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Philosophy (Chords/Lyrics)

This is another one of those ‘throwaway‘ songs that I ended up recording, and it’s about staying at home to play guitar while your girlfriend goes out to the chip shop. I wrote it when I was staying at home to play guitar while my girlfriend went out to the chip shop. You can listen to the tune in the player below or click here to check it out on Soundcloud.

 

 

A C#m F# D x 2 (e)

She wants me to eat some food, while I hide out in my bedroom,

she wants to be the one who’s keeping me alive,

so I, think nothing’s wrong

when I stay at home and play my songs.

 

A B E A E

So please, please help me, don’t want to waste my time on some sublime philosophy.

Baby see what i mean, I try too hard to break this life’s monotony.

 

F shape (D finger is on): 7 (8) 9 2 7 2 x2 (14 last pass)

 

CHORUS

 

She wants me to fall asleep but I can’t close my eyes,

she wants my hands to hold her in the night,

so I, hope nothing’s wrong,

I cry sometimes and sold out all along.

 

CHORUS x 2

 

INTERLUDE

Geezers (Poem)

While this does take its title from a slang term for a group of men, it’s also the name of the hairdressers that I go to. This was written the day after I had a haircut, and that’s basically what it’s all about.

 

I am the man

with the itchy scalp

who sits beside you

on busses and trains

with one earphone in,

reading controversial books

and scratching my head

at them.

I made the mistake

of using gel,

and now if you pat my head

you’ll hear it crunch.

It reminds me

of a cat

that rolled

in the mud;

you’ll need

more than a brush

to fix this one.

You see,

I got my hair cut

by a professional,

even though

I don’t like

getting my hair cut.

Who the hell

wants a stranger

holding a razor

to the side of

their head?

This could be

potentially disasterous

if you’re post-traumatic

or otherwise

afraid of people,

like I am.

My hair is cut

by a woman

with a nervous tick,

and she likes to talk

about her children.

She’s a bubbly blonde

40-something

who cuts hair

for a living.

We have nothing

in common

but I trust her

not

to kill me.

Running

This poem is pretty much self-explanatory, I guess. I’ll let it speak for itself.

 

All my life has been the rain

and a busted up pen

with no ink in it.

When I go to the supermarket

to buy cheese and bread and alcohol,

I feel put out by the slow-walking,

offspring-producing normalfolk

who live their lives

oh so quietly.

Every time I turn a corner,

someone else is waiting.

Then there’s me,

and for a man who hates the limelight,

I love the limelight;

we have the same strange relationship

as my aching lungs

and a cardboard roach

at the tip of a dog-end.

I wish I had someone

to go twos with.

I write about smoking and drinking

far, far more than I ought to;

I’m not trying to be Bukowski, though:

I don’t like gambling

or racing horses.

I don’t even like

racing people.

Piss Or Beer?

This delightful little ditty is inspired by seeing a full pint of… something, I saw it in the doorway of a pub in Marlow, and I thought about how many times I’d seen these mysterious glasses lying around after a heavy night. So this happened.

 

Sometimes

you walk down the street

at 8:45 AM on a Monday morning,

half-asleep and still dreaming,

and as you overtake

two old women,

trundling along with tartan trolleys,

you spot something

in the doorway

of the boozer.

It’s a pint glass

full of gold,

either the last drink

from the night before

or the urine

of a dehydrated

vagabond.

And you think to yourself,

“Man,

it’s 8:45 AM on a Monday morning

but I could use

a drink right now.”

I don’t have much to lose,

and sometimes I get a little desperate,

but I haven’t yet

been tempted

to risk it.

Coming Back Around (Chords/Lyrics)

This one’s a relatively recent tune, one that I wrote as a throwaway and then later ended up recording. It’s the musical equivalent of a stream of consciousness piece, like most of my songs usually are. Enjoy!

 

A|—–5-7-

E|-5/7—-

 

B A G D B

 

It’s a bad day, it’s a bad night,

gotta be doing something right.

I changed my clothes, I dyed my hair,

must be something better hiding way out there.

 

B D E B   A/B

 

I know where I go, when I’m going out to hide myself,

please believe, this ain’t me, when I’m coming back around.

 

INTERLUDE

 

Let me tell you ’bout a dream I had today

I found myself in my living room.

Got no coffee cups, I’ve got no lemonade,

I got no shame can’t look the other way.

Let me bleed you like you just don’t understand

why I try so hard to live alone,

’cause this ain’t me and babe I’ve got to disagree,

can’t seem to see the meaning you believe.

 

BRIDGE

 

INTERLUDE

 

BRIDGE x2

Got No Time for Jesus (Chords/Lyrics)

I wrote this tune on the run up to Christmas 2015, when there was a lull during an office party. There was a guitar lying around, so I picked it up and started strumming and ended up writing this tune on a stack of paper. So festive.

 

INTRO:

 

E|————————————–

G|———–7-5—0——————–

B|—————7———————-

D|————————————–

A|————————————–

E|————————————–

A  G  A x3

A G A   C

 

VERSE:

AGAG (riff) x2

 

D C D

 

E|————————————–

G|————————————–

B|————————————–

D|————————————–

A|-5-3——————0—————

E|————————3-2———–

A G A G

 

 

E D E    D#

D C D    C

A G A    C x2

 

 

CHORUS:

D C D  A G A x2  E D A

 

 

STRUCTURE:

 

INTRO

 

VERSE ONE:

I sit alone in the corner, feel like I’m a disease,

got no time for Santa Claus and presents under the tree.

I’ve been trying so hard to find myself,

kinda struggled with my mental elf,

and I,

I ain’t got no time for Jesus.

 

INTERLUDE

 

VERSE TWO:

It always seemed so easy

to let the weather deceive me,

got no time for tinsel towns

and fake festivity.

I’ve been roaming all over town,

gotta live it up before you live it down,

I ain’t got no time for Jesus.

 

INTERLUDE

 

CHORUS:

I ain’t got no time for Jesus.

I ain’t got no time for Jesus.

He ain’t got no time for me,

so I got no time for the trinity,

and I…

 

OUTRO:

I ain’t got no time for Jesus. x4

It Doesn’t Matter Much (Lyrics)

This song is a newer one, which is why I haven’t got round to actually writing the tab for it. But I still wanted to share it because it’s a lot of fun, and you can still check out the lyrics below – as well as a recording of it, which you can also listen to here. Enjoy!

 

 

VERSE LICK INTRO

 

VERSE ONE (PMed):

People say that I’m a liar.

People say that I’m a thief.

They say I work too hard and I should settle down.

It doesn’t matter much to me.

 

INTERLUDE

 

VERSE TWO:

People say that I’m a coward.

People say that I’m diseased.

I fell downstairs and hit my head on every step.

It doesn’t matter much to me.

 

CHORUS:

Just close your eyes and maybe hold me tight tonight.

And baby, say you’ll hold my hand.

Just try to tell me why you hide your heart’s delight,

and maybe try to understand.

 

INTERLUDE/SOLO

 

CHORUS

 

And I’ll show you that I owe you

And I’ll try so hard to please,

because I want to get to know you,

and I’ll get  down on my knees.

 

Em D C

 

And I’m sharing my disease.

And I’m spreading my disease.

You need a quick release.

Babe, I’m sharing my disease.

So Tired

This is a blog of sorts, I guess. No, more than that – it’s a disclaimer. I feel like I haven’t been a very good person of late, and like my friends and family are probably wondering why I have no time for them. I’ve barely left the house. I’ve also not been much fun to be around.

I’m aware of it, and I’m working on it. To be honest, I’m doing my utmost best just to stay sane and sober, so kindness and politeness is a little bit of an extra. It’s important to me, but I’m so tired that sometimes I just can’t help myself. My anxiety and depression are both going through the roof, but I know that it’s a sacrifice and an investment in the future, and one that I’m happy to make.

For those of you that don’t know, I quit my job at fst. I wasn’t enjoying the work and so I’ve decided to strike out on my own. I’ve been taking on more and more freelance work, and I’m currently basically working two full-time jobs. Because of that, I don’t always have time to eat, or sleep, or shower. Times are pretty dire.

But it’s only going to be for another 40 days or so. I mean, it’s a long, intimidating time to be working this hard, this constantly, but it’s for the greater good. And when everything’s settled down, I’ll get back to jogging every day and trying not to smoke cigarettes. I guess I’ll keep you up-to-date with that.

In the meantime, please bear with me until normal service is resumed. I’m doing my best. And thanks for your support.

Autosuggest (Poem)

This is a new poem that relied on a different approach. I picked out the first word in each of the lines of the poem and then wrote it up using autosuggest, tapping the middle word repeatedly until the lines were finished. It’s weird, but it works. Enjoy.

 

I don’t want you back in my room but you can have it a little more then I’ll try and get it done

But it’s okay to go back home safe to get a job at a new ticket home safe to get a new one to get the bus to go to bed early

And I’m not going back home lol I’m so happy for my birthday I love it

Still at least one thing about the game and I just came my way home from work to my room to watch a new one

People are so cute I love them all

What I’m doing you will have a little something on my mind

My mama is called me back

Get well done and get it done

I’m just going back home for the first week and then I’ll try and it will get you done with it this time

Stop trying so I can just stay home and then go to sleep

Forget the pub and the train is going on to go home for a while

Why is the only thing I want for my mother and my sister for the next book blog?

Strange how I feel about the time of the day when I’m not in my life but it’s okay to go back home safe and happy

Great to have the best time for a new ticket to my freelance client and a freelance writer and I can do a lot more on the blog than Facebook

Get a Facebook page on the Facebook app for the Facebook page Facebook Facebook page for the app and the app will do not have the Facebook page

Okay that’s okay I just want you some cool people

Anyway I just want you some more time and stuff like that

Let Go (Chords/Lyrics)

This one is an older song, but it checks out. It’s a random one, but it has some decent lines in it – I think so, at least. You can listen to it in the player below or click here to listen to it on Soundcloud.

 

 

INTRO/VERSE: C Am F G

 

BRIDGE: Am G

 

CHORUS: Em Am G

 

VERSE ONE:

She asked me if I’d say goodbye, I crossed my heart and said “I’d rather die”, but I know it’s only an illusion.

Six cigarettes and seven cans, I couldn’t count them on both my hands, but I… would die…

 

BRIDGE:

Without them… without them… this I know…

 

VERSE TWO:

My greatest fear is being buried alive, but all that vanishes with cider inside.

My greatest treasure is the words that I write, but nothing matters when you’re lonely at night.

So I sing about the faces that I knew when I was young,

some have gone, some have stayed. Some are desperate to get fucking laid.

Which are you? Which are you? Which are you?

 

CHORUS:

So when you’re lying in your bed, carry on regardless.

Because we’re dying for a drink and we would give up everything,

and if we can’t go out winning then at least we’ll go out singing,

like this.

 

VERSE THREE:

So when the kids that used to bully you are having children of their own

and when your family resents you ‘cause you left your childhood home.

Just remember you’re not laughing ‘cause that joke’s been over told

And at 22, your young mind knows your body’s growing old.

 

Let go.