay a little while with me
I can't see you
But I feel you
How on earth can that poss'bly be]
When we met dear
In La Bocca
We were dancing for the whole night through
Didn't know then
What would happen
How I'd become obsessed with you
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Dreams of future
Of us together
Cruelly vanished in the light of day
crime of passion
Or so they called it
When he came and took your life away
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Died too quickly
Couldn't save you
As your blood poured across the floor
I avenged you
When I found him
Killed him slowly at his open door
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Then they took me
As I stood there
Locked me up within a dingy cell
Found me guilty
Of his murder
Consigned me to a living hell
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Now I'm trembling
But not with passion
There are thoughts that hide within my brain
Come tomorrow
I'll be with you
So tonight I need to dance again
Will you stay here
Keep me company
Because tonight I need to dance again.
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Biscuit Tin
Ken Punshon (2009)
[Searching in the biscuit tin, looking for ideas
Because the crumbs of comfort are music to my ears
Can I navigate or find the route I have designed
I have a score to settle and certain things in mind]
Patterns on the outside, a key inside the top
Giving us accompaniment to which we surely bop
Certainly a resonance coming from the tin
Maybe this assortment will allow me to begin
If music be the food of love, then biscuits must be too
So if you eat enough of them the music will feed you
Slowly pick the currants out and place them on the staves
Tasty music made this way, everyone will crave
First I look at rock and roll, cake and fig that is
But that's no good, so think about the use of digestives
A wagon wheel presents itself, it's not yet fallen off
The idea has been done before; the wheel I'll have to scoff
Sea shanties do come to mind, with sight of dog biscuits
Then quickly I am moving on for I cannot risk it
What about a melody that sticks inside the head
No I cannot find it, just a pack of old crisp bread
The music of the spheres, the lyrics of your dreams
Surely they will be revealed, just after custard creams
From a garibaldi, I see a light fandango
But after Alfajores, it turns into a tango
I'm searching for a cracker, a tune whose memory lingers
But for now can only find, seven chocolate fingers
Coming to the ginger crunch, have I made a song
Or should I throw my hand in, and have a small bourbon
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Nature Song
Chris Pyam (2009/10)
Bees buzzing lazily gathering pollen
Ready to make their sweet honey for all
Insects are humming, the field mouse is running,
Scurrying frantically through the grass tall
Flowers are blooming and gently they're swaying,
Soft gentle breezes are warming the day
Trickling waterfalls, splashing so sweetly
Birds hop and dance in the water's fine spray
Tired dog sleeping, and cat slowly creeping
Hoping to pounce on his prey in the grass
But overhead, peering, the kestrel is leering
No one can match him, he swoops down so fast
Over the pond now the dragonflies hover
Rituals of courtship forever performed
The blackbird sings shrill and calls out to his lover
He will be faithful to their own newborn
Hedgehog with prickly spine shuffles and snuffles
Slowly he makes his way over the ground
Eating up insects and all he can find there
Making the most of the bounty he's found
The squirrel bounds in and out through trees and bushes
Quick as a flash she is up and away
Gathering hazelnuts fresh and new fallen
Storing up treasures for cold winter days
Now march the regiments over the molehills
An army of frogs now all croaking in song
Columns of green and brown webbed feet displaying
Hopping and dancing they make for the pond
Soft falls the gentle rain, dried in a moment
Out comes the rainbow to colour the sky
All of rich life displayed here in the garden
Captured in time and space never to die
Captured in time and space never to die
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Wagon Train (21)
Chris Pyam & Ken Punshon (2009)
In the 1840s, some families moving west, created a wagon train
They banded together for mutual assistance, rolling across the plains
George Donner and James Reed, their wagons numbered nine, set off from Illinois
Little did they know that the hardships ahead, their wagon train would destroy
They stayed at Independence for two days in May then met with a larger troop.
For two months they followed the California Trail, travelling with this group
At Little Sandy River, now in Wyoming, they met up with several more
They decided to take the "Hastings Cutoff"; that was a fatal flaw
Now eighty seven strong they headed to Fort Bridger, where the new route commenced
Not knowing that the problems laying in their path would be immense
Hardships in the Mountains, and across the Great Salt Desert, over which they prevailed
At the end of September, near modern Elko, they rejoined the major trail
The shortcut had taken them over three weeks more than if they hadn't strayed
They met further setbacks along the Humboldt River, adding to the delays
At the end of October, in the Sierra Nevada, they found their path blocked by snow
Demoralized, they were forced to camp, but supplies were running low
Remaining oxen slaughtered, but still there wasn't meat, for so many mouths to feed
In a last ditch attempt, fifteen set off through the snow, in response to the need
{slight break}
Through the raging blizzard, running out of food, this party continued to tread
Caught without shelter, when seven of them died, the rest started eating the dead
After a month all the women and two men had reached the mountains' western side
The Californians rallied to save the camp; four rescue parties would be tried
The first relief found fourteen were dead, but they managed to rescue twenty one
When the second relief arrived the following week, cannibalism had begun
They took seventeen away with them, leaving just fourteen behind
The following month when the third team arrived only nine could they find
Saving four children meant five adults left, waiting for relief number four
One man alive when they arrived; Louis Keseberg but none more.
The ill fated route that the Donner party blazed was used again the very next year
And for twenty more to get to Salt Lake City, by the Mormon pioneers
Of eighty seven people nearly half of them had died from that disastrous train
Today in memory, many parts of the trail still carry the Donner name
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Civilisation
Ken Punshon (2009)
Just what is civilisation
This thing that's marching on
With nation fighting nation
World ticking like a bomb
No matter what the problem
The answers are the same
Just kill, destroy, or slaughter
Perhaps, this time, just maim
The answer has been given
Time and time a-gain
The same from all religions
It's peace within His name
But many will not listen to
Religion or to sense
Rather than work together
They fire across the fence
Don't try to solve the problems
Or to communicate
Just go ahead with violence
To spread the fear and hate
So how can we ever change
If indeed we want
To chase away this spectre
That the world does haunt
We can help by making friends
And pass the message on
Tell of the understanding
That can be found in song
Tell them of the joys of life
The fun of harmony
Not only in the music
But for people who are free
Try to work together
To ease the pains of life
Much better create solutions
Than resort to strife
Look at this wonderful world
The one in which we live
A little help and charity
Is that too much to give?
Look at this wonderful world
The one in which we live
A little help and charity
Is that too much to give?
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Twirling
Ken Punshon (2009)
Shimmering aurora, sparkling stars
North wind is chilling, come from afar
Twinkling icicles, hang from the trees
Winter is gripping, from here to the sea
Glistening snow flurries, whipped up by the breeze
Mirrors of ice, as the lakes freeze
The heavy stillness, here in the air
Leads me to wonder, just how and where
A comet parading, across the sky
Full moon gleaming, up there on high
Orion is standing, down to the south
Breath is freezing, around my mouth
Then comes the cloud, new twirlings of snow
Strong winds are causing, the blizzards to blow
Nuggets of ice lodged, here in my hair
Lead me to wonder, just how and where
Now I am scudding, across the seas
Racing in front of, the strengthening breeze
Watching the clouds, bring on the rain
Thinking what happened, again and again
Water cascades the deck, and then runs off
As the boat crests, and dips in the troughs
Sparkling wavelets, curving round the bow
Lead me to wonder, just where and how
Lead me to wonder, just where and how
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Jigsaw Puzzle (27)
Ken Punshon & Chris Pyam (2010)
[Gazing at the picture, just trying to find a way
To figure out the puzzle, one piece every day
Cannot count the pieces, some puzzles are quite small
But size doesn't matter, if the puzzle does en-thrall]
Starting with a corner, an edge to give aline
Looking at the box lid, to save a bit of time
Slowly moving inwards, following a road
Dodging round the obstacles where progress can be slowed
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First I do the simple bits, the colours are quite clear
Then try those I cannot solve, no matter how I peer
I keep on looking back now, across those early bits
Looking for some clue on how, the rest of it all fits
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Often there are funny bits that don't make sense
Some can make you nervous, or feeling quite in-tense
Pieces double sided, your progress may retard
Be sure to handle them with care, always be on guard
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Struggling with the blue bits, put them on one side
If you can't avoid them then take them in your stride
Sometimes there are hard bits, where nothing seems to fit
But surely I'll get through them, if I show some grit
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Looking at the sky for clues, to cope with tessellations
Trying to find a way to handle all of the frustrations
Over in the corner I see a guiding star
But how much should I trust it, do I want to go that far
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When at last it's finished, I see it at the end
The picture just about makes sense, or so I can pretend
Though contrasting colours maybe cause some pain
I'm sure that given half a chance I'd do it all again
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Size doesn't matter, if the puzzle does en thrall
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Bar Games (30)
Ken Punshon & Chris Pyam (2010)
She was standing in a wine bar, dressed from head to toe
In Prada from her sponsor, the cost she didn't know
Looking round the dance floor, a young man caught her eye
Emboldened by the cocktail, she thought she'd have a try
Strolling to his table, she started with the line
Sorry to disturb you, but do you have the time?
If you have the money, he quipped as his reply
(Thinking rather smugly, that he was a funny guy)
Of course I have the money, was her quick retort
But my mother always told me, to try before I bought
Besides, when you consider the nature of my ways
I think it is more likely you'll be the one to pay
There is a special offer, buy one get one free
Because it is the happy hour, my friend could come with me
Warming to the banter, he suggested that she should sit
So that they could both enjoy the repartee and wit
They talked some more together, and soon had exchanged names
She told him she loved crosswords and intellectual games
He admitted predilection for darts and dominoes
And frequent games of pool to keep him on his toes
She had a love of bridge and chess, backgammon and mah jhong
He for one armed bandits and karaoke song
Reacting to this discourse, he thought he'd try his luck
Never realising he was going to come unstuck
He suggested that she should come upstairs and play
She nodded in acceptance, she'd let him have his way
Thinking it was Christmas, his face creased in a smile
Little did he know, he'd be paying in a while
They left the bar together, going to her room
Neither coule envisage that the end was coming soon
Thus it was that something that started as a lark
Ended with them playing murder in the dark
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Lost
Chris Pyam & Ken Punshon (2010)
The playground it is closing now
Everybody's going back home
But one little boy is still left there
In the dark all alone
He's been held there for many years now
Trapped forever down in the park
And his body is buried there somewhere
With his soul in the dark
[Continuing to wander
No longer afraid
Bitterly remembering
Resenting that past day]
He'd been playing on the roundabout
While his mother fondly looked on
She was distracted but for a moment
She looked back, he was gone
Lured away by a stranger
Tempted by the promise of sweets
So he followed them to the bushes
To his winding sheet
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Searchers never found the body
Nor did they know who had done
Such an awful deed; for his parents
Are loooking still for their son
Now he searches throughout the night
Just to find someone that he knows
But if by chance someone should see him
Will they run, will they go
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Drifting, floating in isolation
Not understanding why he's not seen
Disappearing then as the dawn comes
Next night same routine
Still he's trying to right the wrong now
That prevented him growing old
Not realising that he's not there, and
For him the bell's tolled
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Elemental (34)
Chris Pyam & Ken Punshon (2010)
The torches spark the faggots
Lighting up the pyre
The flames are all around me
I melt in rising fire
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The pain that really hurts me
Is the one within my heart
Knowing that forever
We must stay apart
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Bubbles slowly rising
Towards the air above
I still don't know what happened
To the one I love
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Falling through the atmosphere
Towards the solid ground
My mouth shouts out in horror
I cannot hear a sound
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Trapped within a cavern
Hidden 'neath the earth
Wondering if this pennance
Will our love rebirth
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Once again I'm travelling
This time in outer space
I turn and look behind me
And there I see your face
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Then with sudden shudder
I wake up from my dream
The reality that surrounds me
Is not just what it seems
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Odyssey (35)
Chris Pyam & Ken Punshon 2010
Sailing round the islands, across a glittering sea
Drinking lots of wine, remembering you with me
The birds are swooping round me, searching for some food
I'm trapped in contemplation; a melancholy mood
Before we left the harbour, you met me on the dock
And what you had to tell me, caused a massive shock
You said you'd not come with me, to cruise around these isles
That you intend to leave me, and take away our child
You knew I couldn't stay there, to try and change your mind
My duty it was calling, and you were left behind
So now I stand here thinking, of things that are in store
Of how on earth I'll face them, without the one I adore
For my problems they are Trojan, not all to do with you
But now you leave me grieving, when I must lead the crew
Maybe I'll solve the problem, if I get a horse
For the size that I'll be needing, it must be wood of course
One thing that is likely, if a horse I do employ
I'll surely get much pleasure, from victory over Troy
Then a warm taverna, sun setting on the sea
Will provide the perfect ending, to this odyssey
{Hum last line to finish}
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Relativity (36)
Ken Punshon & Chris Pyam (2010)
The helix is rotating, colours often change
Twisted round together, but far apart, how strange
A crystal tube contains them, the limit of their scope
Outside this frame of reference, they would blindly grope
A gnawing agitation irritates two threads
Whatever can deter them, nothing - steam ahead
Shadows of reflections, point and counterpoint
The subtle interactions, now somewhat disjoint
Beware, a cusp approaches - the colours growing bright
Sadly for both instances, they're spoiling for a fight
The maelstrom engages, is it just a summer squall
Perhaps this time more serious, the writing on the wall
The flare is incandescent, heartfelt words exchanged
Accusations stated, characters harangued
Transient phenomena briefly light the scene
Then just as quickly vanish, just as never been
Slowly the pulsations settle into sync
Cessation of hostilities gives them time to think
The after-shock then hits them, passions flare anew
With distorted vision, the grudges will accrue
Reconciliation might have come from talk
But now there's separation, and disparate paths to walk
Special relativity once had been their goal
But now there's time dilation due to the black hole.
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BBQ (37)
Ken Punshon & Chris Pyam 2010
[Barbeque, drink some wine, Have good fun, have a good time
Barbeque, drink some wine, Especially if the weather's fine]
The day dawns clear, and the sky is bright, The family barbeque is planned
The adults prepare, to get it right, Kids already playing in the sand
Clear the patio and place the seats, Get the table laid
Light the barbeque, let it heat, Make sure music's played
[]
Beefburgers and chicken wings, Meaty feast this afternoon
What a surprise, the telephone rings, Some more friends are coming soon
Six more adults, and their kids, Do we have the room
Plenty of booze, but heaven forbid, That all the food's consumed
[]
Raid the freezer, quick defrost, Lots more belly pork
In the kitchen salad's tossed, While we're removing corks
Pounds of sausages, some merguez, Plenty of crisps and dips
Lots to eat at this soiree, Even got some chips
[]
Now at last they are all here, Thirtyfive or more
Settle down, have some beer, But is that someone at the door?
Settle down start to eat, Let the fun begin
Just a minute, is that sleet, We all start clearing, rushing in
[]
Carry the barbeque through the house, Into the garage
Get black looks from the spouse, Going to need a heart massage
Finally, they've all gone home, Or some just fallen asleep
My inebriated brain does roam, Whose barbeque is it next week
[] x2
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The Time Has Come (50)
Ken Punshon & Chris Pyam (2010)
[When the time comes, when the time comes
Eagerly waiting for when the time comes]
While but a child I made up my mind
That as I grew older great wealth would I find
Thus with this clear goal always in mind
Constantly thinking 'when the time comes'
[]
Made my first million by the age of nineteen
An entrepreneur like me you've never seen
But beginning to wonder, what does it all mean
Still I was thinking 'when the time comes'
[]
Then when I met her it all fell in place
The reason for being, for both time and space
Determined to have her, so I gave chase
All the while thinking 'when the time comes'
[]
An affair with another, conducted in stealth
Finally she left me and took all my wealth
I know my revenge will be bad for their health
Again I am thinking 'when the time comes'
[]
Finally I caught them, her protests were shrill
Begging and pleading their blood not to spill
But always I've been there, in at the kill
At last I was thinking 'now the time comes'
[]
Now that I stand here, my eyes on the rope
And picture the thought of it tight round my throat
After all that has happened, I've given up hope
For I'm no longer waiting for when the time comes
[When the time comes, when the time comes
No longer waiting for when the time comes
When the time comes, when the time comes
No longer waiting for when the time comes]
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Maypole
Chris Pyam & Ken Punshon (2010)
Since pagan days on May the first, those with German roots
Joyfully did the summer greet and with a pole salute
Made from acer maple, from hawthorn, or from birch
The symbolism's very clear, no need for much research
[Weave the ribbon back and forth, and then the DNA
Come join with us to celebrate the opening of May
To summertime, to summertime, when the days are long
We celebrate the joys of life, with dancing and with song]
The Commonwealth did stop the fun for nearly two decades
But soon a restoration came of Maypoles and parades
Festooned with flowers, coloured painted, draped in greenery
The girls' straw bands, their posies and ribboned hair you'd see
[]
Girls would wash their faces clean in early morning dew
And houses decked with flowers 'fore dawn good luck would accrue
In the North on Garland Day, Goslings would be tricked
And maidens dream of their true love if seven flowers they'd picked
[]
Padstow's had the 'Obby 'Oss from (the) 14th century
Where Mr. Rickard's still caroused by mayers plentifully
With bluebells and forget-me-nots, and cowslips all ablaze
The dancing and (the) celebrations last throughout the day
[Weave the ribbon back and forth, and then the DNA
Come join with us to celebrate the opening of May
To summertime, to summertime, when the days are long
We celebrate the joys of life, with dancing and with song
To summertime, to summertime, when the days are long
We celebrate the joys of life, with dancing and with song]
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Priorities (53)
Ken Punshon & Chris Pyam (2010)
[Get your priorities right, my father used to tell me
Sometimes several times a day
Just let them think, that they're right
No matter what they do(ing), no matter what they say]
Strive for success, (but) don't fall in love with money
To family and your friends be true
Try to a-void violence; and do unto others
As you'd have them do unto you
Always ask the question, why on earth is that then
When you're thinking 'bout something new
Evaluate your options, making a decision, but
To your priorities be true
[]
Make the most of chances, even unexpected
But check a gift horse always has its teeth
If it's too good to be true, it's probably a lie
You must suspend your belief
Things might not always be quite as you expected
Keep questing to try and understand
When you have a problem, keep searching for the answer
Until the solution you command
[]
Dad became quite learn-ed, and had a way of thinking
Of looking at things slightly from one side
This different perspective came in very useful
For taking the unusual in his stride
Since my boyhood years my constant motivation
Has been to understand the reason why
Constantly striving to try and ensure that
The correct priorities apply
[Get your priorities right, my father used to tell me
Sometimes several times a day
Just let them think, that they're right
No matter what they do(ing), no matter what they say
Get your priorities right, my father used to tell me
Sometimes several times a day]
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Out Beyond The Tower
Chris Pyam/Ken Punshon 2010
Spitalfields and Whitechapel, Wapping, Bethnal Green
The old East End of London, the darkest place you've seen
Limehouse, Stepney, and Mile End; the Isle of Dogs, and Bow
Poplar, Blackwall, Shadwell Docks, and Millwall as you know
[Out beyond The Tower, Out beyond The Tower
The East End of London, Out beyond The Tower]
In the 19th century, as industry had grown
Many working people had come to call it home
The docks stretched east from Tower Bridge, down along the Thames
To dirty, odorous industries these workers were condemned
A tight-knit-lipped community, out towards the east
With glue works and the breweries, their sickly stink of yeast
To keep the gentry's noses clean the factories built downwind
Avoiding soap vats, rendering, the pure for tanners skins
People lived their squalid lives with drunkeness and crime
Between the bridges and cul-verts, the maze of railway lines
Robbery, rape, and violence; gangs that ruled the streets
A breeding ground for criminals, iniquity, deceit
[]
Behind the high brick walls and palings dockers plied their trade
While outside, the prostitutes, a 'healthy' living made
Thoroughfares were filthy, and oft unlit at night
Many drunkards from the pubs were spoiling for a fight
Wave and wave of immigrants enriched the human stew
Each successive tide in time, has aimed to pass on through
Protestant church for Huguenots, Irish Catholics came along
It later was a synagogue, and now sings Islaam's song
[]
Now the Isle of Dogs has changed, become Canary Wharf
Where bastions of finance their su-rround-ings do dwarf
A sparkling new marina made from St. Katharine's dock
Trendy folk in Spitalfields are selling posh new frocks
[Out beyond The Tower, Out beyond The Tower
Everything is changing now, Out beyond The Tower
Out beyond The Tower, Out beyond The Tower
The East End of London, Out beyond The Tower]
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Farming (65)
Chris Pyam & Ken Punshon (2010)
Farmer Jones spent his young days
Learning about the country's ways
He'd bunk off school to have some fun
Marching the fields with his father's gun
Walking dogs and chasing cats
Fishing the beck and catching sprats
Swatting flies and killing rats
Out in the fields
[There are many things that farmers do
Out in the fields
But some they'll not be telling you
Out in the fields]
As he grew he learned his trade
Then from the farm his living made
Rarely had the time for fun
He worked all hours in rain and sun
Guided the plough and scattered seed
Watered (the) earth and removed the weed
Crops and cattle he would feed
Out in the fields
[]
His life was hard with little fun
He persevered for his wife and sons
Some days disturbed, his spirits sunk
He'd wander off, get stinking drunk
Then he'd come back to work somehow
Nursing his sore head for hours
Morosely sitting on the plough
Out in the fields
[]
One day he found a local girl
And laid with her, his heart aswirl
Frolics there in the sun
Youth recalled, unbridled fun
She said to him now marry me
He said to her that cannot be
For I've a wife and children three
Out in the fields
[]
On hearing this she was distressed
For recompense she then did press
Pay me or I'll tell your wife
He struck her once and took her life
So that's now where this girl does lay
Buried in the sodden clay
Doubtless rues that fateful day
Out in the fields
[]
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Tea Clipper (68)
Ken Punshon & Chris Pyam (2010)
[Cast off for'ard cast off aft
Weigh the anchor chain
Race the tide to open sea
Unfurl the sails to catch the wind
Cast off for'ard cast off aft
We're bound for distant shores]
Clear Lizard Point and then our craft's
Tacking 'cross the main
Make good speed in fair Biscee
A record run the mate opined
(Clear) Lizard Point and then our craft's
Bound for distant shores
[]
In high spirits we sang and laughed
Past the coast of Spain
A storm approached near Cape Verdi
The gale increased the sail we trimmed
In high spirits we sang and laughed
Bound for distant shores
[]
Storm so fierce it drove us past
And set the crew a prayin'
All thoughts now gone of China tea
Just wondering when we'd have to swim
Storm so fierce it drove us past
Bound for distant shores
[]
Now sitting here upon a raft
Thirst is driving minds insane
Pondering now just what will be
Wondering what is Nature's whim
Now sitting here upon a raft
Bound for distant shores
[]
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Look At Me Now (73)
Ken Punshon & Chris Pyam
[Look at me now, now that you've left me
Look at me now, you've gone and distressed me
You've left me alone
You said you'd outgrown me
All on my own
Just look at me now]
Standing, in the early morning sun
Preparing for what's gotta be done
Counting, the seconds away
Leaving, leaving today
Steaming, just trying to keep cool
Fuming, about it all
Igniting, with passion commence
Flaring, vitriolic, intense
[]
Shaking, like falling apart
Roaring, deep in my heart
Lifting myself up from the ground
Turning my back, turning around
Parting, links disengage
Splitting, we go through that stage
Soaring out through the spheres
Floating, as my vision clears
[]
{Spoken}
The first day or so we all pointed to our countries
The third or fourth day we were pointing to our continents
By the fifth day we were aware of only one Earth*
[]
*Sultan Bin Salman al-Saud
Astronaut, The Kingdom of Saudi Arabia
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Glencoe
Ken Punshon & Chris Pyam 2011
From the Bridge of Orchy there runs a drovers' road
It skirts the side of Rannoch Moor, round to bleak Glencoe
The Devil's Staircase climbing up from the gathering gloom
No breath of air disturbs the scene, weight of impending doom
Through the pass of grim grandeur, a sense of what would be
A dark foreboding skyline formed by the sisters three
Past the loch and onward, reach the fateful spot
Where legend says the fire was lit, upon the signal rock
That snow-cold morn in 92 along this very glen
A massacre was ordered by the devil's men
The government had decreed it, all dead they did proclaim
Murder under trust committed, the Campbells were defamed
Some no doubt complicit, but many did refuse
To commit the murder foul, their hosts to abuse
Tradition tells the story of the massacre that took place
There's solemn savage beauty still around this eerie place
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Remember We Danced (76)
Ken Punshon & Chris Pyam (2011)
Based on a poem written by Jennie Louise Webster
Baby I remember when I'd asked you to dance
You just held me tightly in your loving arms
Honey looking at me with your angel eyes
Giving me your beautiful, your most precious smile
Setting my heart and soul ablaze
Lighting my life, my nights and days
For me to tell you baby you're my hero
All of the things that I want you to know
What I truly meant; What I truly meant
Oh baby why can't you see it's when you stroke my hair
It's when you put your arms around me; when you're standing there
And when you touch me, elec-tri-city
Going through my body, it makes me shivery
Baby oh baby so badly want you
Can't you see that I have fallen deep in love with you
That you are the one I want to spend (all of) my life
In my sweet dreams (I always see), together you and I
For eternity; For eternity
Come on now baby, stop playing this love game
Just let our love endure, together we'll remain
When you're absent from me, all I ever do
Is miss you like crazy, unhappiness renew
Can't keep my eyes off you, can't stop loving you
I'm slowly going crazy, I don't know what to do
Honey, the way you play this crazy love game
Hurts me every day, you're driving me insane
What can I do? What can I do?
When you play with my heart it's making me so sad
I've done all that I can do, and now I'm getting mad
I'm not a toy you can discard, when you've had your fun
It's time for me to walk away, the ending has begun
Can't live without you, it's tearing at my heart
That you've had enough of me, you're putting us apart
Can't live without you, I'll do anything
Give you lots of love and joy, happiness I'll bring
Baby oh baby; Baby oh baby
Here is my world, my soul, my dreams, and my heart
Willingly I sacrifice, my life to you impart
Baby I love you so, you make my heart dance
If you'd only love me, give me half a chance
The stars above are saying, together we should be
If you ask me be your girl, I will accept gladly
My love for you my sweetheart you will never know
Come with me to heaven love, together we will go
Carrying my love; Carrying my love
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Shame The Devil
Ken Punshon & Chris Pyam 2011
[Tell the truth and shame the devil
That's what the papers used to say
Now we've heard in stories sev'ral
That's not the case in present day]
They write their words they tell their stories
Making out it all is true
Supporting labour or the tories
It's all the same for me and you
[]
Left or right, perhaps in the middle
One thing that we must observe
It's society that's on the fiddle
We get the press that we deserve
[]
There are still those that strive with insight
For the goal of the fourth estate
Searching always for wrongs to write
Trying to keep the record straight
[]
Let's shine bright lights into dark places
Help us all disperse the gloom
One sure thing the human race is
Not about to change real soon
[Tell the truth and shame the devil
That's what we ought to try to do
Balanced comment, on the level
Coming from all of-us too]
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Sense of Freedom (92)
Chris Pyam & Ken Punshon (2012)
See the demonstrations
Asking freedom for us all
Read the pleas for help there
In the writing on the wall
Hear the cries of people
Trapped in urban sprawl
Crying for release now
Against the wailing wall
[Hear the clarion call
Raise the banners tall
We can make the barriers fall]
Smell the sweet corruption
Through which we're forced to crawl
The stink of putrefaction
From within the Street of Walls
Tasting pain and deprivation
Outside the hallowed halls
There's no expression of compassion
From behind those Chinese walls
[]
Touch our hearts with hope now
Give courage to us all
Learning how together
We can destroy that wall
Feel the sense of freedom
With joy the people call
Together, reunited
Now we've pulled down that wall
[]
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We can make the barriers fall
We can make the barriers fall
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Sun Shine's Low (93)
Ken Punshon & Chris Pyam (2012)
The sun shines low, the birds fly high
The gleaming orb of Venus, shows that dusk is nigh
Magenta tinged with cyan, the irridescent haze
Shimmers down to purple with expiring rays
Creeping frosty tendrils, snake 'cross thread-bare trees
Hard hearted hexagons adorn the (shivering) plants with ease
Twisted shards of ice, lace the laggard stream
Glittering crystals silence the autumn's dying scream
Dust and dark combining; night now stalks the land
Snow-shrouded forest, by the wind is fanned
Laying covering fondant beneath the icy squall
My perspective shimmers as I shelter neath the wall
My perspective shimmers as I shelter neath the wall
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Horsemen (96)
Chris Pyam & Ken Punshon (2012)
Last night as I lay turning and tossing in my bed
An apocalyptic horserace was running through my head
Four horsemen bunched together; the riders of the storm
A ghastly apparition in ghostly uniform
The first of them a white horse; its rider held a bow
Upon his head the victor's crown, none dare he oppose
He may have been a ringer, rode under several names
But still he was competing, his horse with hooves aflame
Next there came a red one; all peace it swept away
Carrying a sword with which the human race to slay
Then there came a black horse racing up the rails
Measuring injustice with a pair of scales
In fourth place was a pale horse, he looked a little green
Death and devastation, his symbols could be seen
More warfare and dire famines, awful plagues, disease
Followed on behind him along with dark Hades
Suddenly a fifth horse, came up on the outside
Terry Pratchett's Kaos, frisky, running wide
Certainly a long shot, with a monkey on its back
Frantically careering along the beaten track
The Valkerie behind them out for their daily ride
Were coming on the inside, vying for the prize
Some images quite gruesome, echoed in my head
Of dividing victor's spoils, of sorting out the dead
Come, I heard the shouting, like thunder in the night
Plaintiff souls were wailing, shivering with fright
At last a revelation as I woke from my nightmare
By the pounding of the horseshoes, quite nearby I swear
Last night as I lay turning and tossing in my bed
An apocalyptic horserace was running through my head
At last a revelation as I woke from my nightmare
By the pounding of the horseshoes, quite nearby I swear
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Forlorn (97)
Ken Punshon & Chris Pyam (2012)
[Forlorn, the empty evening sky
Forlorn, just leave me here to cry
Forlorn, no matter how I try
You've left me, forlorn]
Such dreams that I thought we both shared
Maelstrom for which I'd not prepared
Now I wonder how it was we dared
I just want to know
We were together standing strong
Thinking (that) we could do no wrong
What future, now that you have gone
I just want to know
[]
It was for you and you alone
Experience such as you've never known
Why is it these pleasures you disown
I just want to know
Now I go, my dreams remain unborn
Spirit crushed, heart into pieces torn
Tell me why, upon this darkest morn
I just want to know
I just want to know
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Whispers (111)
Ken Punshon, Chris Pyam, Heather Dunn (2014)
[Come whisper in my ear, and breath those soft delights
There's nothing here to fear; within this peaceful night
I ask you now draw near and help me reach the heights
Then you can shed a tear and fly into the light]
This fragile world we know, tis but a thin veneer
But it was always so; into the mists we peer
Which way should we go, show a course to steer
Help my spirit grow, help to make things clear.
[]
When in bed reclined on nights you lay awake
If you feel inclined mediocrity forsake
Energise your mind and let your spirit wake
With concepts intertwined with references opaque
[]
What boundaries may we break when our fears we stow
And for heaven's sake caution to winds we throw
The things we can create results that we can show
The whole world it will shake though progress may be slow
[] x2
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Seaside Sunday
Ken Punshon & Chris Pyam (2020)
Seaside town, on Sunday morning Cafe's open, people stir
Bacon butties and strong coffee Help to clear their tongues of fur
Last night's revels, near forgotten Partners, friends, were wronged and lost
Arguments, disputes, remembered Now's the time to count the cost
Leaden skies dank and dismal Misty rain is in the air
Broken waves are sliding backwards Newspapers blow round the square
Derelict and dreary pier with Slot machines and penny arcade
Gulls are swooping, stealing snippets Think about mistakes we made
Near the sea a stranded sofa Used syringes laying there
Residents are far from happy Walk to church and offer prayer
Clocktower sounds ten o'clock Supermarket opening doors
Many people now are leaving Moving onward, from these shores
Moving onward, from these shores
Moving onward, from these shores...
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Another Year
Ken Punshon (2015)
[Another year has gone, The months and weeks flown past
(The) Days were just a hazy blur, then Another year has gone]
[Another year has gone, The months and weeks flown past
(The) Days were just a hazy blur, then Another year has gone]
Hours turn into days, (we) Scarcely note the change
Morning noon and night are gone, as Hours turn into days
Monday comes around, Time and time again
Blink your eyes, a week has gone as Monday comes around
[]
Months slip by real fast; Four weeks is but a breath
Before you know the next one's gone, Months slip by real fast
The seasons fade away, From winter into spring
The summer's gone then autumn's here. The seasons fade away
[]
Another decade gone, Ten years in just a flash
In a trice, it's all rolled past
Another decade gone!
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Excuses
Ken Punshon (2017)
[Excuses, these excuses, yes we've heard them all before
Excuses, these excuses, but I'm sure there're many more]
Here's a ballad that I'll sing to you, it might be somewhat long
It's got six dozen verses, so I'm sure I'll get some wrong
Got a cough, a cold, a froggy throat, and I don't yet know the words
If the harmonies drift off a bit, just pretend you never heard
[]
My guitar don't like the temperature, it's either hot or cold
And the strings are really furry, on account of being old.
It really needs a bit of tu-u-ning, to get the thing in key
The accompaniment would be better, I'm sure you will agree
[]
My finger joints are stiff today, I've broken two more nails
I'm sure the tuning's gone again, and my barre chords will fail
Should have done a tab-la-ture, to give me some idea
And printed out the words larg-er, so they would be quite clear
[]
As you know I'd problems getting here, and my partner's not arrived
She's got my bag of bits with her, and my capo is inside
The traffic was quite terrible, it was jammed up all the way
If I'd known that it would be-so-bad, I'd have set off yesterday.
[]
Of course I'm nervous to perform for you, not done the like before
So when the chords or words go wrong, forgive me I implore
This piece has complex harmonies, in several different keys
The highest note's quite daunting, and fills me with unease
[Excuses, these excuses, we hear them all the time
Excuses, these excuses, now let me tell you mine]
{Apology/Excuse}
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Zig Zag
Ken Punshon & Chris Pyam (2019)
Zig zag, zig zag No drop off here ZZZZ Car park is dear
ZZZZ Signs are very clear Airport security
ZZZZ Standing in a queue ZZZZ Maybe start to move
ZZZZ Some are going through Airport security
<<>>
ZZZZ Put it in a tray ZZZZ Turn the other way
ZZZZ Scan with X-ray Airport security
ZZZZ Take off your shoes ZZZZ Now they scan you
ZZZZ You're nearly through Airport security
{Bridge }
Through passport control, Time for coffee and cake
Uncomfortable seats for hours, Then down to the gate
ZZZZ Delayed again ZZZZ To board the plane
ZZZZ Standing in the rain Waiting in a queue
ZZZZ Up the steps we race ZZZZ To find our place
ZZZZ For luggage space (we're) Waiting in a queue
<<>>
ZZZZ It's not our day ZZZZ Heard the captain say
ZZZZ For takeoff, there's a long delay Waiting in a queue
{Bridge }
Sunshine on clouds, Far beneath our plane
Have a long doze, Then back to earth again
ZZZZ Through corridors stroll ZZZZ Pass port control
ZZZZ Many people behold, all Waiting in a queue
ZZZZ Luggage carousel ZZZZ Our anxiety quell
ZZZZ Found YOUR bag as well Waiting in a queue
<<>>
ZZZZ To customs gate ZZZZ Blue channel's great
ZZZZ Don't have to wait, no Waiting in a queue
ZZZZ The car park's hell ZZZZ Noone's parked parallel
ZZZZ Forgot to pay as well, now Waiting in a queue
{Bridge - slowing}
Motorway chaos now, Because of sudden shower
So after two more/several hours, We're FINALLY at home
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Searching
Chris Pyam & Ken Punshon (2014)
[Searching, searching, everybody's searching
Searching for the things they need
Searching, searching, always searching
Curiousity is guaranteed ]
Searching for food and water; Searching for a wife
A place to raise the children, to have a happy life
Searching for an explanation
Searching for the reason(s) why
Searching 'til the day we die
[]
Searching for understanding, Searching for the truth
Aiming to enjoy ourselves , as we did in youth
Searching for security
Searching for self esteem
Searching for all our dreams
[]
Searching for the melody, Searching for the words
Trying to find the title, of the track we heard
Searching for happiness
Searching for a role
Searching for alcohol
[]
Searching now with Google, Searching now with Bing
Find the answer on the web for almost anything
Searching for sanity
Searching now for peace
Searching for surcease
[] (x2?)
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Come With Me
Ken Punshon & Chris Pyam [2020]
Come with me, down from the branches CWM to the foot of the tree
CWM, across the grasslands To see the world come along with me
[CWM, CWM A beautiful world we WILL see
CWM, CWM To see the world come along with me]
CWM, past the coldest ice fields CWM through the desert sands
CWM, just follow the farming See the world changed by human hand
[CWM, CWM A beautiful world we CAN see
CWM, CWM To see the world come along with me]
CWM, watch the towns growing CWM as the countries are born
CWM, count the people expanding See our modern world being formed
[CWM, CWM A beautiful world we MIGHT see
CWM, CWM To see the world come along with me]
CWM, to the inner sanctums CWM where money is king
CWM, keep the coal and oil flowing While the world burns we'll fiddle and sing
[CWM, CWM A beautiful world we CAN'T see
CWM, CWM To see the world come along with me]
CWM, midst oceans of plastic. CWM to see the species fade
CWM, smell mountains of rubbish. See the almighty mess we have made.
[CWM, CWM. The beautiful world we DON'T see
CWM, CWM. To wreck the world come along with me]
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Blue Train
Ken Punshon & Chris Pyam
Big engine's groaning, and letting off steam
It's eager to get underway
Heading down from Calais, to the Gare Du Nord
Just see all those coaches sway
[Blue train, taking the tour
Blue train, heading for the Cote d'Azur] x2
Rolling on through Picardie, to the Ile de France
Listen to the rhythm of the train
The passengers are cruising, as they do their boozing
Supping their pink Champagne
[Blue train, blue, blue train. Heading for the Cote d'Azur] x2
{Bridge}
Round and round the Paris, Metro we go
Trying to get there on time
At the Gare de Lyon we don't know
Which platform, or which line
(for the)
[Blue train, blue, blue train. Heading for the Cote d'Azur] x2 {or alternate?}
Rushing for the train and trying to get on board
Catching Le Train Bleu
Not quite the same since it opened to the hordes
Have to have another liqueur
(on the)
[Blue train, blue, blue train. Heading for the Cote d'Azur] x2
{End Bridge}
The dining car is special, just taste that haute cuisine
Finished with a glass of strong cognac
Stopping off at Dijon, then onward to Lyon
Now we're all floating down the track
(with the)
[Blue train, taking the tour. Blue train, heading for the Cote d'Azur] x2
The Wagons-Lits are rolling, the couchettes are down
We're travelling the chemin de fer
Early in the morning we'll be stopping at Menton
Until then, I couldn't care
(Aboard the)
[Blue train, blue, blue train. Heading for the Cote d'Azur] x2
{Heading for the Cote d'Azur, Fading out to steam noise}
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Waterside
Ken Punshon & Chris Pyam (2016/2019)
[The day The Waterside Inn fell in
(The sky was cloudy and grey)
The day The Waterside Inn fell in
The Irwell washed it away]
Back in '15 at Christmas time, Eva came to play
She left us a present we'll never forget, four inches of rain in a day
The ground was already sodden, as relentless rain arrived
As rivers climbed to record heights, nobody was surprised
Severe flood warnings were put in place, early on Boxing Day
But just how bad it was going to be nobody could say
The Ogden and Irwell burst their banks, immersing Irwell Vale
Where 62 homes were flooded out, it was a sorry tale
[]
Lumb, Stubbins and Ramsbottom, Nuttall Park and down
Summerseat and Bury town, inundation all around
Pleas for help came flooding in, the council couldn't cope
So the community pulled together to give the needy hope
The Grant Arms set as community hub, to handle the demands
Streams of volunteers appeared, ready to lend their hands
Ferrying and food parcels, clean-up and pet care
Repairs and ripping out of (muck?), relieving of despair
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Five years of water under the bridge
While waiting for repairs
The roadway's back, a walkway too
But the Waterside's no longer there
[]
[The day The Waterside Inn fell in
The Irwell washed it away]
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This is a placeholder for lyrics of tracks that are (reasonably) complete, but not yet properly recorded.
The tracks are (more or less) in the order they were written.
released July 21, 2012