Volume 3 comes from the very start of our career (1971) and contains a single session: the first ever studio recordings of our songs. (The earliest here – Dockland – was composed in 1967.) Livingstone Studios (a converted chapel in East Barnet, North London) is long gone – as indeed are Essex Music and CTS Studios where Volumes 1 and 2 were recorded: truly an era erased. Present here sharing the vocals is Julie
Covington (who I first heard at Cambridge in 1966 and actually fell off my chair at what I heard). The recording quality is not the highest: Livingstone was a demo studio and the whole set was recorded in a day and
mixed that evening.
Here is the very first appearance of the Ray Russell/Phil Lee/John Marshall rhythm section I used continuously through Volumes 2 and 3. I play piano and bass guitar throughout.
Two of these songs achieved wider fame later: Dockland appeared on the group If's first album, and The Year Is Gone on the album Kerry and I wrote for Cleo Laine, One More Day.
[ 1 ] Take 3 Of A Simple Song
Microphone cables strung round the floor Session in Progress over the door Got the verses right but the tag went wrong –
Take 3 of a simple song.
Ten cigarettes I've been through in an hour One of the amps has been losing power The schedule's too tight but the coffee's strong
Take 3 of a simple song.
Behind the glass window they're moving around See the manager talk but can't hear a sound Like a fish in a tank with his glasses on
Take 3 of a simple song.
Alone in my booth with a mic and a stool I'm feeling too tired now for playing the fool It'll take all night if they talk so long
Take 3 of a simple song.
Little red light starts blinking at me Somebody's testing one, two, three Bass guitar is coming in strong Better put one down or the mood'll be gone
Take 3 of a simple song.
Composed 1970. Julie, vocals; Daryl, piano,bass guitar; Ray Russell, guitar; John Marshall, drums.
[ 2 ] Godzilla Rides Again
Nuts and bolts are coming undone Factory chimneys are falling Rivers are drying up under the sun Man the whole thing is appalling
Godzilla rides again
Picking up buildings andtreading on trees
Godzilla rides again
Wrapping the map of the world round his knees
Godzilla rides again
Banging his head on the sky
He's so high!
Godzilla rides again
Bicycle chains are going down drains Big iron girders are bending Government ministers are going insane I tell you the whole world is ending
Godzilla rides again
Crushing a continent under his thumb
Godzilla rides again
Banging Mount Everest like a big drum (rum-ti-tum!)
Godzilla rides again
Singing like old Mamma Cass
What a gas!
Godzilla rides again
Policemen are wondering what they should do People are phoning the Queen Why is the sky such a beautiful blue? Why should the grass be so green?
Cassius Clay has called it a day
Batman and Robin are running away
What a scene!
What could it all mean?
Godzilla rides again
Composed 1970. Daryl, vocals, piano, bass guitar; Julie, backing vocals;
Ray Russell, guitar; John Marshall, drums.
[ 3 ] Dockland
There's a place I've been In my own home town Where I'm often seen When I'm feeling down It's a dockland scene
Where the water runs There's a big lock gate And it runs in tons While the big ships wait While the water runs
And a boat comes in In the early dawn As it touches shore Someone sounds the horn As the boat comes in
See, the harbour lights are winking far and wide
Hear the water lapping on the old keyside
See, where the oily swans are breeding
There's a morning tide receding
Leaving all the scrapmetal clean
It's a dockland scene
Oh the cranes are high In the harbour light Like the sailors they Never work at night But they're very high
There's a factory wall Where the flour-bags lie And they're stacked so tall That they reach the sky By the factory wall
See, the harbour chimneys stand and puff out smoke
While the sailors stand a shovel coal and coke
And you will find it most surprising
When the evening tide is rising
Watching all the scrapmetal drown
In my dockland town
There's a place I've been In my own home town Where I'm often seen When I'm feeling down...
Composed 1967. Daryl, vocals, piano, bass guitar; Ray Russell, guitar;
John Marshall, drums.
[ 4 ] Song Of The Cement Mixer
I was walking home from school When I spied a sight so cool An extraordinary tool Of the builders' guild or trade; It was surely British made And beside it stood a spade With some sand upon the blade.
'Twas a mixer of cement And the left back wheel was bent By a workman's leather boot In a union dispute; But it looked so very cute With its cogs all caked with rust And the starting handle bust.
Oh, concrete mixer, mixer fine
Turn around this heart of mine
And as you daily gaily grind
Please miox me up another mind.
By the concrete mixer's stand Stood a pyramid of sand With a bucket close at hand; Like a Michelangelo Or like something Picasso Hadn't thought about before; Or perhaps a Henry Moore.
Oh, concrete mixer, mixer fine
Turn around this heart of mine
And as you daily gaily grind
Please miox me up another mind.
It had caused me to lament
What a lot of time is spent
In life, in mixing up cement;
Yet it seemed to make a stand With its body-work so blithe For our green and pleasant land 'Gainst the hammer and the scythe. My life is getting such a bind I must get set or I shall find There's such a lot I've got to learn; I'd rather satnd and watch you turn.
Oh, concrete mixer, mixer fine
Turn around this heart of mine
And as you daily gaily grind
Please miox me up another mind.
Composed 1969. Daryl, vocals, piano, bass guitar; Daryl and Kerry, whistling; Ray Russell, guitar;
John Marshall, drums.
[ 5 ] The Year Is Gone
That night you drove me home – It was a year ago, After a day of snow. The night was cold,
And the year was very, very old.
I sat sunk in my coat
The collar to my throat And stared at the trees as we passed them by. And they bowed in the wind, and we heard then sigh:
"Pass on, lovers,
The hyear is gone, there will be others.
The spring will come again,
And the summer rain,
And neithr time nor the dark can tell you why."
And the car swam silently And lit the road ahead, As we sat together quietly, And dreamed of bed.
That was a year ago – That night you drove me home After a day of snow.
"Pass on, lovers
The hyear is gone, there will be others.
The spring will come again,
And the summer rain,
And neithr time nor the dark can tell you why."
Composed 1970. Julie, vocals; Daryl, piano, bass guitar; Ray Russell, guitar;
John Marshall, drums.
[ 6 ] Shades Of Blue
Nothing will let me lose the sight of you; Odd moments in a life are there to stay. Nothing can last for ever, though: that's true.
Tonight it all comes back in shades of blue – The happiness and beauty of a day. Nothing will let me lose the sight of you.
A memory of so much left to do – Of liquid fire, those eyes that wake the day. Nothing can last for ever, though: that's true.
Music, or wine, will make me talk of you, And leave new friends uncertain what to say. Nothing will let me lose the sight of you.
If this means nothing now, even to you, Then I feel nothing for you every day – Nothing can last for ever, though, that's true.
And everything I do, I do for you: I love you so much more than I can say. Nothing can make me lose the sight of you. Nothing can last for ever, though: that's true.
Composed 1971. Julie, vocals; Phil Lee, guitar; Daryl, bass guitar;
John Marshall, drums.
[ 7 ] The Keeper Of The Kiosk
The keeper of the kiosk in the park Locks her little life up after dark She says So long to the lovers in the leafy lane Farewell to the lucky dogs on leads See you again, see you again And to the darkening evening sky Bye-bye
And at half-past eight When they lock the gate She's gone home alone And nobody knows where she goes Nobody knows where she goes
And her days are made of ice-cream And hands across the counter Lady bountiful She's a daughter of the sun At fifty-one
And the same in the morning When the park-keeper's yawning She comes back alone And nobody knows where she's been Nobody knows where she's been
But the keeper of the kiosk The keeper of the kiosk She's a queen
Composed 1971. Daryl, vocals, piano, bass guitar; Ray Russell, guitar; John Marshall, drums.
[ 8 ] Whiskey Haze
In the bottle with the candle There's a teardrop made of wine And a joss-stick, scented sandal- wood, a slender starlit pine, And the smoke drifts in a spiral Round the sunflower-blossom flame Throwing haloes round the bottle Like a neon of your name. And that little drop of liquid Like a madman in a maze Runs around my mind and makes your face In the wine and whisky haze.
Can't you hear her laugh
As she dances in the rain
And the bells of hell laugh with her
Saints and angels in her train
And a hundred little children
Clap their hands to see her there
As she leads them minuetting in the square?
Can't you see her there
With the planets in her hair
Stepping like a warrior
From metoer to star
Scribbling in the stardust
Drawing faces on the moon
And eating rays of sunshine from a spoon?
And the smoke drifts in a spiral Round the sunflower-blossom flame Throwing haloes round the bottle Like a neon of her name. And a little drop of liquid Like a madman in a maze Runs around my mind and makes her face In the wine and whisky haze.
Composed 1969. Daryl, vocals, piano, bass guitar; Phil Lee, guitar; John Marshall, drums.
[ 9 ] I Am Sick, I Must Die
Rich men, trust not in wealth
Gold cannot buy you health Physic himself must fade All things to end were made The plague full swift goes by I am sick, I must die –
Lord have mercy on us!
Beauty is but a flower
Which wrinkles will devour
Brightness falls from the air
Quenns have died young and fair
Dust hath closed Helen's eye
I am sick, I must die –
Lord have mercy on us!
Strength stoops unto the grave
Worms feed on Hector brave
Swords may not fight with fate
Earth still holds ope her gate
Come, come, the bells do cry
I am sick, I must die –
Lord have mercy on us!
Composed 1970. Julie, vocals; Daryl, piano, bass guitar, fuzz bass;
Ray Russell, guitar; John Marshall, drums.
[ 10 ] Man Of Means
You've got money, you've got friends You are a man of means Your flat is full of actresses And beauty queens I've looked in through your window And I've seen just what you've got And somebody once told me That you think you've got the lot – After tax You've got money, you've got friends Man of Means, you haven't got the facts.
You've got a way with women You are a man of means But one or two have slipped away Between the scenes And scribbled on the mirror With the lipstick that you gave A letter to inform you That a woman's not a slave For a start – You've got money, you've got friends Man of means, you haven't got a heart.
You've got away with murder Mister man of means You've eaten lovely ladies Like a horror fiend
But relax and have a ball
Becuse the enemies and spies
That are watching from the hall
Wouldn't look you in the eyes
Like the friends who come to call
And toast you with your own champagne
Agree with every word you said
Turn their backs, and wish you dead
And who may never come to call on you again
There are guns and knives around you As you laugh and drink and dance You've got money, you've got friends
Man of means, you haven't got a chance.
Composed 1969. Daryl, vocals, piano, bass guitar; Ray Russell, guitar; John Marshall, drums.
[ 11 ] Illusion
I've seen the coloured craters and the mushrooms of the moon In profusion And paper people singing silly jingles out of tune In confusion The news is bad The blues are running backwards through my mind And Telstar tells me nothing But the flowerpot-men are kind In disillusion This illusion keeps me warm
I've got my soul on ice and it's kind of nice this way
Got my soul on ice
Let the crisis children call another day That's what I say
In a haze of potash In a crazy sunflash Turn on your mind but keep the volume down And watch the stuffing tumble From the TV clown
In a haze of potash
In a crazy sunflash
Turn on your mind but keep the volume low
And watch the black dwarf crumble
And the red mole moving slow
And you'll see the coloured craters and the mushrooms of the moon
In profusion
And paper people singing Hare Krishna out of tune
In confusion
The news is bad
The blues will scramble sideways through your mind
And Telstar tells you nothing
But the flowerpot-men are blind
In disillusion
This illusion keeps you warm
You've got your soul on ice and it's kind of nice that way
Got our soul on ice
Let the crisis children call another day
Please go away
Composed 1970. Julie, vocals; Daryl, backing vocals, piano, bass guitar; Ray Russell, guitar; John Marshall, drums.
Recorded at Livingstone Studios, East Barnet, London, 1971. Engineer unknown. Produced by Daryl Runswick.
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