Where you want me

A slightly jazzy sort-of-blues.

backup:

Version recorded for Ian Semple’s Coast FM show:

Backup:

 

You got me where you want me
Just one thing I’d ask of you
‘Cos you got me where you want me
Just one thing I’d beg of you
Honey, please don’t flick my switches
If you don’t want me to blow my fuse

I’ve got no plans for leaving
Nowhere else I’d want to be
No-one else is on my mind
There’s no-one else I’d rather see
But if you don’t like my peaches
Honey please don’t shake my tree

Pass me that bottle
Why don’t we drink a little wine?
I can see you’re nervous
But there’s no need to explain
I’m not here to fool you
You can take your time with me
But if you don’t want sugar
Take your fingers off my cane

‘Cos you got me where you want me
Any way you want me, any time
Any way you want me
You can have me any time
But if you don’t dig my taters
Baby please don’t shake my vine

Pass me that bottle
Don’t drink all that wine
It’s OK, there’s nothing to explain
I’m not here to use you
Take as long as you need
But if you don’t want my sugar
Take your fingers off my cane

You got me where you want me
Just one thing I’d ask of you
‘Cos you got me where you want me
Just one thing I’d beg of you
Honey, please don’t flick my switches
If you don’t want me to blow my fuse

David Harley

Over the hill

Over the hill, words and music by David Harley

(Slightly better demo)

overhil1 is a raw demo

overhill is a raw demo with some 2nd guitar

Both very rough, and the vocal is over-recorded. I’ll get back to it…

This Guitar Just Plays The Blues

A trace of your scent still lingers on my pillow
And raises echoes in my memory
And I believe you’re missing me almost as much as I miss you
But I wish to God that you were here with me

The sun will surely rise on another soft blue morning
And lying in your arms is where I’ll be
With sweet dreams still in my eyes, I’ll wake and kiss your hair
But it’s a long cold night while you’re not here with me

This guitar once played for keeps, but since you changed my life
This guitar just plays for you, if that’s OK?
This guitar rang bells for losers, but there’ll be no more songs of losing
Though this guitar just plays the blues while you’re away

Words and Music by David Harley, copyright 1976