Song picture
Prime Cut Meat and Fine French Wine
Like
Playlist
Comment Share
License   $0.00
Free download
Ch-ch-ch-anges, as David Bowie said.
tibet dominic williams songwrit prime cut meat man of the mountains darts to the heart
Creative Commons license
Commercial uses of this track are NOT allowed.
Adaptations of this track are NOT allowed to be shared.
You must attribute the work in the manner specified by the artist.
Artist picture
As a solo performer, I'm a singer-songwriter, Spanish classical guitarist. Wide range of live, clubs, festivals, radio etc., There's a few people out there doi
I recently returned to performing after a break of many years. Accompanying myself on Spanish classic or electro-acoustic guitar, the material combines original compositions, folk, music from singer-songwriters, ragtime and tunes from the Spanish classical guitar repertoire. Recently been playing in a band in and around Liverpool but it broke up. Forwards and onwards...
Song Info
Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic Guitar
Charts
Peak #220
Peak in subgenre #56
Author
Dominic Williams
Rights
P.R.S. and M.C.P.S. Copyright controlled.
Uploaded
July 02, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.6 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Is the dream of the 60s still alive? Someone once described this as a song about how our ideals become compromised by time. That'll do for me. I change it a little for these days but not much. Thanks to Danny Metcalf for some very sensitive guitar work.
Lyrics
Last time that we met, old friend, you were into health and Zen You were a vegetarian then, you offered me sesame seeds But now it’s prime cut meat and fine French wine There’s none of that burdock and dandelion It’s good bye to the good old times, Now we have different needs. We used to both look different then, In the good old way back when Say, whatever became of them Flowers and bells and beads? For now the clothes you wear are Burton’s best, John Weitz designs the way you dress You subscribe to the Tory press, You’re of the executive breed. These days we both have homes we’ve bought And salaries with several noughts. Is it something that we’ve caught ? A terminal case of greed? For you say, “Give me two inch of pile and Parker Knoll seating, Give me a house with central heating….” You don’t get out much to protest meetings, You stay home at night and read. Last time that we met old chum You and I were a couple of bums, But say whatever did become of the people we wanted to be? For these days you tell a different story All through the eighties you voted Tory But what did you do with your Morning Glory And your organic killer of weeds? Last time that we met, old friend, You were into health and Zen But, say, whatever became of them Flowers and bells and beads?
Comments
Please sign up or log in to post a comment.