4,451

(2 replies, posted in Poems)

This piece was written before Christmas, and is the last part to my mini-rock[?] opera To Avalon.
It's accompanied by a musical composition in 3 parts, and [if requested] I will put it up on my-space, but be warned...it is around 6 minutes long! with sound FX's on my voice...you should hear the Guinevere part!!!!  well I laughed any way

To Avalon

Legend:-

Veiled by the mists, growing high from the sea
Lies a land where no mortal would live to see
White horses race and gulls do scream
No things there are what they seem
And spirits play amongst the crags
The ghosts of no ordinary men...
For as time passes, one more alights
Great men and women known in their own time
To Avalon, at the end of their life

Merlin Speaks:-

"Young Arthur; valiant and invincible
Do your deeds as you must with care
For one day, not now, not soon...one day
In a battle, one more to win
You will meet your foe, your nemesis; your death
Then we must travel there
Across the sea on a craft of spells
Where white horses race, guided by the yells
Through the mist by the gulls
To Avalon."

Guinevere Speaks:-

"My love, my dear my sweetest one
Across this land you reign alone
Your children are your subjects all
You protect and love them, one and all
Your enemies cower at your name with dread
Come ever home to me
Come ever home to me."

Arthur Speaks:-

"My desirest wife, my heart be yours
And this; hear now my pledge,
As I ride this craft of wood and spells
Across the crests and dead men's yells
Where white horses race to the sound of gulls
And the keel grounds on sand of gold so fine
The mists do part, the honour mine
I await for you to come
To Avalon."

Narration:-

Avalon, O Avalon your mists your beauty veil
From eyes of lesser mortal men
Where ships can never sail
Clear blue skies, cool fresh water to bathe
For all a mortal man could wish, except to miss his grave
For Arthur came to heal from wounds
To rise again when Britain calls
For legend tells he sleeps in peace
To wake when called to save his realm
And armies wait to heed his charge
To save his land once more from harm
O Arthur sleeps in Avalon
Yes Arthur has gone...
To Avalon

4,452

(27 replies, posted in Songwriting)

hi badeye,

i like to see where people are from, so i googled up cape breton island, and it says your in canada on our side! looks like a lot of trees and snow...hey buvvy that'll cool your fires down!!!!

back to the song, very warm lyrics and i hope the person you wrote them about appreciates your work!

i'm quite partial to tea my-self, as coffee makes my heart do funny things and i end up in hospital! as i did 2 years ago when i was in mandurah near perth in the land of oz.
there is also a song by paul mccartney called "english tea"

phill

ps. and i've gone all blue too...must be the cold!

hi shady, looking forward to your recording.

kenny, just followed your link, so if you can't do it, tough it's too late cos i got it followed it and damn well enjoyed it too! so thanks very much for that...now i have to go out and buy some jim croce, i don't like down loading or copying so shops here i come...sorry for using your post for chatting  shady...my favourite wilbury tracks are "tweeter and the monkey man" and "cool dry place"

phill

hi shady,

glad you managed to get this song up...eventually, and it was well worth waiting for!

to be honest, i've heard of jim croce but i dont remember hearing any of his songs...sorry.

i do like this though, a kind of lament on a similar vein to american pie and i hope it sounds as good when you play it!

the traveling wilburys are one of my favourite bands which get a lot of plays on my car CD

let us hear more of your stuff...and see it

phill

4,455

(5 replies, posted in Songwriting)

hi alan

very profound and lyrical my friend, but i sense some melancholy too...and sex to boot!

nice words creating sensual worlds

phill

4,456

(6 replies, posted in Songwriting)

hi daddy

very topical my friend...cant believe those foolish people who set those fires

phill

Seems a bit too shady for my computer....?

4,458

(8 replies, posted in Songwriting)

This is a bit of a jokey type song I just finished writing, I actually know 2 guys in this type of abusive relationship where they get beaten up and ruled over by their girlfriends. I often see them come to work [or the pub] with cuts and bite marks...it's not just girls that get beaten up by violent partners, who tell them it's not their fault because they "love them so much" as I tell them; jealousy is not love, it's an excuse...

The Devil Came BackUndefined


[E]I woke in the morning


Pains inside my head


She'd packed up all her bags


I'm leaving you she said


With a [A]heavy heart I waved her off


I even called the cab


And [E]when at last she got inside


I started feeling glad






I [F#m]went inside


I called some friends


[A]Cleaned my party shoes


[E]Drew some money from the bank


Tonight I hit the booze






chorus




I [A]woke again next morning


A banging in my head


And [E]when I opened up the door


I've come back she said






And the [A]devil came back


The [E]devil came back



And the [A]devil came back


[B]just as things turned good for me


My [D]life was back on track


[A]Satan's standing at my door


The devil came back






So [E]when my friends came calling


She told them all to go


She didn't want me hanging `round


With people she don't know


I [A]told her she was bad to me


She promised she would change


But [E]it seems she lied again


Cos she is just the same






I [F#m]feel so low


It hurt me bad


She [A]made me bleed and then


Took [E]all my money from the bank


And then she left again






repeat chorus





4,459

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

upyerkilt, "Love Grows" is an excellent song with a strong guitar riff.  "Venus" is most likely the one in the Gillette ad?

To Ozymandias, I  Googled mine, search for No 1's on this day

4,460

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

They didn't start the UK charts until 1953 ... so it was "I Believe" by Frankie Laine. in the US on my birthday which was July 30 1951, Rosemary Clooney's "Come on a ma House", can't place it, but I was a bit young then!

Phill

hi mrjay,

1st things first...dont panic!

i played with a band some time ago and i thought we were quite good, then this friend of one of the guys came up to sing, he was a pro and really hot. i expected to fall apart but he made us all raise our game, i've never felt so good playing. so dont fret, sit back and enjoy it...whats the worst that could happen? no ones going to beat you up are they? you may never get this chance again, so enjoy it.

phill

4,462

(1 replies, posted in Poems)

wow, remind me not to step on your corns alan!

nice one full of vengeance and spite...what a way to get revenge...yeah

phill

4,463

(4 replies, posted in Poems)

hi roger, yes she was and the roses i bought her, trouble is they were tulips! i've got to start wearing my glasses

phill

4,464

(4 replies, posted in Poems)

my wife and i have been together for nearly 30 years, i write a little verse every year, this is this years... use it if you like it

I have tried a hundred different ways
To say I love you; come what may
I cannot leave you, now I know
I know for sure I could not go

And if I went, I’d soon return
For by your side; I have learnt
Is the very place where I belong
My destination is where I was from

I may have tried a hundred ways
I may have looked a foolish waste
One thing I will surely do;
Is find my way back home to you

And just in-case you missed the message

I love you....true

4,465

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

my first guitar was a really crap one that broke in half after a week! then i bought another the same, i couldn't get the strings to the fretboard! then various non-descript boxes, til i became richer and got a strat [1972] and a fender f90 acoustic i still have both, a crafter cutaway semi and a cort electric for stage use, i also have a wilson bass and an unnamed 12 string...lots of noise in my house!

phill

4,466

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

i have so many favourite songs many of which have been named;

imagine, woman and how do you sleep..lennon

owner of a broken heart, the ladder, anything from "house of blues CD "...yes

anything from the beatles

anything from rumours by fleetwood mac

anything by queen specially scandal and these are the days of our lives

anything by jethro tull

another brick in the wall...pink floyd

anything by russel harding

4,467

(8 replies, posted in Recording)

may i make a little suggestion?

if worst comes to worst, and the speed bump [otherwise known this side of the pond as a sleeping policeman...aren't they all?] becomes an insurmountable mountain! couldn't we just post the songs on to a "my-space" type pay to listen website? the funds could be collected into a paypal account and distributed to the various charitable causes by mutual consent.

i'm trying....so my wife says, very trying!

phill

4,468

(14 replies, posted in Poems)

my mother used to sing me songs as a rule;
"tell me a story" or "chip chip my little horse" or "horsey horsey, dont you stop" etc i sang them to my kids and now to my grand children

i probably got my love of singing and music from my mother, cant blame my dad for that as he couldn't carry a tune in a bucket, i got my love of DIY from him

phill

4,469

(2 replies, posted in Poems)

The Puppy

By Phill Williams

I bought a little puppy
The neighbours have a cat
A nasty little feline
He scratched and bit and spat

He terrorised my little dog
He'd come home scratched and raw
He's been bitten on his nose and tail
Scratch marks on his paw

If critters have a mafia
This pussy was the don
He seems all nice and cuddly
Then strikes when you are gone

But puppies have this habit
They grow and find their feet
And nasty little pussy cats
Will feel their canine teeth

One day my puppy'd had enough
This cat had gone too far
He'd eaten all his puppy snacks
And messed up all his yard

The red mist had descended
He could not take much more
He picked the cat up by the scruff
And threw him out the door

His teeth were bared and snarling
His tail was standing straight
His ears were back
His growl was deep
The cat had met his fate

So now the little pussy cat
Wont come into my yard
His memory of that fate full day
On his mind indelibly marked

When he sees my little puppy
He crosses over the road
He'd rather risk the rush hour cars
Than mess with mighty Toto [the dog's name]

4,470

(6 replies, posted in Songwriting)

hi jeff

i get a lot of inspiration from "looking back" so there's nothing wrong in that...is there?
"memories good bad and down-trodden" sums it all up i think.

another good-un my friend keep them coming

phill

4,471

(6 replies, posted in Songwriting)

good ad for your local radio daddy, have you submitted it? you never know you might get a job as a jingle writer!

phill

4,472

(7 replies, posted in Songwriting)

thanks to all,

my father was in the Royal Navy during the 2nd world war and fortunately [for me at least] survived!
he was on destroyers, though this song is about the supply convoys from across the pond and how they were sunk by U boats...it must have been truly nightmarish. the "row boys just row" line is how i imagine the skipper would encourage his crew to survive, think about rowing and not dwell on the storm...etc

thanks again

phill

4,473

(7 replies, posted in Songwriting)

hi russ,
tis the way they come out my friend. this is part [hopefully the last part] of my latest work called "to avalon" which deals with wars and our service men, since arthur's time, a bit grand but there you go...

glad you liked it, i'm working on a country song at the moment before going to work for night shift, talk soon brother

phill

4,474

(7 replies, posted in Songwriting)

hi i've already up-loaded this to my space, hope you listen and enjoy it. i've tried to keep it in a folk style. i welcome any comments

phill

4,475

(7 replies, posted in Songwriting)

A song of sailors getting their ship torpedoed from under them.

Row Boys Just RowUndefined


[F]See the [C]roses growing [Dm]in my [F]garden


[Bb]Catch the [C]sweet scent on the [Dm]summer breeze


[F]Lazy [C]days watching [Dm]clouds pass [F]by us


[Bb]High in the [F]sky it's a [C]perfect [F]day




[Am]Is that the sun singing


[Bb]What is that cloud bringing? SAME CHORDS FOR EACH VERSE




Hear the laughter of a hundred children


Feel their wonder as you watch them play


They never notice as the skies are darkening


Thunder rumbles and they run away




chorus




[F]Row [C]boys just [F]row-[Am]


[Bb]Although the [C]waves break [Dm]over the bow


[F]Row [C]boys just [F]row


[Bb]The storm is breaking


[C]Your arms are aching


[Dm]Your wives are calling


[Bb]And the [F]land is [C]oh so [F]near





So big as she lays at anchor


Hardly moving on the summer swell


So small out on the ocean


And then the enemy blows her to hell




And as she dies quickly


I feel my heart sinking




repeat chorus




At last the morning and the skies are clearing


We are saved but not all survive


We say a prayer for those that never made it


And thank the lord for saving our lives




And as the sea claims them


I hear them calling out




repeat chorus twice