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Fretwork

by Richard Gorman

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    Dig this! Musical delving and constructions delicate and epic. Love and loss in miniature through to the truth inspired epic of the loss of the HMS Hampshire in WW1.

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1.
Blowing Kisses Today’s my lucky day, I’m still alive I bought new strings for my guitar My son’s a drum machine, he’s doing well I’m going sing this tune then grab a beer I’ll smile and blow kisses for you I’m free and easy and I hope you are too I love the rain and clouds, I love the sun They come and make my wee garden grow I’ve got the Cocteau Twins and J-P Rameau I’m going to give them both a spin And I’ll smile and blow kisses to you I’m free and easy and I hope you are too I could sit here all day long feeling sorry for myself But we’ve all had to make it through some shit And life’s not about lying down and taking it It’s about what you do next Tonight’s my lucky night, here I am I get to spend some time with you Open your ears for me, open your arms Give me a chance to touch your heart Then I’ll smile and blow kisses for you I’m free and easy and I hope you are too I love you all, thanks for listening I hope to see you at the bar
2.
My Guardian Angel My Guardian Angel watches over me at night You don’t see her but you can feel her by my side My Guardian Angel kisses all my cares goodbye You hear her singing in every guitar melody I write She’s got no halo, needs no wings But she’s the soul of every song I sing Doo-doo doo-doo-doo… My Guardian Angel went to heaven and came back She steers me clear of the straight and narrow track She got Jesus drunk, made the Devil high She brings down the glory from on high Doo-doo doo-doo-doo… My Guardian Angel brings me everything I lack My Guardian Angel has got my back I catch her smiling from the corner of my eye Look for her in the sunset between the ocean and the sky I’m never lonely when I’m alone My Angel comes to carry me back home She sings doo-doo…
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Zipped 03:22
Zipped You say you’ve found another man He’s dark, he’s handsome and he’s tall You tell me that you’ve got bigger plans And I don’t fit into them, I don’t fit into them at all He took you flying in his plane And told you that you could buy that dress And now you want to take his name But you’re so easily, so easily impressed You insist I have to understand I have to let you go and hold your hand You want to see me fight for you to stay Then tell me that I’m standing in your way You say you need my love to keep you strong Now I’m like a brother or a friend You want me to write you another song So that you can sing it to other men Well, if they’re listening to this ‘Keep your powder dry and your trousers zipped’ I hate to hit you with the truth I won’t be here waiting when he’s through with you You insist I have to understand I have to let you go and hold your hand You want to see me fight for you to stay Then tell me that I’m standing in your way
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Fretwork 01:15
5.
Give Me Heroes (Not Saints) Give me heroes, don’t give me saints Give me heroes, don’t give me saints You know the future could be brighter if somebody shines the light A pacifist or fighter who sees a better life But when we start to hear the message, that’s when they come to tear them down The TV screams that they’re imperfect to drown the message out Give me heroes, don’t give me saints Give me heroes, don’t sell me saints A socialist for freedom, a woman for the top A white man with humility, a black man who won’t stop A homosexual President, an unrepentant youth A conscientious warrior, a joker with the truth Give me heroes, don’t give me saints Give me heroes, don’t give me saints You can make the future brighter, you can shine the light No one has to be perfect just to make a better life Salvador Allende, Jesus Christ Percy Bysshe Shelley, Shine a brighter light Violeta Parra, Rosa Parks Victor Jara, Light up the dark Give me heroes, don’t give me saints Give me my heroes, don’t feed me saints
6.
Skin 08:52
Skin Pour me another drink and waste your time with me Sail me out of here and run before the wind And any boat will do Any star will do Love is passing strange and dangerous to touch Love is a child’s toy – treasured, broken, lost Love is blood red wine, poisonous and sweet Poisonous and sweet Kill this night with me Lose everything we are Naked in the flame We’ll burn through the dark Lips explore your skin, fingers spark the light What the morning brings is darker than the night Waste your life with me Buried in the dark and brighter than the sun
7.
Man Down 04:09
Man Down Once skies were my blues I could pay for the booze There was me, there was you Now I’m broke in two Man down I breathed easy and free I just blew on the breeze There was you, there was me Now I’m old and I freeze Man down I was king of this town I was wearing the crown You were Queen, dark and proud Now you’re cold in the ground Man down Not a cloud in my skies You turned lows into highs I caught fire from your eyes Now I’m barely alive Man down Man down
8.
In Praise of England In praise of England I offer this song A hymn to her spirit and people From Tyneside to Thames for the sweat of the men And the women who nursed and who built her Colliers, seamen and factory girls Poets and bold navigators Who forged a new world and brought light to the dark That commerce and greed wove about them She rises and shines as she opens her arms And atones for the sins of the past With wisdom and grace she will lower her flag And offer the world her fair hand By her fields and her riverbanks roses still grow And the sea casts her arms all about her Who stood shoulder to shoulder with neighbours and friends Against the black cross and final solution Orwell and Atlee and Pankhurst and Benn Reclaiming a land for her people Darwin and Morris and Blake and Brunel Laying the track to the future May she harvest the seed the True Levellers sowed Let her children find freedom and strength Let her folk rise in common to share in her light May her crown grace the heads of her people I offer this song in praise of England
9.
The Jellicoe Express Bill takes a drag and outstares the moon From the fields to the smoke to the swell ‘Your country wants you’ on every wall Finger pointing All aboard, all aboard and wave farewell For country and King on the Jellicoe Express Like cattle we sweat fearful and proud Aboard old Misery Mothers and lovers become words on a page Fearful of infants forgetting your face While Britannia sings glory to her Empire On which the sun never sets Northward from smoke to mists and gales Your Country needs you to ride the waves Old Munster’s fields to Scapa Flow And the front of the storm Scarcely a glimpse of the winter sun Only the sea and the rage of the wind We wait with the Fleet for summer months And the call to arms Mothers and lovers become dreams in the night You lose track of the faces that you’ve left behind The Hampshire at Jutland ruling over the waves And counting the cost Now glory and honour, the moustache comes aboard Lord Kitchener needs you and your billet As he tosses and vomits in the decks down below You turn your gaze into the storm Lurch as the Orkney blast turns your guts The mine rips through sheet metal like paper Every muscle screams as you grasp for the raft You stare as the Hampshire goes down And watch your comrades drown Bill takes a drag and outstares the moon Scapa Flow, the Express and then home to the fields While His Lordship below tells the bones and fish Your country wants you Now lovers taste bitter brine in your blood And coke, steel and rust stain your bones Jellicoe to Jutland and the bosom of hell As Britannia rules over the waves Feeding her tears to the sea

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released December 7, 2023

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