Rough shod folk and songwriting from the Upper Calder Valley.
Six years is a long time to record an Album. There was even some times that I thought this might be a posthumous release... but here it is. 'Enjoy' might not be the right word to commend it to you with - but THANKS! Thanks for taking a copy off my hands...
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The opera that is the NHS and the toils to get treatments often hold simple maddening mundanities.. The NHS isnt failing- it is being failed. Long Live The NHS..
lyrics
A fire burns beneath her skin
My Violetta lays dying, under angels wings
Slow, slowly turns the brain tonight
In a perfect fixation of exhausted plight
Well I feed you and send you straight up to bed.
Tell you tomorrows another day and I need you there..
Slow, slowly turns the brain tonight
In a perfect fixation, of exhausted plight
Well that was a week so very hard spent
Where compassion took such a blow
There was none left to lend.
Well I feed you and send you straight up to bed
And say tomorrows another day..
And I need you there..
You, were always a champion collector fo bruises
With your brashness you bashed up confusion
With a lazer guided sight you cut down to size..
with the edge of your hand.
It just took some explaining for others to understand,
A catch up game that we all played
to realise that what you said yesterday
Or indeed, several yesterdays ago
Was becoming now as you said so
So, I sit, in the sump, of a waiting room think
And I watch the spoiled pushed around the Salford Royal
In the constant air-condtioned blow
With the old chaps, chatting to themselves
Watching weary staff, Catching a once in eight hours ten minute cigarette break and a yoghurt pot perhaps..
Oh it makes it more murderous to know
Oh it makes it more murderous to think
Things become a din
Oh a dense brain mass
Till it becomes a blank
This weighing up and measuring of scars
An assumption here, an obvious accident there
All sitting with the self prescribing the withering and the dying.
Not too much time to write these words before Ali pushes you back across the floor
You're both bored
Intolerably so..
And this is how they make you suffer
You are numbed down and told to go away
In their manner kindest for more tests
And a meeting planned for four months hence
No surprise upon your face.
Just another bruise collected.
credits
from The Basin Stone,
released August 1, 2020
Christopher Smith plays Drums. Andy Greaves plays Mandolin. Gareth guitars and sings. Steve Smith plays evrything else..
Co-written with Steve Smith.
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