Posted by: David Harley | June 21, 2023

Bootup Blues (slide version)

I thought I’d released this slide version, but apparently not. Anyway, I’ve done some tweaking in Audacity: I’ll think about a commercial release. He said, threateningly…

The song must be a good 25 years old, though I’ve tweaked the lyrics a bit since then. No iPads in those days – the original lyric said ‘Amstrad’!

(Backup)

Available as a .WAV from Bandcamp.

When I woke up this morning
My laptop wouldn’t boot at all
I said I woke up this morning
And tossed my Tosh against the wall
My baby took the mains adapter
And the battery’s screwed beyond recall

Well she left me for some guy
With a 99GHz overclocked PC
And now she’s interfacing
With his RS232C (he’s a serial womanizer)
She said my hard disk was too small
To satisfy
Her new spreadsheet

I wouldn’t treat an iPad
The way that woman treated me
She fragmented my hard disk
And ran off with my Angry Birds DVD
Left me nothing but this boot sector virus
And a copy of Wordstar version 3.3
Dah-diddy-dah-diddy-dah-diddy-dah…

Posted by: David Harley | June 19, 2023

Orpheus with his Loot (revisited)

Revisiting this song for a book project, I suddenly realized the recorded version didn’t match the words. The ‘Cold Iron’ album has now been updated on Bandcamp, but here’s the MP3 version anyway.

(Backup)

I used to push pens in the City
Being paid to milk someone’s cash cow
I once served my time at a dollar a line
But that’s not the job I do now

A seducer wants words for a lady
A sonnet to melt her cold heart
Though he orders a charm that will open her arms
Cupid’s quiver is empty of darts

The clown wants some words to divert you
And asks me to build him some jests
A wink and a nudge, to distract a harsh judge
But that’s not the job I do best

The emperor assumes that I love him
This bully, this man without shame
He commands me to praise all the lies he portrays
From his seat on the gravy train

Friends of the Fancy, nose to the trough
Trade their vast profits for pain
I can buy with sweet notes my way onto the lifeboat
If I comfort these grandsons of Cain

The rats have abandoned this Ship of Fools
The saints have forgotten to pray
Orpheus counts loot that he earned licking boots
But his tongue is silent today
And this is my text for today

Posted by: David Harley | June 13, 2023

What do I do about you? (Revisited)

Around the start of the 1980s I went through a very theatrical phase (perhaps influenced by an uncomfortable amount of drama in my personal life!)and even did most of the original music (and a few other things) for a revue directed by Margaret Ford: those songs are the core of the Hands of the Craftsman EP. While a couple of my best songs were written for that project, this one is less serious and probably not my best, but I quite like it anyway, so it’s finally crept into my repertoire.

In fact, it wasn’t written for the revue, but at the same time, which is no doubt why it sounds strangely theatrical.

Backup:

I can write the first line at 2.45
And finish the song by 5 to…
I can write an opera in an hour and a half
But what do I do about you?

I can play the Minute Waltz
In 35 seconds flat
But I can’t seem to get you out of my head
So what do I do about that?

Sometimes I fly gliders or water-ski
Before making breakfast for two
From my own recipes

(of course you’ve read my books?)
But what do I do about you?

I can make cocktails like you’ve never seen
Ask anyone – I can do
Things with an olive you’d never believe
– But what do I do about you?

I can build a cocktail with a sting like an asp
Pernod, tequila and lime
Crushed ice and soda – now it’s almost done
Buddy where’s the grenadine?

I can build furniture, drive racing cars
I’ve painted a mural or two
But I can’t seem to get you to remember my name
So what do I do about you?
What do I do about you?

 

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