Sunday, April 15, 2012

Songs from the Coventry Underground - Trev Teasdel

In 2007 Broadgate Gnome (The Underground magazine of the Coventry Diggers - 1970) created the Gnome Label (an idea they had for an alternative record label in 1970 but which never came was reincarnated in the digital age). It's aim this time around was to published Coventry bands and artists that never got published back in the 70's. "Records we Never Made" was one of the slogans. I (Trev Teasdel) was busy documenting the Coventry Music scene of the 1970's on Vox blogs and also a site for my digital version of my song recorded on old cassettes or a portastudio and telling the song stories which related to the Coventry scene. Hench I was the first artist they published via CD and digitally via Amazon USA and I Tune Europe. The songs, being mostly working version recorded on cassette during the writing process and digitally enhanced, really had a bootleg feel to them - hence the title - Songs from the Coventry Underground. The CD was a limited edition and somewhat of a collectors item potentially, i'm told. The album was originally called Coventry Days.

This blog will tell the stories of the songs and some that never made to the CD.

This is the blurb that the Gnome Label used to promote the album.

"Songs from the Coventry Underground - Is a collection of the earlier songs from poet and performer Trev Teasdel.  It is very apt that he should feature at the very beginning of our Retro-Cov platform.
 This is the guy that played an important role in thedevelopment of  Coventry's musical conciousness. He kept an alternative voice alive with the production of Hobo magazine that continued the trail from where the fading footprints of the Gnome could still be identified. Taking over the booking of live bands at the Arts Umbrella, he continued the policy that allowed many of the new local bands an airing as well as bringing in some excellent but not often seen names from outside of the City.

He also created one of the cornerstones of the Coventry Music scene, with the inception of the open jam sessions at the Holyhead Road Arts centre.

He left Coventry to study and has since been as active as ever, with an impressive workload of teaching new writers, running poetry magazines and venues from his Teesside home while still writing and performing his own material.

But that's not the only reason for choosing his work for this release. He is a master craftsman of his artform. His lyrics are carefully honed with the occasional surprise. The working of the words "under the Speenhamland scheme" into the lyric of Captain Swing, written some 20 years before the arrival of Billy Bragg, is phenomenal and deserves a place in the record books.

Aside from that, his work reverberates with the angst and expectations that many living in Coventry at the that time will have felt. Often written on long walks home up the London Road after the last bus, or in teabreaks while working at the GEC. The collective lyrics paint a picture of youthful exhilaration and myradiacl inspirations with echoes of revolt. Some might suggest that they could have been written in and about any city in those times. No they could only come from one place....Our Coventry.

17 tracks on Songs From the Coventry Underground - Shortly After Midnight / Well I Don't Know / The Phoenix / The Isolate / Mrs Stress and Strain / Just Before Dawn / A Lotta Rain is Fallin' / Throw Down My Pack / Scarf / A Teardrop in the Tees / Tonight (Loneliness Surrounds me Like the Dark of Night / Back in Winter Town / With Someone Nice Like You / Captain Swing / Shortly After Midnight (Early version) / Postcards of China / Visions of a Brighter Day." Digger Dave - Gnome Label


Many of the songs are solo by Trev Teasdel but others include members of a recording band Trev had on Teesside in the 1980's who did some of his songs and whom he called Trev and the Collective Unconscious. This out fit consisted of Trev and Steve Gillgallon (who variously played synth, bass and keyboards and acoustic lead.) / Steve Ingledew who played keyboards and did some of the recordings.




The Gnome label published other Coventry artists too but digitally. These include Dave Pepper (former front man with the X Certs (c 1979), Kristy Gallacher ( a young Coventry singer songwriter), Culture Fuzion (Jim Pryal), The Is (Coventry's Al Docker's Cornish reggae band), Neil O'Connor (Hazel's brother) and more.

The original label back in 1970 was aiming to launch itself with a Live album recorded at the Lanch Poly (Now Coventry University in 1970 by Wandering John - one of the most popular rock and blues bands in Coventry at the time.

Below will be posts with the you tube versions of the songs - other drafts and the lyrics and stories. It will also tell you something about the Coventry music scene of the 70's at the same time.

Shortly After Midnight - Trev and the Collective Unconscious

There are two versions of Shortly After Midnight on the album - this is the earlies version recoded in Middlesbrough 1985 on a Fostex X15. The later version 1986 is more developed but i like Steve Gillgallon's Synth playing on this. Steve palyed bass and lead guitar and this was his first use of my new Yamaha synth (as seen in the video).

Lyrics and song story and second version of the track to follow soon.



Shortly After Midnight (85 demo) Trev and the Holy Grail from Trev Teasdel on Vimeo.

SHORTLY AFTER MIDNIGHT

Quiet in the town
Darkness creeps around
Silence is a menace
Sleep cannot be found.

Tension in the town
Your heart begins to pound
Feet begin to itch
Toss and turn around

Feel you wanna cry
Burning of the eye
Explosion of the soul
Helplessly you lie

Feel the tension rise
Fear is in your eyes
Seems you want to scream
Then the feeling dies

Chorus
Shortly after midnight, shortly after midnight
Shortly after midnight, shortly after midnight
Stranger in the cold light, standing in the moonlight

There a knocking at the door
A feeling not quite right
That robbed the purse of hope
And left you naked in the night

It crept upon you unawares
Teased and tore you like a cat
‘Til you screamed out inside
“What the hell is that!”

(Chorus)
Shortly after midnight, shortly after midnight
Shortly after midnight, shortly after midnight
Stranger in the cold light, standing in the moonlight


(Bridge)
Emptiness was floodlit by the moon
As it crept through window into the room
Hand in hand with the darkness in the soul
Ushered in by the sound of a silent drum roll – oll etc.

Quiet in the town
Not a single sound
Moon turned out its light
In the darkest deep of night

The wind it made no sound
Sleep could not be found
Darkness did surround

Midnight in the town

Well I Don't Know - Trev and the Collective Unconscious

WELL I DON'T KNOW 
The original lyrics 1970 by Trev Teasdel. Music by Johnny Adams (1973) for original version, Trev Teasdel, Steve Gillgallon, Steve Ingledew (1986) for the version below.


Well I Don't Know - Trev and the Collective Unconscious 1986 from Trev Teasdel on Vimeo.

Well I Don't Know - Song Story
The days of OMD, Kraftwerk, Human League, the 80's. 1986, Palm Street, Middlesbrough, armed with keyboards, synths and an X15 portastudio, we spent our weekends creating music. This track featured, Steve Gillgallon bass / keys. Steve Ingledew keys, drum-machine programming. Trev Teasdel - guitar (hidden in the mix as a guide) & keys, began as a lyric in Cov 1970 after reading the 'Story of the Blues' and walking home from the GEC observing kids out of school throwing stones and kicking balls around! "Well I don't know, I got no stone throw, Well I don't know, I got no ball to catch. My friend the sun, fled to Australia, Oh please come back and dawn on me!". In 1973 Johnny Adams - who later was in the punk band Squad after Terry Hall left to join the Specials, put music to it on guitar, in a Ralph McTell picking style. It became folk not blues. In 1986, Middlesbrough, I played the song to my Middlesbrough musician friends. We began to redevelop it as a keyboard track, adding a new bridge and changing the melodic structure. After multi-tracking, there wasn't room for the vocals (bad planning) but i found it difficult to sing over as the melodies were too strong so I left it as an instrumental. I think it works. It appeared in 2007 on my Gnome album Songs from the Coventry Underground.

WELL I DON'T KNOW
I don't know
I got no stone to throw
Well I don't know
I Got no ball to catch.
My friend the sun
Fled to Australia
Oh please come back
And dawn on me.
I don't know
Perhaps I'll leave here
Perhaps I'll go
Far far away ..ay.
I don't know
My soul's a star
Trapped in a jar
It all seems so far ..
(Bridge)
The road is calling but I
Can't go on
This restless feeling calls
Me on and on
The lake she sings to me
Says I have no fish to give.
The tree he watches me
With no place to live.
I don't know
I got no place to be
Oh I don't know

Oh I don't know
It doesn't worry me.
I don't know
I'm so alone now
Along ways from home.
I don't know
perhaps I'll lose my way
Well I don't know
why should I stay
but then again
I got no way to lose
All I possess
Is the blues.
(Bridge)
The road is calling but I
Can't go on
This restless feeling is calling
Me on and on
The lake she sings to me
Says I have no fish to give.
The tree he watches me
With no place to live.
I don't know
Guess I'll write a song
Oh I don't know
It all seems so wrong.
Lyrics by Trev Teasdel 1970

The Phoenix - Trev and the Collective Unconscious

Video and song story to come to this

THE PHOENIX Middlesbrough 1986

After the planes came
With bombs for our city.
After the night-raid’s
Nightmare intensity.

In the wake of the heartbreak-
Life-quakes
Sorrow in the heart-shocked
Fear-shelled
tomorrow.

Chorus
You – must carry on – Rise from the ashes – Soar in the sky
You – mustn’t give in – have faith in your future – pride in your past
You – must carry on – Rise from the ashes – Soar in the sky
You – mustn’t give in – Just like the phoenix – Never say die.


The Sirens sounded
The scramble for shelter.
Survival in crisis
Fear jammed the senses.
The drone of the bombers
Descending like demons
Menacing our skyways,
Our streets are exploding
Sudden cadence of brick-fall
Operation – Moonlight Sonata.

Bridge
This is for those who fell in the moonlight
While the bombers raged and the ….

In the silence
Of heart-stopped
emergence
From shelters
The seeking of loved ones
In rubble hid carnage.
A spirit was rising
Hardened by hammers
That called forth the flames
In the shape of a future.
From the embers of darkness







The Isolate - Trev and the Collective Unconscious

Holding Place - info and audio to come to this.

Mrs Stress and Strain - Trev Teasdel


Mrs Stress and Strain - Trev Teasdel from Trev Teasdel on Vimeo.

MRS STRESS AND STRAIN
                                 
When the sun is out shining
Are you always ironing?
Does your Steven need new shoes?
And Mary have the lover’s blues?
As life all around gets tense
Do you ask yourself
‘where is the sense?’

Maybe the milkman hasn’t been
And your rooms aren’t very clean.
So many bills to be paid
On your mind they’re all weighed
Prices rising so much higher
And your state is getting dire.

Chorus
Mrs Stress and Strain, 
To the kitchen sink you’re chained.  
Worry haunts your life, 
I see you are the wife
of Mr Toil and Strife.

They say “A women’s works is never done
and the housework isn’t fun
Who else would work as hard as you
Such long hours, no rest due.
The stresses and the strains you bear,
The children and the mothercare!

And the beat goes on, day by day,
The isolation wears your soul away.
There’s nothing to show for all your work
Because you can’t stop a room from gathering dirt!
Do you feel you’ve got no life left of your own,
A permanent fixture, a doorpost in your home.

Chorus

And though you’ll never make ends meet,
The adverts entice you to compete
With an image of an ‘all-mod-con
Trendy space age super mom.’
Should profiteers always hold the trump cards?
You’ve been dealt a hand of jokers –
Oh What a fa├žade!

Sometimes slave means the same as mom.
Who does everyone fall back upon.
They don’t think there can be another side of you
Only see what they expect of you.
Locked into the family situation
With the pills to ease your aggravation.
Chorus…

Sit down, sit back, light up and sigh,
Does your position in society make you cry?
How hard’s the fortune of all women kind,                   
Always in fetters, always confined.
Bound down by parents until made wives
Slaves to their husbands the rest of their lives.

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The lyric was first written in Coventry, January 1969 and re-written or extended c 1976.
Song Story
This has an interesting song history! : I wrote the first version of the lyric when I was 17, & used magazines like New Society with its sociological articles or Psychology magazines with articles like "The nervy young housewife!" for inspiration. Those kind of articles inspired "The Ups and Downs in the life of Mr Toil and Strife" which Nigel Clarke of Coventry duo Cardinal covered and wrote this counter part - "Mrs Stress and Strain!" to go with it. In the mid 70's, with things becoming more political in Coventry, I  read a number of feminist books, Juliet Mitchell, Sheila Rowbothem etc. & articles like "To pay her is not to free her" which discussed the dicotomy between the "socialist and bourgoise feminists" on housework perspectives. After which I extended the lyric and set it music. In 1980 we had a little acoustic band with Andy Cairns on lead guitar, who had played in a jazz rock band with Horace Panter long before The Specials and the upright string bass player was also a roadie / Van driver with The Selecter at the time and we had a female singer. We were acoustic not Ska but Andy skanked this one up a bit. However this version is my original humble cassette demo version before it got rearranged. The band split up when Andy and I went separate ways to do degrees so we never got to gig.

Just Before Dawn - Trev Teasdel




Just Before Dawn - Trev Teasdel from Trev Teasdel on Vimeo.



Just Before Dawn (1970) by Trev Teasdel
- Recorded on Cassette Player 1979

Breeze blowing through the trees,

Squirrels squatting on their knees

Breeze blowing through the trees,

Squirrels squatting on their knees

Trying not to freeze

In amongst the trees

Searching for acorns

Just before dawn - Just before Dawn

Just before Dawn - Just before dawn

And the wind blows free

of the ripples of the city

Just before dawn, just before dawn

Just before dawn, just before dawn.


Then silence vomits an almighty roar

A thousand vehicles and maybe more

Stampede the main arterial lanes

To face their daily stresses and strains

and engines sing to morning faces

bustling off to their work places.

Oh Oh City light - Oh oh City light.


Refresh your lungs in the morning smog

Find a patch of grass to walk your dog

Wander by in an urban dream

'long the banks of a traffic stream

Black birds nesting in the branches

of the local factories.


Oh oh City light - oh oh City light


Listen to cockcrow in the clock tower

announcing the arrival of another rush hour

(another rush hour, another rush hour.)


Oh oh City light - Oh oh city light.

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Wrote the lyrics about the morning rush hour while working at the GEC in Coventry 1970 and set it to a fast paced picking tune later in the 70's. The lyrics were compressed from a Moody Blues inspired concept album I had planned, looking at the working day and alienation and the environment.

A Lotta rain is Fallin' - Trev Teasdel




A Lotta Rain is Fallin' - Trev Teasdel from Trev Teasdel on Vimeo.

A LOTTA RAIN IS FALLIN’
A lotta rain is fallin’, but the earth has moved aside
There’s a lotta bullets flying but the victim’s found somewhere to hide
There’s a lotta rivers flowin’ but the seas learned how to fly.
There’s a lotta clouds a wondering which rockets knicked the sky
‘cos the roads are moving fast but the cars are standing still
and so much is happening yet nothing’s ever done
Oh we want to see the light but we’re dazzled by the sun.
(Bridge)
And some people’s only sunshine
Are their Cornflakes in the morning time
And the age of instant sunshine
In packets of bright display
I know will be dawning, in some future day.
There’s a lotta tears a fallin’, and more are being cried
There’s a lotta people trampled on as man takes another stride
There’s a lotta smoke a rising but the sky’s learned how to swim
There’s a lotta faces smiling but their hearts are feeling grim
Cos a lotta tension’s forming and the bags about to burst
There’s gotta be an answer cos the world is getting worse.
A lotta help is needed to get that truck back on the road
Cos too many people are pullin’ too heavier a load. Trev teasdel June 1970

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Song Story
I wrote this at GEC Stoke Works, Coventry (Telecommunications section) where i worked in 1970. I was 19 and my shop steward, Pete Waterman, who also worked there at that time, spotted me writing and asked to have a look. I had no idea who he was at that time, apart from the shop steward who sometimes called us out for meetings. Pete wasn;t yet the icon he bcame with SAW back then but was Coventry's Top Soul DJ and had sang and played Rhythm guitar in local R & B bands like Tomorow's Kind and before that, the Pilgrims. 

Pete took the lyric away and a week later brought it back and played me his version, using 7th chords, on a single cassette playe (state of the art for 1970!). His version, played on acoustic guitar, sounded like a cross between Paul McCartney with the rough R & B edges of Bob Dylan. Pete didn't have his own company at that stage and so nothing further happened with it although he did run a progressive music venue at the Walsgrave in Coventry which i helded out with, doing the door and helping the bands set up their equipemnt at the gigs. pete was going to perform it on stage there but never did. he liked the line "There’s a lotta rivers flowin’ but the seas learned how to fly." and repeated it twice in his version for emphasis. pete got me to write lyrics for other bands at the time but with bands constantly breaking up and reforming, nothing permanent came of it. Later, in 1973, I was running Hobo, Coventry Music and Arts magazine and Pete had left GEC to set up his Soul Hole record store, selling Soul imports and Northern Soul material. He wrote an article for the magaine on meeting the Three Degrees and Bowie and advertised in the magazine. In 1981, having lost contact with pete after I moved to Teesside to do my degree, I put my own acoustic music to it, which is the version here with Steve Gillgallon on lead guitar. the song was partly influenced by King Crimson's Epitaph and we later did a version with keybaords on, of which I haven;t yet got a decent version on to the computer. 

Throw Down My Pack - Trev Teasdel




Throw Down My Pack - Trev Teasdel from Trev Teasdel on Vimeo.

THROW DOWN MY PACK

Give me my pack; I’ll be on my way
The lakes of this land are now dry
It’s been a good soldier in its day
But its eyes have no water to cry.

The sun looks bright but the land is in shadow
Like madmen we tried to swim a tideless sea.
A sky full of planes but nowhere to land them
A head full of ideas that cried to be free.

Instrumental Break…

Throw down my pack; I’m bound for to stay
I think we can turn on the tap.
Turning the tap is like tugging Excalibur
We need all hands at the tap.

The sun looks bright; we’ll invite it to stay
Once we find a place to land our planes.
A hand full of ideas; a jug full of water
Reap the fruit of our aims.

Where has the love gone; we’re empty and aching
Where has the fun gone; it’s turned into violence.
Where are the people with words and no action?
Let’s have the action and less of the words.
By Trev Teasdel June 1973 (Coventry)

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SONG STORY

This song came about after we started Hobo (Coventry Music and Arts Magazine) early June 1973. I started the magazine with John Bargent (Bo) and John provided the cash for printing the first edition and was going to generate income via adverts to pay for the printing of what would be a community based magazine. However John left after the first issue to be the road manager with Coventry jazz rock outfit Khayyam who had a residency at Ronnie Scots and European tour lined up. John ran Rougestarr Promotions, management and disco and before we started Hobo, he was promoting me as a singer songwriter.

I couldn;t aford to put the second edition out , due in July as a result and the first part of this song, for reflects the disappointment - 
" Give me my pack; I’ll be on my way
The lakes of this land are now dry
It’s been a good soldier in its day
But its eyes have no water to cry."

But while interviewing another Coventry band Fission, in the Dive Bar (Lady Godiva) I met Babs Wainwright who offered to get the magazine duplicated at her office. The first issue had been offset Lithoed and duplicating was not as good but it meant I could get an issue out so i am eternally grateful to Babs (now sadly passed and featured in the video) for rescuing Hobo and for thus influencing the latter part of the song -
"Throw down my pack; I’m bound for to stay
I think we can turn on the tap.
Turning the tap is like tugging Excalibur
We need all hands at the tap."

For me, the song, metaphorical, is about those times when everything goes wrong and you feel like giving up but then things change and you are back in gear, feeling more positive. When the Gnome Label put the track on Amazon USA in 2007, Amazon added the track to a list of songs of possible interest to Back Packers! Well it could be seen that way but for me it was an internal journey.



Khayyam








Scarf - Trev Teasdel

Video to come to this and song story

SCARF
That night we were drunk in a downtown bar
And you were careful no to let me go too far
I said I’d take you home and you thought I had a car
Oh I tried so hard just to make you laugh
And you said that you’d Knit me a scarf.

Outside on the street, walking you home
We confided to each other, tired of being alone
I complained that my neck was getting cold
And you put your arms around me in a loving hold
And you tried so hard just to make me laugh
And you cuddled me in your arms like a scarf.

You told me you were training and I said “What for”
to be a mechanic” – you hoped it would opens some doors
And you were so surprised when I thought it was good
Then you tripped me up and rolled me in the mud
And like a scarf you smothered me in love.

Half an hour later, worn out and wet
You told me how of late you had been up set
And invited me in when we got back to your flat
And I tripped over and I swore at your cat
And I made the cocoa and you fixed the stereo
And you tried so hard just to make me laugh
And if you knot me a scarf, then I’ll knit you one back

Song By Trev Teasdel Coventry / Middlesbrough 1981

A Teardrop in the Tees - Trev Teasdel




Teardrop in The Tees - Trev Teasdel 1981 from Trev Teasdel on Vimeo.

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A TEAR DROP IN THE TEES

Little Cleveland Kathy grew up in the slums
The rain leaked through the roof
and the paint flaked off the walls.
At night, in bed, in winter
her feet grew cold and numb
In a house that wasn't weather-proof
she'd shiver till morning come.

Kathy's parents quarreled, all the time they could,
Always short on money
Always flush for tears.
Her mother claimed her father was a lazy ne're do good
cos he could never find employment
and drank his dole down in the pub.

Chorus.
And Kathy's voice was lost
like a teardrop in the Tees
Like wood that can't be seen for trees
A teardrop in the Tees.
Kathy she resided, in a home divided
Like muck that clogs the kitchen sink
she was always in the way.
Never knowing where to turn
to clear confusion from her head.
In the land of ‘do-without’, with tears she wet her bed.

Kathy took a walk down by
where the Tees flows deep and wide.
Feeling quite at home amongst
the rust and the bitter waves.
She saw the beaten path between the dole and the factory yard.
She felt just like the can she kicked
crushed and beaten on all sides.

By Trev Teasdel 1981

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This song was written in 1981 on Teesside for a Radio Tees Folk Song Competition and this version was recorde on Singer Songwriters Dave Wood's reel to reel in one take. The song was based on an early version written in Coventry and I reworked the lyrics for Teesside - originally called Mary Annabella. We did a later version 1982 with Ann Wainwright on Flute and backing vocals and Colin Walker on Violin and arrangement for a performance at the Dovecot Arts centre in stockton. A practice version of that will be added here in time.



Tonight Loneliness Surrounds me

Video and song story to come to this

Tonight Loneliness Surrounds Me
(Like the Dark of Night)

Sat at the table we sat last night
Looking at the chair from where you looked at me-
Last night.
Wishing I could see you there now,
Loving eyes. Lovely hair.
It all serves to remind me how much –
I need someone nice like you to care.

Sat at the window where I watched for you.
Looking at the people looking at me
looking for you.
Wishing I could see you there now,
Heart that loves. Soul that cares.
It all serves to remind me how much –
I need someone nice like you to care.

Chorus
Last night it was the wine that was flowing
Tonight it's the tears that are flowin'
Tonight loneliness surrounds me like the dark of night

Sat on the edge of love awaiting your return
Looking inside my soul as my feelings burn
Wishing I could see you there now,
Words so tender, lips that heal
It all serves to remind me how much,
I need someone nice like you to care.

Bridge
Just a tender word in my ear would ease my fear.
People say such ugly things and in my mind it rings and rings
But just a tender word from you can make loneliness stand up and sing.

Piano song by Trev Teasdel Feb 1982 Middlesbrough

Back in Winter Town - Trev Teasdel

BACK IN WINTER TOWN Music and Lyrics by Trev Teasdel


Back in Winter Town - Trev Teasdel from Trev Teasdel on Vimeo.

Song Story for Back in Winter Town
In 1970, Steve Harrison (drummer of the Coventry band - The Mick Green Blues Band - later with L'homme de Terre in the 80's) ask me to write some lyrics for the Mick Green Band. Back in Winter Town was one of them. In Middlesbrough 1985, I put together this cassette demo, playing all the instruments with a different feel - Synth bass, keys and acoustic guitar / multi-tracked vocals - with a view to my little band developing the song. However the demo got used for my 2007 Gnome Label album ' Songs from the Coventry Underground'. It's a bit unusual I think about that searching we all do - could be love or fame or whatever but when you find it - it dazzles you and you're Back in Winter Town again! Vid hosts some of my photos - 

BACK IN WINTER TOWN
I persevered through
Persistent rain
Believing that the sun must shine.
Through the thunder clouds,
I kept my head
Wishing that the sun would shine.
I was isolated
by deep frozen snow
Believing that the sun would shine.
And the sun did shine,
and it shone so bright
that it dazzled me.

Chorus
And the rain came down
Now I’m back in Winter Town
And the rain came down
Now I’m back in Winter Town

(Bridge)
I'm a child of the snow. I'm a child of the snow. I'm a child of the snow

I dug my way through fields of hurt
Believing I would find the key.
Through the gates of pain,
I kept my head
Believing I would find the key.
I was left alone,
In that nowhere zone
Believing that the key I'd find
And the key did shine
and it shone so bright
that it dazzled me.

Chorus
And the rain came down
Now I’m back in Winter Town
And the rain came down
Now I’m back in Winter Town.

(Bridge repeat)

Words 1970 Music 1986
By Trev Teasdel.


With Someone Nice like you - Trev Teasdel


With Someone Nice Like You - Trev Teasdel (1980 Cassette demo) from Trev Teasdel on Vimeo.

With Someone Nice Like You


I torture myself, with pent up fears
I brood a lot, I brew tea for one
I ask myself “how come”
How come I just can’t face the pots
I tie myself right up in knots

Chorus
And I long to spend my time
And I long to spend my time
Yes I long to spend my time
With someone nice like you.

I smashed a cup washing up
I burnt the toast
I missed the post
And I ask myself “Whyfore”
Whyfore I haven’t fixed the drafty door
I’m frozen right through to the core

Chorus
And I long to spend my time
And I long to spend my time
Yes I long to spend my time
With someone nice like you.

Oh the nights are cold
Oh the nights are long
All I do, it comes out wrong
I wash my clothes but still they pong
How come I just can’t get it right?
Sadness got me in his long-range sights

To chorus..

Bridge
When I see a lover by your side
I turn my love lights low
Take my part in a melancholy show
Oh I just don’t know
Don’t know how to show I just don’t care
When my feeling set fire to my hair.

To Chorus.

By Trev Teasdel – Coventry 1980

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SONG STORY

I wrote this one in 1980 in repsonse to Tony (Mojo) Morgan asking me to write some songs for his new Ska Band - EMF. Two Tone had broken in Coventry and the world and i'd written lyrics for Tony 10 years before for the Mick Green Blues Band of which he was the bass player.

However by the time I'd finished the songs, Tony had recruited two female singers who came complete with their own material. The band went on to record for RCA and won the Battle of the bands and both sides of their single can be heard here. My demo of this (one of two songs for the band) appeared on Songs from the Coventry Underground in 2007, being a cassette demo in the writing stage.







Captain Swing - Trev Teasdel

Audio / video to come to this and song story.

CAPTAIN SWING (By Trev Teasdel 1976)

CHORUS 1..

Light light your torches bright
Burn the hayricks burn
Light light your torches bright
burn the hayricks burn

Verses
The landlord is replacing our labour
With labour saving machines
Whilst we're in a living ditch
Under the Speenhamland scheme

With high rents and taxes and clergy tithes
We're robbed of decent lives.
Wages low and the prices so high
Families’ whole might die

(To Chorus..)

We'll unite in collective action
Sworn to secrecy
If they ask who is this Captain Swing
You've never heard of him.

We'll fight fight for the right to eat
To feed our families
Fight fight for the right to work
To earn our daily bread.

Chorus 2..
Thrash thrash the threshing machine
Smash the threshing machine
Thrash thrash the threshing machine
Smash the threshing machine.

We'll send send a warning letter
To the offending gent
"Revenge for thee is on the wing"
From thy determined Swing.

You can read read the riot act
We'll riot till we win
Here comes comes the Royal Dragoons
To shoot poor Captain Swing

(Chorus 1)


Though we bravely stood our ground'
and tried to put our case
The dragoons they fired their deathly shot
into our hungry face.

Shot shot were valiant men
Fatherless families abound
And transported to Van Dieman's land
Yet the Captain is still around

Chorus 1 & 2

(By Trev Teasdel 1976)

Postcards of China - Trev and the Collective Unconcious

Video to come to this and song story.

POSTCARDS OF CHINA
Come to my side, let love be our guide
The hills of Guilin, the Eternal spring.
You bring to mind postcards of china
Misty blue peaks, follow me there.

A sampan on the banks of the Lijang
Cross country from Peking to Shenyang
You bring to mind postcards of China
Misty blue peaks, you take me there.

So hungry to explore
The mysteries behind your door
So hungry to explore
The mysteries outside my door
And the girl who reminds me
Of postcards of China.

Lake Dianchi, the mountains of sunrise
Beauties of heaven I see in your eyes.
You make me think of postcards of china
Misty blue peaks, I’ll follow you there.

And I love you through and through
I love you, you know I do
I love you, you know I do
Cause you remind me of
Postcards of China

1985 Middlesbrough (Music by Steve Gillgallon and Steve Ingledew)

Visions of a Brighter Day - Trev Teasdel

Audi video to come to this and song story.

Vision of a Brighter Day

(Feb 2001 – By Trev Teasdel)

If you could see inside my heart
You’d know how much it hurts to be apart.
You’ve touched something so deep inside
And my love for you could never hide.

Your love around me was a silken gown
Shielding me from a lonely frown.
I never kissed or held you close
But you reached me where it matters most.

Chorus –
Cos you’re like a vision of a brighter day
With golden footpaths leading through the grey.
You’re like a church where everything is true
And every ounce of love I have’s for you.

Oh I know I’m just a step along your way
But I’d do anything I could to make you stay.
There can be space in love for solitude
And hearts grow fonder in the interlude.

I see a world that needs what we can do
Two hearts with a mission to carry through.
If I’m the cheese, you’re my chalk