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LKG 16 Cats Dragged In
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A acoustic guitar/piano boogie
boogie 50s childhood
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Singer-songwriter, arranger and producer: acoustic contemporary folk but ranging into rock/blues/country/jazz/humour...all very eclectic, I'm afraid!
Martin Stirrup Singer/songwriter An old folkie who got back into it... These days I sing and play guitar(s) and other stringed instruments, then score and orchestrate where appropriate. My taste becomes increasingly eclectic ranging from finger-picked folk through country to soft rock mixed in with a few more alternative and eccentric numbers, including the odd novelty foxtrot...
Song Info
Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic Rock
Charts
Peak #24
Peak in subgenre #4
Author
Martin Stirrup
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Martin Stirrup
Uploaded
January 15, 2023
Track Files
MP3
MP3 8.2 MB • 320 kbps • 3:34
Lossless
WAV 36.0 MB
Meta Data
BPM
140
Beat
4/4
Key
A maj
Vocals
Male
Character
Energy
relaxed, cool
high-energy
Positivity
dark, sad, angry
happy
Appeal
unique
radio-friendly
Story behind the song
A song of a London childhood in the 50s...
Lyrics
LKG 16 Cat’s Dragged In Intro /outro/fill !GA AACD AAGE DACD As a lad I ran wild always getting into scrapes Hanging with the kids on the street what jolly japes Mother made me brush my hair and wash my face But everybody knew she was on a losing race I'd go out scrubbed neat as a pin, come back Looking like something that the cat's dragged in We'd run the streets over a mile or so Looking for the places where nobody knows us Sneaking in the gasworks at the end of the day Sliding down the slag heaps on an old tin tray If a copper caught us he'd say what's up sonny Jim, you're Looking like something that the cat's dragged in DACD DAGEE7 Out on the streets from the age of 5 Maybe you wonder how I’m still alive But the kids on the street looked after one another A ragged tribe of sisters and brothers There were few parked cars little traffic on the streets There were parks and bomb sites plenty places we could meet There were horses and carts the occasional steamroller You could play cricket as the batter or the bowler When we slipped home for tea, we’d be greeted with a grin Despite Looking like something that the cat's dragged in So whatcha doing sitting by that tidy desk Jacked into the internet and all the rest Huddled up in your stuffy room The sun is shining outside why’re you hiding in the gloom Get out climb some trees and scarpe your skin Come home Looking like something that the cat's dragged in ?
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