a song about getting old and crabbit. this song has had some major reworking thank to ron jones of detroit aka guitarron, he has stripped out a lot of my original playing and added guitar , keyboards and bass to great effect.
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Story behind the song
updated again on the 19th of april , this time stripped backing vox back just leaving them on therefrain. updated again on friday the 18th of april 2008. this may be the finished product.updated on april 3rd 2008. guitarron from microrecorders.org via detroit. was given the individual tracks from this song to remix, this is the result a rough mix with added guitar, bass and keys. he is going to fine tune the mix and i will redo the vox. so watch this space. ron delighted with your input. cant wait to hear the proper mix.
Lyrics
A chorus a verse and a tune you could hum.
There’s no enough time in the day
To dae all the things that I’ve got tae dae
There’s no enough time left fur play
Am never at home, coz work takes me away
I never get time on my own
I’m lost in the crowd, and I’m never alone
Sometimes I just want tae go home
Pull out the plug on the telephone.
A chorus, a verse and a tune you could hum repeat
Everything just goes so fast
In the blink of an eye the moment has passed
Nothing at all seems to last
And what we’re left with is worthless and crass
It’s no like it wiz when wur young
The flowers they bloomed when spring was sprung
Remember the songs that we sung
A chorus, a verse and a tune you could hum
A chorus, a verse and a tune you could hum repeat
I think coz I’m getting mair auld
I mibbes less brave and am mibbes less bold
Believing the stories I’m told
Am writing a letter tae the Sunday post
Am giving the kids a hard time
Coz they’re driving me out of my mind
Am jealous oh the little swine
Coz it’s their world it’s no longer mine
A chorus, a verse and a tune you could hum repeat
Everythings coming humdrum
There’s too much reverb on the drums
Ah know thay’s annoying for some
But I don’t care if they get the hump
I’ll do it the way that I want
Like yon terriblee enfant
I’ll scream and I’ll yell and I’ll taunt
Till I get it the way I want
A chorus, a verse and a tune you could hum repeat
I wonder if I’ll have regrets
I don’t think the bookies are taking bets
It’s too early to say just yet
But I think this is all you’re gonna get
A chorus, a verse and a tune you could hum
But I think this is all you’re gonna get
words and music jim higgins