A cleaner recording than the previous audio version.
Backup:
And here’s a video, this time played on electric guitar.
This is an older version with just basic guitar:
This is the same version with some overdubbed bouzouki: an instrument I’d only recently added to my arsenal, so not very well executed, but I think it might go quite well with a bit of work. Maybe different lead instruments for each break…
Actually a very rough demo, but there you go. Now I’ve remembered it exists, I’ll do some work on it.
Backstory: drinking with a friend in Manchester in the early 70s while both our girlfriends were out of town, making some musical plans. Seemed like a good idea at the time, but shortly afterwards he and his girlfriend got married and moved (to Wales, I think): I moved somewhere else and married someone else entirely.
Why that story got into a song when so little of my back-catalogue is strictly autobiographical, I can’t say. It seems long ago and far away. Oh. Actually, it was long ago and far away (from Cornwall, at any rate).
Remixed/remastered:
Backup copy:
Blues I blew: Words and Music copyright 1975 David Harley
There we were, my buddy and me
Two grass widowers out on a spree
Between the bar and the BBC
And nowhere much to go
Plans to make a wave or two
Adding up to two plus two
No complaints of nothing to do
With another 12-bar to blow
Another place, another day
Nothing very much to say
Another song I threw away
Another blues I blew
A very old recording (from cassette, not a studio recording). Remastering has raised the volume level, but degraded the guitar slightly. One of my bluesier songs. I ought to re-record it, but it’s harder than you might think on the fingers!
Remastered version:
Backup copy:
Empty Sunday
Raining down on me
Empty Sunday
Raining down on me
You’re gonna drive me back
To the arms of my used-to-be
Empty Sunday
Sure can’t feel no pain
Empty Sunday
Sure can’t feel no pain
Just those blues pouring down
Like those 19 showers of rain
Empty Sunday
What d’ya come here for?
Empty Sunday
What d’ya come here for?
There’s no-one but the rain
Tapping at my door
David Harley Words & Music 
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