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Drunken Serenade: Words & Music by Bob Kettle
Well, I wandered through the naked streets
My mind on fire with midnight's heat
As Lady Night was brushing all
The mist out of her hair
When I heard the sound of lightning strikes
Above the holy city lights
And a drunken serenade in the rain.
With whiskey swimming in my brain
I turned to meet the cracked refrain
When I heard one ragged straggler
Wheeze his anthems to the wind
Singing, "though my life is passing by
I'll lift my spirit to the sky
With a drunken serenade in the rain."
Coming down again...
Well, I asked the man from many roads
Of where he'd been, of what he knows
He said, "I took a ride to paradise
But I ended up in hell.
And neither whiskey nor the leaf
Can ever bring your soul relief
Like a drunken serenade in the rain."
And so I'll speak my truth aloud
I'll sing it clear and I'll sing it proud
Cos in my darkest hour of doubt
These songs have carried me
And just as sure as I am born
I'll sing my heart out in the storm
With a drunken serenade,
A drunken serenade,
A drunken serenade in the rain.
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Let’s Not Have A Morning After (Until We’ve Had A Night Before) Words and Music by Virginia Kettle
Act your shoe size babe, not your age,
Don’t suit you to be so mature,
A pillar of society, of serious sobriety,
Your sense of humour’s walking out the door.
We have always got by, on huckleberry pie,
And a tune that gets us carving up the floor,
Let’s not have a morning after,
Until we’ve had a night before.
Well if the world ends tonight, make mine a double,
Don’t want to go out as cold as stone,
The cost of living’s criminal, you know my needs are minimal,
As long as I can find my way home,
So come on all ye sinners, you losers and winners,
You revolutionaries and more,
Let’s not have a morning after,
Until we’ve had a night before.
'Til we’ve had a night before.
So ,let’s put it to the test, in front of these assembled guests,
Do we fall apart before we have begun?
Or spend a little less time worrying, a lot less time hurrying,
While we are still relatively young,
So, let’s party on tonight, while the moon is big and bright,
‘Til Monday morning’s banging on the door,
Let’s not have a morning after,
Until we’ve had a night before.
So come on all ye sinners, you losers and winners,
You revolutionaries and more,
Let’s not have a morning after,
Until we’ve had a night before.
Until we’ve had a night before,
Come on all you sinners!
Ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh
Come on all you sinners!
Let’s have a night before (Yeah let’s have a night before)
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1. Loving The Skin You're In - Words and Music - Virginia Kettle
Bad media's been feeding ya, a great big pack of lies,
Getting away with murder, killing the spirit inside.
Too big, too small, not beautiful, too old, too fat, too thin,
Well come just as you are tonight, loving the skin you're in.
From the bottom to the top, be yourself no matter what,
Your identity keep clear, stick to all that you hold dear,
Let loose tonight, the precious child within,
Loving the skin you're in.
They sold you down the river, in the doldrums now you dwell,
Misty-eyed illusions you held together well.
Too posh, too rough, not cool enough and your hair is wearing thin,
Well come just as you are tonight,
Loving the skin you're in.
From the bottom to the top, be yourself until you drop,
Your identity keep clear, stick to all that you hold dear,
Let loose tonight, the precious child within,
Loving the skin you're in.
Your fingerprint encryption code is written in your hand,
Come just as you are tonight, every women, every man.
From the bottom to the top, be yourself don't ever stop,
Your identity keep clear, stick to all that you hold dear,
From the bottom to the top, be yourself no matter what,
You're fantastically unique, find your voice and let it speak,
Cut loose tonight, the wild child within,
Loving the skin you're in.
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Bury Me Naked – Words & Music by Virginia Kettle
Verse 1:
Bury me naked, I want to go out the way I came in,
Bury me naked, I want to go out the way I came in,
I’d like to be reborn and hopefully,
Sent to a place where admission is free,
Nothing to pack for the journey,
None of those meaningless fripperies, shiny things,
All of that stuff,
I thought when I bought I so badly needed at the time.
Chorus:
Bury me naked, I want to go out the way I came in,
Bury me naked, I want to go out the way I came in.
Verse 2:
Weave me a casket, made from old willow, and tied up with string,
Weave me a casket, made from old willow, and tied up with string,
I hope where I’m going there’ll be no need,
For little black dresses with earrings and beads,
Clothes to impress, to delight, to deceive,
Every last one I’ll bequeath, all the handbags,
The glad rags, yes,
And more shoes than anyone could possibly wear in one lifetime.
Chorus:
Bury me naked, I want to go out the way I came in,
Bury me naked, I want to go out the way I came in.
Verse 3:
Lay me to rest on yonder blue mountain, and I’ll say goodnight,
Lay me to rest on yonder blue mountain, and I’ll say goodnight,
No tears for me don’t feel sorrow or pain,
I’ll take nothing with me not even my name,
Sing me a tune with a happy refrain,
One of those old fashioned melodies, thanks for the memories,
Bring a smile to my eyes, Bring Me Sunshine by Morecambe and Wise.
Outro:
Bury me naked, I want to go out the way I came in,
Bury me naked, I want to go out the way I came in, (Last time!)
Bury me naked, I want to go out,
The way I came in.
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Lean on me, Love – words & music by John Kettle
When boredom fills your kitchen sink
And the world is standing at the brink
When the bars are closed and you need a drink
Lean on me, Love
And when dark clouds try to drown the sun
When it hurts so bad it leaves you numb
When they blow us all to Kingdom Come
Lean on me, Love
And when desperation makes you burn
And you know less the more you learn
When your old bones feel the seasons turn
Lean on me, Love
When you’ve finished grandma’s apple pie
And black tornadoes blast the sky
When you’re holding back and you don’t know why
Lean on me, Love
When you’re feeling crushed by the machine
And your boss comes in and treats you mean
When you’re shaking like a tambourine
Lean on me, Love
And when you’ve given all that you can give
And your brain is leaking like a sieve,
When they’re repossessing where you live
Lean on me, Love
And when you’ve said all that you can say
When they turn their backs and walk away
When your dreams cave in and fade to grey
Lean on me, Love
When you’ve been howling at the moon
And your hope has been and gone too soon
When rock n roll don’t shake the room
Lean on me, Love
And when dreaming doesn’t make it so
And your aching heart is gonna blow
Turn on, turn up, your radio
And lean on me, Love
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Rosanna's Song
03:54
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Rosanna's Song – Words & Music by Virginia Kettle
The light that shines around you, is like no other.
Winter fire of January, gold against the pale.
And I have had the pleasure to go walking in your company,
All along the hills of Allendale.
The light that shines around you, is there for the taking.
Shared among as many as the breaking of the bread.
And I have climbed up high with you, to watch the boats set sail,
All along the coast of Allendale.
May your days always be blessed,
May this place be a shoulder on which our souls can rest.
May our joys be more and our sorrows less,
And may the simple things be always,
The ones we love the best.
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Stand down words and music-Virginia Kettle
We are freedom, we are mercy, we are justice
Travelling far and long; joining forces, marching on
Now we are 10 million strong
To the leaders of the world we say be warned
Hell hath no fury like a people scorned
And oh, oh, oh a change is coming
We are freedom, we are mercy, we are justice
There’s no human traffic here, we will not be bought or sold
Put away your dirty gold
To the leaders of the world we say be told
We are the very laws you were elected to uphold
And oh, oh, oh a change is coming
Oh, oh, oh woho
If you can’t see us, stand down
If you don’t believe in us, stand down
If our names do not belong
On the very tip of your tongue
Pack your bags and move along
Stand down, stand down, stand down
We are freedom, we are mercy, we are justice
On the tide of truth, we will rise and rise
‘til the greedy feed the needy, ‘til the clever become wise
‘til we find a way to teach, Mother Nature’s wayward son
To stop poisoning the well we draw our precious water from
And oh, oh, oh a change is coming
If you can’t see us, stand down
If you don’t believe in us, stand down
If our names do not belong
On the very tip of your tongue
Pack your bags and move along
Stand down, stand down, stand down
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Let The Music Speak – words and music by Virginia Kettle
We don’t do fashion,
Please don’t dictate to us what we should wear,
We have come here for the atmosphere,
To put a little rhythm in our blood.
We’re not conceited,
We didn’t come here for the ego ride,
But when we move together side by side,
Sisters and brothers we are u-u-unified.
Let the music speak for itself, itself,
Yeah let the music speak for itself, itse-elf.
I learned to kick it,
From a Bolivian in Pakistan,
And though he was not a wealthy man,
He was wise beyond compare, oh yeah!
He said that rhythm,
Has no place in politics and war,
But when we move together on the dancefloor,
There is no black or white, no rich or poor,
Let the music speak for itself, itself,
Yeah let the music speak for itself, itse-elf.
Although our future’s uncertain,
Trust in the music, your soul she will feed,
Losing our faith in possessions,
We only need what we need.
Although our future’s uncertain,
Trust in the music, your soul she will feed,
Losing our faith in possessions,
We only need what we need, what we need, what we need, what we need.
Let the music speak for itself, itself,
Yeah let the music speak for itself, itse-elf.
Let the music speak for itself, itself,
Yeah let the music speak for itself, itse-elf.
Let the music speak for itself, itself,
Yeah let the music speak for itself, itse-elf.
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We Are Different, We Are One – Words by John Kettle & Bob Kettle Music by John Kettle
Sing one more time again my friends
For where I start you do not end
And forgive me my naive heart, if I wish for us a song to start
So, bring it in and join your hands
For singing heals divided lands
I know we are all not the same
But I think we share some common names
Chorus
We are wire and wood
We are neighbourhood
We are falling rain and rising sun
We are more not less
We are NHS
We are different we are one
So, tell me how did this all start
Who drew the blade to slash our heart
Under my nails I feel that dirt
And in my old bones I feel the hurt
Chorus
When we sing with one voice
We find ourselves with no choice but to love and laugh
And dance and cry
And hold our heads up high
So stand by me as darkness falls
And light your lamps and fill the halls
And sing into the face of hate
Its not over yet, it’s not too late
chorus
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Coming Home Song – Words & music by Bob Kettle
The Wind will take our wings,
The Wind will take our wings,
The Wind will take our wings,
and we will fly away.
We will fly away,
we will fly away,
we will fly away
The Wind will take our wings
The Fire will burn down,
The Fire will burn down,
The Fire will burn down,
and The Ashes blow away.
The Ashes blow away,
The Ashes blow away,
The Ashes blow away,
when the fire burns down.
The Ocean overflows,
The Ocean overflows,
The Ocean overflows,
and we are washed away.
We are washed away
we are washed away,
we are washed away,
when The Ocean overflows.
I want to live in peace,
I want to live in peace,
I want to live in peace,
but I was born in war.
I was born in war,
I was born in war,
I was born in war,
but I want to live in peace.
I am coming home,
I am coming home,
I am coming home,
I am a refugee.
I am a refugee,
I am a refugee,
I am a refugee,
And I am coming home.
The Wind will take our wings,
The Wind will take our wings,
The Wind will take our wings,
and we will fly away.
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Nobody Knows Me
04:20
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Nobody Knows Me – Words & music by Virginia Kettle
It’s under the face, it’s carefully disguised,
the frightened child behind the big shoes.
The angelic smile that’s giving the evil eyes inside.
We are what we hide, we are what we hide.
But nobody knows me like you.
Nobody knows me like you,
like you do.
And though I build a wall, you still can see,
how much I’d love to break it down and be free.
It’s under the face, so carefully disguised.
We are what we hide, we are what we hide.
But nobody knows me like you.
Nobody knows me like you.
Nobody knows me true,
like you do.
Nobody knows me like you.
Nobody Knows me like you.
Yeah.
Nobody knows me like you.
Nobody knows me true,
like you do.
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Over the Border Words & Music by Bob Kettle
Born into hate and policed by violence,
You take hold of your fate,
You excavate silence.
You said, "I'm just happy to survive
This law and disorder."
All of your need and all of your hunger,
Your permanent pain
Now buried in thunder.
You said, "see you on the other side,
Come over the border."
Kiss close to the bone, caresses, abrasions,
Blessings and blame,
Consent and persuasion;
And I said, "I love you but don't cry;
Come over the border."
Living alone, I'm close to your heartbeat
And you're feeling at home
When you stand on your own feet
And I saw the morning in your smile:
Come over the border.
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The Baker’s Daughter – Words & music by Virginia Kettle
I’m in love with The Baker’s Daughter,
hope one day she’ll marry me.
Elbow deep in flour and water,
now she’s as handsome as can be!
Ey-Up, she rises, she rises.
When the world is still in bed.
She rises, she rises.
Brings us all our daily bread.
Farmhouse tin and crusty bloomer,
Coburg, cob and sourdough.
Herbs and yeast and salt perfume her,
and the sweet honeysuckle from the open window.
Ey-Up, she rises, she rises.
When the world is still in bed.
She rises, she rises.
Brings us all our daily bread.
She rises, she rises.
When the world is still in bed.
She rises, she rises.
Brings us all our daily bread.
He's in love with The Baker’s Daughter,
this is the conundrum.
She works hard like her father taught her.
He’s as idle as they come.
But woman cannot live on bread alone.
She needs a knuckle kneader,
not a no-good lazy bones.
I got married to The Baker’s Daughter.
Rises, she rises.
Now I’m up before the sun.
To keep the fires burning for her.
An early riser, I’ve become.
Ey-Up, she rises, she rises.
When the world is still in bed.
She rises, she rises.
Brings us all our daily bread.
She rises, she rises.
When the world is still in bed.
She rises, she rises.
Brings us all our daily bread.
She rises, she rises.
When the world is still in bed.
She rises, she rises.
Brings us all our daily bread.
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Pendle Hill
04:41
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Pendle Hill - Words by Bob Kettle & John Kettle Music by John Kettle
I once had a teacher
Who said, ‘silence is golden,
And put your name on everything
If you don’t want it stolen!’
But, sir, who owns the rolling fields?
And, sir, who owns the standing stones?
And, sir, who owns the restless sea?
It’s not you and it’s not me
I once had a teacher
Who said ‘you’ll grow up too soon.
You’ll get washed up on higher moral ground
Singin’ Tory Party pop tunes.’
I once had a teacher
Who said, ‘you’ll come to no good.
You want to be a fitter?
That’s the best one I’ve heard all year!’
But, sir, you only knew my name
You never really knew me at all
And, sir, you only ever sent
Me to face the wall.
I used to live off outrage
But now I’ve got a mortgage
I used to be the Cock of the School
But now I’m just a no-bill-paying-tax-evading-fool
But, sir, I’ve walked the rolling fields
And felt the magic, flying
And seen the sorrow in the silver sky
That tells you that hope is dying
So come and stand on Pendle Hill
And watch the sun rising
To understand that there’s a light shining still
Whether you’re laughing or you’re crying
You’re crying
You’re not crying
You’re crying
You’re not crying
I hear the shipwrecked angels
Through static on the wire
I feel the sun is rising
To fill our hearts with fire
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We Need Each Other Now
(Words & Music: John Kettle)
And though we stumble from the edge
Our bottle gone, we drank the dregs,
Our fingers still cling to the ledge
We need each other now.
As borders crumble land and sea,
Bored with ideology,
The skinhead and the refugee
You need each other now.
Rise up, rise up you hopeful men
And women who might try again!
And with one voice, your message send:
We need each other now.
We turn away and turn about,
Everywhere mistrust and doubt,
And one by one our lights go out
We need each other now.
And while we sit upon the fence
In harmony and dissonance
The bells toll out intolerance
We need each other now.
Rise up, rise up you hopeful men
And women who might try again!
And with one voice, our message send:
We need each other now,
Yeah, we need each other now.
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Come On, England! – Words & music by Bob Kettle
Many miles I have wandered
On the paths of my homeland,
By rivers, through woodland and by the seaside.
On its streets I have seen those with greed and hate in their eyes
And those with their hearts and their hands open wide.
Oh, my life has been blessed
By its thunderstorm summertimes,
misty-gold autumns, by fires in the snow,
By rainbows, by bluebells, by radiant springtimes
In the wild windy meadows where the dandelions blow.
There are some who would change
This fair home to a prison
To enslave the many and bow to the few:
The robbers, the racists, the breakers of faces
Who hide behind masks and the red, white and blue.
Chorus
So stand up – come on, England!
Live up to your history!
Your heart can't be held in a flag or a crown.
Raise your teacups and glasses, you bold lads and lasses,
And drink to the Spirit that will never lie down!
For I come from the land
Of the Diggers and Levellers,
Of fighters for freedom and our National Health:
The beaten, mistreated but never defeated,
The builders and guardians of the true common wealth.
Only loving can save us,
Only giving will raise us,
So welcome all travellers to sweet liberty
And raise all your voices to defend our democracy
For equality, justice and community!
Chorus
So stand up – come on, England!
Live up to your history!
Your heart can't be held in a flag or a crown.
Raise your teacups and glasses, you bold lads and lasses,
And drink to the Spirit that will never lie down!
So stand up – come on, England!
Live up to your history!
Your heart can't be held in a flag or a crown.
Raise your teacups and glasses, you bold lads and lasses,
And drink to the Spirit that will never lie down!
And drink to the Spirit that will never lie down!
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There’s a Ghost in Our House – Words & Music by Virginia Kettle
There's a ghost in our house
It's watching me, watching you
It sees everything we are
The secrets we've hidden from view
It's not death we fear, it's mediocrity
Not dying, but fading away
It's the will to do more than just exist
It's the chance we missed, it's the chance we missed
There's a ghost in our house
There's a ghost in our house,
Ha!
There's a ghost in our house
It's watching us through the years
It collects our regrets, yeah
Makes souvenirs of our tears
It's not change we fear, it's standing still
Turning to face the wall
It's holding onto nothing with a tight clenched fist
It's the chance we missed, it's the chance we missed
There's a ghost in our house
There's a ghost in our house
Close the nursery door very softly
Someone's at the window
Hide your dreams and your deepest yearning
Someone's at the window
It's not death we fear, it's life unlived
Stars unwilling to shine
Upstaged by the brilliance of fate's last twist
It's the chance we missed, it's the chance we missed
There's a ghost in our house
There's a ghost in our house
There's a ghost in our house
There's a ghost in our house
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Leave It In The Ground - words and music by Neil McCartney
We've got the wind to blow and the sun to shine
to turn this great machine around
But there are those who still deny
we're running out of sacred borrowed time
Now we'll have to find another way,
another way to ride the rails.
We'll have to find another way,
another way to light the trail.
So for all our children leave it in the ground
With the dead who built this town.
Ships set sail to catch the whale, Men to win a whale bone pin.
Then they drilled into the soil, Came spilling out black oil
Now that dirty old town turned into
a monster fueled on profit, power and greed.
A legacy to leave our children's children with no air to breathe.
So for all our children leave it in the ground
With the dead who built this town.
Well it was hard graft through dark days
with pickaxe and canary underground.
Up above they cleared the trees
for slaughterhouse and belching factory.
But there'll be hurricanes and tidal waves and famine
as the devil blows his horn
Our mother earth that once was grand,
fractured, pillaged, ravaged, raped and torn.
We'll have to find another way,
so rally up and hoist the sails
So for all our children leave it in the ground
with the dead who built this town.
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Violet – words and music by Virginia Kettle
There’s a little woodland flower, a beautiful recluse,
Her petals range in hue, from navy blue to puce.
So quiet and retiring, so delicate is she,
She’ll wince if you should glimpse,
Her bilateral symmetry.
There’s a certain type of gentleman, I have met one or three.
Who think women more vociferous, than p’ raps they ought to be.
Keep your opinions to the minimum; it’s charming to be shy.
Well for all us belles, blessed with decibels,
Here comes my reply…
I think you’re looking for a violet, a little, sweet, shrinking V.I.O.L.E.T
Just like Shakespeare reclaimed, some shrews cannot be tamed,
They grow louder the older they get.
If you’re looking for a violet, a little, sweet, shrinking V.I.O.L.E.T
Don’t waste your time with me,
I’m only going to let you down.
I went on a serious date once, a difficult affair,
He was a history lecturer, with academic hair.
I tried to be coquettish; I tried to be demure,
I listened most intently to his:
“Improvements in military engineering from Crimea to the Second World War”
But when came my time to speak, enthusiasm made me shrill,
I went in less than ten seconds, from nought to pneumatic drill.
There were tears in his ears; I saw horror on his face,
And I chuckled to myself as he fled swiftly from the place.
I think you’re looking for a violet, a little sweet shrinking V.I.O.L.E.T
I’m like bugles at dawn, I am fog, I am horn,
Totally lacking in vocal etiquette.
If you’re looking for a violet, a little sweet shrinking V.I.O.L.E.T
Don’t waste your time with me,
I’m only going to let you down.
I do not mutter, I don’t murmur,
Never been a verbal squirmer.
I speak blunt, I speak plain,
At the velocity of a passing train.
Will I ever find a mate, upon whose nerves I do not grate,
The only chance I’ll be endearing,
Is if you are very, very, hard of hearing.
But,
If you’re looking for a violet, a little sweet shrinking V.I.O.L.E.T
Don’t waste your time with me,
I’m only going to let you down,
Don’t waste your time with me,
I’m only going to let you down.
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Man Of Few Words
02:55
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Man Of Few Words – words by Lee Goulding/Bob Kettle/Virginia Kettle Music by Lee Goulding
If I was a sailor,
I’d whisper to the sea
So your love, upon the waves,
Would come a rolling back to me
If I was a soldier,
I’d put aside my gun
I’d march up to the moon and stars
And bring you back the sun
And each day when I see your face
There’s so much that I long to say to it hurts
But silent I let you pass me by
For I’m just a man of few words…
If I was a painter,
I’d paint you in my mind
I’d give you to eternity
And free you for all time
If I was a poet,
I would hope to find the rhymes
To say what’s in my heart
And lay my love on every line
And each time I try to catch up with you
It’s like I’m traveling in reverse
How can I reveal the love I feel?
When I’m just a man of few words…
No I am not a sailor
And I am not a soldier
Not a poet or a painter
I’m a man of few words
No I am not a sailor
I am not a soldier
Not a poet or a painter
I’m a man of few words…
Just a man of few words…
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The Gentle Man - Words by Lee Goulding/Bob Kettle. Music by Lee Goulding
I knew a man called John
Who worked for most his life
Bringing home a poor man’s pay
To feed his kids and wife
He played the blacks and whites
And smoked a Clan filled pipe
And he loved a drop of whiskey when he played
Yeah, he loved a drop of whiskey when he played.
Chorus:
He’s gone, he’s gone
Things will never be the same
He was the heart of all his family
And a gentle man to his friends
65 years old, and so much left to live for
And how he’d love to see me getting on
Oh, how were we to know, he’d so little time to go?
And how I wish he could have shared it with someone
Yeah, I wish he could have shared it with someone
Chorus:
He’s gone, he’s gone
Things will never be the same
He was the heart of all his family
And a gentle man to his friends
Now I know he’s in Heaven
Cos his laugh would burn down Hell
I can see him in my daughter’s eyes
So I know he's doing well
He lives in all the lives he touched
And he’s living in this song
Yeah, knowing him has shown me love goes on
Yeah, knowing him has shown me love goes on
Chorus:
He’s here, he’s here
Cos love don’t pass away
He’s the heart of all his family
And a gentle man to his friends
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22. |
Three Little Lions
04:41
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Three Little Lions – words and music by Virginia Kettle
Three Little Lions from Albion went for a walk in the woods one day.
Never before been far from home, they took a wrong turn and they lost their way.
Said the first little lion “We must remain, together as we face this new terrain”
The second little lion said, “Let’s divide, I’m tired of you always hanging at my side”
The third little lion said, “Petty fight – ne’er won the battle t’ween death and life…
There’s a storm coming across this land, better pool our courage while we can
Give a mighty roar, where they slumber deep,
Wake this Nation from its sleep”
Shake the East where the wind is strong, three little lions from Albion
Shake the West where the sun sets long, three little lions from Albion
Shout to the South with a voice as one, three little lions from Albion
Call to the North and the North will come, three little lions from Albion
Three little lions from Albion, found a place for to take their rest.
Cold and hungry, tired and alone, each one believing that they knew best.
Said the first little lion, “I’ll stick with thee, safety comes from familiarity”
Second little lion said “Leave it be, you’re holding me back always clinging to me”
Third little lion said, “Fools they will, miss what’s rising over the hill…
There’s a storm coming across this land, better pool our courage while we can, Give a mighty roar where they slumber deep,
Wake this Nation from its sleep”
Shake the East where the wind is strong, three little lions from Albion
Shake the West where the sun sets long, three little lions from Albion
Shout to the South with acvoice as one, three little lions from Albion
Call to the North and the North will come, three little lions from Albion
The North, she always comes
Shake the East where the wind is strong, three little lions from Albion
Shake the West where the sun sets long, three little lions from Albion
Shout to the South with a voice as one, three little lions from Albion
Call to the North and the North will come.
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23. |
Rage Like Thunder
03:34
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Rage Like Thunder – words and music by Virginia Kettle
Do you remember your student days,
You had a passion for the human race.
Ragged Philanthropist with starry ideals
Sleeping on the street to feel how it feels
Whatever happened to the boy you were before
Marching for justice, anti-fascism, anti-war
Now it seems you don’t shout so loud
Two decades on you say the fire’s gone out
And you tell me that you are content
Your battlefield days are spent
Happy in your own back yard
But your eyes betray your heart
Inside you still rage like thunder
Inside you still rage like thunder
Do you remember those bedsit days
Packet noodles, Thunderbird wine, Purple Haze
Scratched a living busking on the underground
Funny that our nothing was enough to go around
Whatever happened to the girl you used to be
Wouldn‘t leave Trafalgar Square ‘til Nelson Mandela was free
Now you pay your bills and keep your head down
Suburban semi on the right side of town
And you tell me that you are content
Your battlefield days are spent
Happy in your own back yard
But your eyes betray your heart
Inside you still rage like thunder
Inside you still rage like thunder
Inside you still rage like thunder
The raging never dies
And you tell me that you are content
Your battlefield days are spent
Happy in your own back yard
But your eyes betray your heart
Inside you still rage like thunder
Inside you still rage like thunder
Inside you still rage like thunder
Inside you’re still raging, raging like fire
The thunder’s deep inside
The raging never died.
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Sailor
(For Bob 'Buck' Taylor)
Words and music by Bob Kettle
Oh, sailor, sailor
You sailed out on the wind-torn water
Sailor, sailor
So many years you roamed!
Sailor, sailor
You fed the fire in the belly of a Battle-class warship
You steamed away on the rolling waves
That took you far from home
Oh, sailor, sailor
You sailed out on The Tyne and Maidstone
Sailor, sailor
So many miles you roamed!
Sailor, sailor
You slid down the ladders into Action Stations
You steamed away on the rolling waves
That took you far from home
Remember how the sun sank into the Tasman Sea
Where you saw fire-fingered lightning flash from heaven to the mast
And it lit a spark inside your heart for you felt free at last
You sailed away…
Oh, sailor, sailor
The boiler burned and it looked like chaos
Sailor, sailor
On many tides you roamed!
Sailor, sailor
With the bells in your head down below the airlock
You steamed away on the rolling waves
That took you far from home
Oh, sailor, sailor
You sailed out through the Bay of Biscay
Sailor, sailor
On many lands you roamed!
Sailor, sailor
Afloat on the flood of screech and whiskey
You steamed away on the rolling waves
That took you far from home
Remember the day when you had to leave Marseilles,
When the order came to sail and you left her on the quay,
But you said, “to hell with the storm-drench fear, with the sharks and broken skulls, my dear!”
I’ll sail away…
Oh, sailor, sailor
You sailed out on the Arctic Ocean
Sailor, sailor
On many seas you roamed!
Sailor, sailor
The furnace blazed and you kept her floatin’
You steamed away on the rolling waves
That took you far from home
Oh, sailor, sailor
You sailed out with your comrades dear
Sailor, sailor
So many miles you roamed!
Sailor, sailor
You brought help when the earth shook in Agadir
Then you steamed away on the rolling waves
That took you far from home
Remember the stars in the southern hemisphere
And Violet smiles at the breaking and the closing of the day
With love on your side, you knew you would be alright
Just sail away...
Oh, sailor, sailor
Time rolled on and the seas got rougher
Sailor, sailor
So many years you roamed!
Sailor, sailor
Now you’re laid in the waves you’ll sail on forever…
All the love you gave will keep rolling, mate
Now you are safely home
All the love you gave will keep rolling, mate…
Now you are safely home.
Roling, roling home (repeat to fade)
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WHEN WE MEET AGAIN – MUSIC AND LYRICS BY JOHN AND BOB KETTLE
There's a feeling in my heart,
In my bones a knowing,
That though we are apart
We will meet again.
And that party will be grand
And the music golden
And I will hold your hand
When we meet again.
There’s a strength within your smile
And The hope is rising.
We’ll walk that extra mile
When we meet again.
And our friends will all come round
Where the band is playing
And I’ll join you in the crowd
When we meet again.
But the night must fall
And the sun must rise
And we will wait for clearer skies
And there shall be no last goodbyes
For we will meet again.
Well, I’ve had my share of fear
And you’ve had your share of pain
But here’ll be fire within our hearts
When we will meet again.
As the flowers wake and bloom
Resurrected by the rain
We’ll be together soon
When we meet again.
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26. |
No Place Like Tomorrow
04:03
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No Place Like Tomorrow – Words & Music by Virginia Kettle
Here’s a song to the weary,
the fractured the broken.
Hope for the foolish,
a word to the wise.
A new day is coming
So keep your eyes open
Don’t shut out the light of the sun on the rise
Oh I know I could be a much better man
If I let all my yesterdays go
There is no place Like tomorrow
If your past has cast a great shadow upon you,
faith is a shipwreck washed up on the shore.
Let the fresh air of morning breathe gently down on you,
blow dust from the cobwebs behind the closed door
Oh I know I could find a much better place
Where the spring melts the ice and the snow
There is no place like tomorrow
When your storm battered spirit is lost to all reason
And blinded you cling to the edge of the night
A new dawn is waiting behind the horizon
The whole world looks different when seen at first light
And all that was hopeless and desolate,
will once again flourish and grow.
There is no place like tomorrow
There is no place like tomorrow
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Drunken Serenade: Words & Music by Bob Kettle
The Banshee Reel: Trad Arr: Merry Hell
Well, I wandered through the naked streets
My mind on fire with midnight's heat
As Lady Night was brushing all
The mist out of her hair
When I heard the sound of lightning strikes
Above the holy city lights
And a drunken serenade in the rain.
With whiskey swimming in my brain
I turned to meet the cracked refrain
When I heard one ragged straggler
Wheeze his anthems to the wind
Singing, "though my life is passing by
I'll lift my spirit to the sky
With a drunken serenade in the rain."
Coming down again...
Well, I asked the man from many roads
Of where he'd been, of what he knows
He said, "I took a ride to paradise
But I ended up in hell.
And neither whiskey nor the leaf
Can ever bring your soul relief
Like a drunken serenade in the rain."
And so I'll speak my truth aloud
I'll sing it clear and I'll sing it proud
Cos in my darkest hour of doubt
These songs have carried me
And just as sure as I am born
I'll sing my heart out in the storm
With a drunken serenade,
A drunken serenade,
A drunken serenade in the rain.
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Emergency Lullaby (Wasting Time) – Words & Music by Bob Kettle
The water is rising,
The Arctic’s ablaze,
The Amazon’s burning
But I spend my days
Feeding flood and fire in so many ways
Sitting here wasting my time.
There are clowns in high places
Trading on lies,
A cult of denial to cover our eyes
But if we give up hope then we give up our lives
Willingly wasting our time.
We will die of doubt
Time is running out…
The hourglass counts down
An avoidable fate:
The next generation pays for our mistakes.
Act now, act together and it’s not too late
Or we’re wasting the world and our time.
So, get down to Earth,
Let the young lead the old,
All hands to the ark!
Unfurl the rainbow!
Our life’s in our hands,
We’ll reap what we sow
Turn over the hourglass in time.
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Merry Hell Wigan, UK
Multi-award winning Merry Hell offer joyful, uplifting folk-rock, with a message for troubled times. Native to the North- West of England, the 8-piece musical charabanc was built from the embers of the much loved folk-punk band The Tansads, developing a life and feel all of its own. Through 6 albums and hundreds of gigs, they offer hope & light in our troubled times. ... more
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