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(6 replies, posted in Songwriting)

great little song there partner, my wife's always giving me jobs to do, then when i start one, she'll tell me to do something else first! so the job don't get done...till next time.


phill

4,302

(8 replies, posted in Songwriting)

hi peeps,

this one is almost a year old, it got written so quickly that i thought i'd nicked it from someone else, so i sent it to russ harding to ask if i had, he said "no..." but then i forgot about it, till the other day, so i thought i'd give it the full works.

sorry it's all in capitals i'm not shouting, even though it is an angry song, inspired by those tedious celebs with their entourage of minders and managers and make-up artistes, and people who are just there to make them feel important....no names mentioned.


it's already on my-space

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(8 replies, posted in Songwriting)

FLUNKIES. PHILL WILLIAMS.


THERE'S [Gm ]SOMETHING IN THE WATER,


IT JUST [Bb] TASTES LIKE SOMETHING BAD


I’VE BEEN [C7] LIVING LIKE A HERMIT


SO WHEN I [Eb] SAW YOU I WAS [D] GLAD




TO BE [Gm] THERE WITHIN YOUR VISION


TO BE [Bb] NEAR ENOUGH TO TOUCH


BUT I’VE BEEN [C7] LIVING LIKE A HERMIT


SO I [Eb] KNEW I MUSTN'T DO TOO [D] MUCH




YOU’VE GOT [Gm] PEOPLE ALL AROUND YOU


THEY WILL [Bb] LAUGH IF YOU JUST SMILE


THEY WILL [C7] FIGHT TO LIGHT YOUR CIGARETTE


THEY WONT [Eb] LET NO STRANGER [D] GET INSIDE


Chorus


SO [C7] PLEASE LET ME [Eb] BE, WANNA [F7] BE


ONE OF YOUR [Gm] FLUNKIES…[Gm-Bb-C7-Eb-D7]





BUSY [Gm] PEOPLE ALL AROUND


WITH [Bb] SUITS AND OFFICE CLOTHES


WHILE [C7] YOU JUST STAND THERE LOOKING COOL


LIKE [Eb] YOU DON’T NEED TO [D] KNOW




YOU [Gm] RAISE YOUR LITTLE FINGER


AND [Bb] SOMEONE RUNS FOR YOU


JUST [C7] ANOTHER NAMELESS FLUNKY


THIS [Eb] POWER THING’S SO [D] COOL


Rep Chorus




YOU’VE GOT [Gm] FLUNKIES ALL AROUND YOU


YES [Bb] MEN EVERY ONE


THEY WILL [C7] KILL FOR YOU WHILE YOUR ON TOP


WHEN YOU [Eb] LOSE IT THEY’LL BE [D] GONE




Rep Chorus





4,304

(1 replies, posted in Poems)

Hi Tine,

Dare I say your a lucky person to have such a good friend?

I must commend you on your use of words and how honestly they come across.

Having read some of your other stuff, I know that you've been through one hell of a traumatic experience, for which all I can do is offer you my sympathy, but on the up side, and I don't mean to make small of it, you've got some great material out of it!

So another great piece of work, you do seem to be getting stronger all the time, so keep going, your masterpiece is just around the corner, [that's what I keep telling my-self, anyway].

Good luck and congratulations for having such a wonderful friend, and being able to talk about him and your situation so fluently.

Phill

4,305

(42 replies, posted in Chordie's Chat Corner)

xBlack-Rubyx

apparently not.

try it this way;

An Ozzy bloke walks into a tattoo artists shop and says; " I'd like to be a stud..." so they stuck him through a kangaroo's belly button...works for me!

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(5 replies, posted in Poems)

Hi guys,

This poem I wrote today, yes it's about my love for my wife Ann, but there are also deeper more depressing parts about the fall of the iron curtain, and the rise of terrorism, the world resesion and lastly of our own mortality.

4,307

(5 replies, posted in Poems)

The Life And Times Of...

by Phill Williams  23/04/09


A long time ago when you fell into my arms,
When we both fell in love, and that love was the start;
The beginning of life all fresh and all new.
So the old walls came down and my kingdom was you.

For you were my teacher, my tutor, my life.
My quest for the gold, and my goal was in sight.
For free of the shackles, the guilt and the lies,
Deception and confusion, break the bonds and the ties.

No fear of tomorrow remained in my heart.
The bad things that were, saw them all fall apart.
Apart from the corruption that began to come good.
Till the seeds of destruction began growing anew.

As the cold winds of winter blew themselves out.
And the warm breeze of springtime saw apple blossom sprout.
Yet depression sinks deeper feel the weight of despair.
I would fall to destruction, if you were not there.

There was never a songbird who's call I'd prefer,
To the sound of your heartbeat, your breath in my ear.
As long as we're touching I can sleep deep and sound.
And the flight of my fancy has my feet on the ground.

While your whispers excite the very nerves in my skin.
That rise to make goose-flesh, blood boiling within.
Yet time skips by us, one day we'll be gone.
With no memory of us, just our kids to live on.

I beseech my successors, my children and theirs,
Remember us fondly, our memory share,
With your friends and your children,
And their children too.
As we look down from heaven,
We'll be watching over you.

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(5 replies, posted in Poems)

Hi Tine,

I must agree with my friend Kenny here, this is a very good poem, and would make an excellent song with 2nd verse as chorus.

I often find that it's the traumatic things in life that get the writing juices flowing. Lucky for me it's only heartache after an argument with my wife....yes we do argue...often, it's what keeps us alive.

I can only guess at what the subject is, and I offer my sincere sympathies and any support you may feel I can give.

Here's hoping your daughter can put all this behind her, I don't suppose you will forget it in a hurry, so chin up, and tell this animal to sling his hook, you've got a few hundred thousand friends that will be happy to come around and see him if he don't go, baby!

Peace and Love

Phill

4,309

(29 replies, posted in Chordie's Chat Corner)

hi kajima,

i first of all learned to play the guitar so people wouldnt hear me singing, at 14 i couldnt sing two notes in the same key. but i wanted to sing, i think i've improved over the years a bit, and i do between 3 to 4 hours when i do my gigs. i only do a couple a week so no big damage done. i did my first solo gig the day after elvis died, before that i played with bands.
technique is very important to me, and i listen to how proffessionals sing...not the likes of kylie minogue, real singers like lennon, mccartney, tom jones, etc.

it is true...anyone can sing, but it takes work and dedication. in the time i've been on the road, i've seen so many karaoke singers come and go, they get all their mates egging them on, so they spend thousands on equipment, just to sell it all cheap a few months later. it's a hard way to live, and harder to keep it up for 36 years like me.

as other moderators have said above, you can enter a song you have written in the songwriters section or the poetry section and ask for help with recording. if you go to the recording section, russel harding has a thread there for names for helping with recording, put your name down for vocals if you like. but the best start would be to write and record your own song, submit it, it wont matter if it's not quite wonderful, ask for help and you'll have plenty of offers.

hope i've helped you

phill

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(8 replies, posted in Poems)

you two got this covered between you, music wise i think a little banjo and jug bass would fit just dandy.

phill

ps. can't think of anything to add, this damn cold is blocking up my composing synapses.

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(6 replies, posted in Poems)

hi lieven,

this is almost like a nursery rhyme with a couple of grown up connotations. very nice it is too, with your little red shoes

phill

hi lieven,

as a songwriter, and a poet...[both loosely described by myself, not by others] i find that the two are distinct and separate. if a song comes to me, it comes with words and music, it may not be the same music by the time i record it...but never-the less...and the same if i start to wax lyrical...and out pops a poem, to me the two are from different parts of the brain, so to speak, so i rarely try to put music to a poem.

if you have a tune you'd like to have words to lieven, just let me know, all i need is the recording and what you are thinking of when you play it.

phill

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(9 replies, posted in Songwriting)

great stuff russel,

havent read the words as written above yet, but i have listened to the recording, your a very humorous guy, i smiled all the way through, and i could hear a banjo playing that super guitar riff, with a washboard and string bass in the rhythm section, and a snare drum played with brushes just to finish-off the recording.

excellent work russ


phill

ps, i just read the words, love the parts about the "nudie bar" and "hands beneath her waist" you are awful...but i like you.

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(2 replies, posted in Songwriting)

hear, hear,

wise words my friend and well written, i took a while to get the flow of the lyrics, but when i got there i was totally engrossed.

well done and thanks for sharing

phill

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(10 replies, posted in Songwriting)

thanks guy's,

stransongs,

thank-you, i havent heard that particular springsteen track, but i willl certainly be litening out for it.
mouse...moose, their all loose aboot this hoooooose...it's the cold, the snot is blocking my keyboard, and my moose is covered in slime...

hi russ

how are you me auld mucka? earthy feel? you been using my keyboard russel?

hi toney,

i hadnt put the two songs together until you mentioned it, yeah i guess there would be a similarity with sheriff's and deputy's...only the sheriff lives and the deputy dies, well it must have been his turn? i actually do "i shot the sheriff" but i always thought he was talking about the sheriff of nottingham, in robin hood?   lol

well from you ark, i feel really honoured, even though i had to come home early from work that night! please dont tell the wife i lost half a shift through singing...
by the by, i just bought the book "pale rider" by bernard cornwell, you said you'd read it? going to start on it tonight.

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(9 replies, posted in Chordie's Chat Corner)

Two ladies...[1] Eva Cassidy and [2] Christine McVie [Fleetwood Mac]

Beautiful and natural voices.

And as a footnote, gimmicks can also detract as well as add to a voice. When playing live, a crap mic or cheap or badly constructed PA system can make even Pavarotti sound like a frog with a crow in it's throat!

I usually find a little reverb adds depth and a little sexiness to the voice.

Chorus adds fullness.
But if you can get away without using any...do

Phill

When I was learning to play, I had re-tuned the guitar so that I could play this little song I'd written easily. So my mate...John Rodge, came down, he was helping me learn [hard work for him] and tuned the guitar properly...result...NO CAN PLAY THE SONG, can't have been that good, I can't even remember it now.

Phill

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(42 replies, posted in Chordie's Chat Corner)

Kenny, knick knack paddywhack...I thought it was Hillary us...whoever Hillary is.

Now for clarification, My national identity is British, and I'm proud of being British as I come from the UK.
I also am proud of being Welsh as I come from a principality called Wales, which is part of the British Isles. But to isolate my-self from being mistakenly identified as say...Scottish or English [which are also British], I like to be referred to as Welsh like Tom Jones or Dylan Thomas. I hope I have not caused even more confusion?

Yechid dda a pob hwyl.

Phill

Hi Russ,

Blues, you certainly can play them...I know I've heard you...stroke sum a dem sweet lix der maan

Ken, I feel better knowing that.

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(42 replies, posted in Chordie's Chat Corner)

This is a bit risque so if your young don't look!

Two kids in a swimming pool...

Little Johnnie says; I'm gonna duck you

Little Mary replies; Oh no your not, you can't even say it properly



Same two kids walking along the corridor

Little Mary says; Look at that condom under the radiator

Little Johnnie asks; What's a radiator?

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(1 replies, posted in Poems)

This came to me today as I walked out of the factory I've worked at for the last 19 years. It's not yet closed, but has ceased to exist geographically. I'd like to blame the bankers and world leaders, but for the fact I know it's all down to two foolish cretins. Their power struggle has put over a hundred on the scrap-heap, after all we are just numbers, pawns to used and discarded as and when required...excuse me now I have to spit!

Phill

PS, sorry if it depressed you, as it has depressed me...greatly

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(1 replies, posted in Poems)

Don't Fret About Me.     By Phill Williams 17/04/09

As I wander through this empty place.
See ghosts of memories, remember the face.
Deep emotions deeper dread.
Angry words best left unsaid.
To a smirk-filled face so shallow, self-effacing.
Who knows so much better, due to higher education.
What is your game?  are we just pawns?
In this mind game ladder climb... we'll soon be gone.
I remember the joys, I remember the laughs.
And sadness too, when my parents passed.
The fights, the games the arguments.
The faces passed and present tense.
My future ruled by a Dutchman s pen.
My house still mine for now...till when?
My dedication was a gift for free.
For you, old Dutchman, rich men's greed?

I feel the tears burn my eyes.
For this was once my working life.
Now you've robbed me of my self-respect.
Already this place has fallen to neglect.
So celebrate you Dutchman, drink deep in salute.
For the hardship you've brought, and the fools you recruit.
Forget about me , and my workmates and more.
Our families, our communities, our town and our woe.
For tomorrow you'll earn another million or three.
While I struggle for pennies, don't fret about me.

sorry i'm totally confused, i thought it was about mcdonalds and hamburgers in a deep sort of way, and what russ said only compounded my confusion...and i thought scottish colloquialisms were confusing? i didnt understand one word of russ's reply.
wait i just read it for the 3rd time...is it about guantanamo bay?  please excuse my denseness, but i'm brittish, and we dont go in for torcher...lol

a most effusive missive mr unhuh, well written and deeply felt on a highly contentious subject.

phill

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(4 replies, posted in Poems)

Hi Tine,

Not all men are the arrogant self-effacing, illegitimate sons of cross-bred curs that you are well entitled to believe we are! From past experience I know that an awful lot of young women go through hell at the hands of control freak boys, who will use for their own convenience any young lady susceptible enough to fall for their BS. how many times have I heard the same excuse that the female actually believes it's her own fault for getting a beating, or as in your case worse.

Personally, I'd have these guys torchered and flogged. There was an old punishment about 200 years ago, where first they'd be put on the rack, then hung, then before they died they'd be cut down and have their stomach sliced open and their entrails removed [while they were still alive!] then they'd be quartered, and the quarters would be sent to each cardinal point of the country....now that would make me feel better, and possibly deter any other **** from doing it.

Now I feel better for getting that off my chest!

A very poignant poem, and an excellent first posting, so welcome to Chordie Poems, and I hope we see a lot more of your very descriptive and eloquent work/
.

Phill

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(9 replies, posted in Songwriting)

Hi Daddy,

Another great love song, but I must correct you, my fair lady Ann and my-self have been together 30 years now, it hasn't been all smooth sailing, but as I say, You've got to have troughs to know when your on the crest of a wave. And to add to that, we tell each other every day "I love you", when I'm off to work or when we're hanging up the phone. It's great to be in love, and maybe the hormones don't bother us so much any more, but when they do...it's still magic!

Phill