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by Davy Vance

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1.
A song of hopes and dashed dreams. So many talented people have been badly treated and exploited by business men,the practice continues to this day,maybe more so. To quote Van Morrison,'Music is spiritual,the music business is not'. I came in on the half past ten Stardust in my eyes My song was on the radio I was aiming past the skies Bad city Bad city Manager man he talked me up I was the next best thing He'd take care of business,sure I'd just play and sing Two years on down the line Things they start to slow The suit,he don't answer calls And where that money go Build me up for the fall Leave me with nothing at all A dry cold empty shell In my own personal hell Bad city Bad city blues I believed all they said I thought they'd do me right Yet here I am now bound by law And a contract sewn up tight I lined the pockets of the man But it didn't get me far He took my money,took my songs And left me my guitar I still got my guitar Bad city Bad city blues
2.
Inspired by the thought that nostalgia doesn't work,because what we remember is no longer really there. We can never go back. Home,as we recall it, no longer exists. Extra help and inspiration came in the form of the wonderful Amanda Sanderson. This wasn't the part I'd envisaged for Amanda,but as usual,things don't always run to plan. Despite the song not being in her key,she threw herself into the project,regardless and joyfully made the best of what was available. Thank you for your vocals and your patience,Amanda,we'll do the thing properly in the future. As the grey skies weep And the rain pours down I recall what used to be here The stream where fish leap And forest around Have all disappeared Fifty years have passed 'Tween the boy and the man While we all got on with our lives Yet change seems fast In a short timespan There's nothing I recognise So,keep all your memories enshrined In the brightly lit church of your mind Wherever you've been And wherever you've roamed It's true,you can never go home The boy who walked The fields and the lanes Is only a memory,in truth The past is now locked And the door wrapped in chains Lost,along with his youth Well,we'd all take a sip From the fountain of youth There's not much we wouldn't trade But when time takes a nip And we see the whole truth We may have reason to be afraid So,keep all your memories enshrined In the brightly lit church of your mind Wherever you've been And wherever you've roamed It's true,you can never go home
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For those too young to remember (most,these days!)In the early 60s there was very little of the new rock and roll on the radio. What you did hear was controlled by the BBC suits,who had no liking for this passing fad. Young people in those days who wanted to hear their music all day long tuned into the pirate radio stations. My choice was Radio Caroline North,which was anchored just off the Isle of Man. These pirate stations were involved in a running battle with the authorities,in the shape of the Postmaster General,Mr.Antony Wedgwood Benn,more commonly known as Tony Benn. Eventually,Radio Caroline was shut down and the musical arse fell out of my world. I listened to the final sign off when they played the Tremeloes song "radio Caroline',then there was radio silence. I felt like I'd lost a friend. The authorities gave us the token of BBC Radio 1,but although I listened,because it was all we had,it was never the same for me and I won't forget. Here's to the young who misbehave everywhere and to the changes they bring. I recall Caroline Playing over the air It takes me to another time A fresh,new somewhere Play to me,my radio Put the music in my head Make everything alright That's what the DJ said Playing on the airwaves New stuff every day Youth will always misbehave Will always show the way The Postmaster General He didn't dig the sound He plotted for the burial Send music underground Play to me,my radio Put the music in my head Make everything alright That's what the DJ said I heard the dying moments When they took it all away They gave us all a token But I won't forget that day
4.
As for the song? I don't think I need explain this one.... If you look into my eyes You'll see an empty space I hold my secrets deep inside You won't read them on my face Don't ask me questions You know it's for the best I'm keeping all my playing cards Close,to my chest I must be quiet and never cry No one must ever know The police would come and take him I'd have nowhere to go Today has been a good one He hasn't hit me much Oh,my little brother,he's the one To get the personal touch.
5.
Human 03:07
A song lamenting the ability of some to recognise the frailties of human nature in others. Saturday's bottle fell from the table And shattered on Sunday's floor The sound didn't make it through the haze Of what I had the night before I'm not perfect,I am flawed But you get what you see When you peel away the layers,well It'll all still be me I'll never be a politician Never flatter to deceive I've no coat of many colours My heart is on my sleeve It wasn't meant to be this way To end up alone Beauty is only skin deep But ugly goes to the bone I'm not perfect,I am flawed But you get what you see When you peel away the layers,well It'll all still be me I'm not perfect,I am flawed I lack some discipline I'm no fine example of A model citizen
6.
Musings and observations on the contradictions in life. Basically,any old excuse for a song! Express Delivery drives slowly down the street The 24 hour shop's open,but it always shuts at three I'll love you forever,like the words of the song You are my one and only 'til the next one comes along Emergency lines are busy,you'll have to wait Your call's important to us,ring back when it's too late Life is freely given,yet we all will pay To ensure eternal bliss just join our church today Everything is random No one means a thing Nothing works in tandem Nothing's what it seems Everything is random No one means a thing Nothing works in tandem Nothing's what it seems
7.
I'm super great at never taking my own advice,but perhaps this may help someone in a tight spot to gain some perspective. Breathe in breathe out Come and go Be quiet and shout Ebb and flow Walk and run Strive and rest The moon and the sun The worst and the best Chalk and cheese Fiction and fact Cure and disease Opposites attract Hot and cold Wet and dry Young and old Live and die Angry and calm Pleasure and pain Safe and damned Leave and remain Don't stop now,you're doing grand All you got to do is play your hand Laugh and cry Love and hate Earth and sky Choice and fate Sick or healed Shallow or deep Fight or yield Wake or sleep Don't stop now,you're doing grand All you got to do is play your hand Breathe in breathe out Come and go Be quiet and shout Ebb and flow
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Look Up 02:40
Sometimes we get s fixated by things going on in our personal lives,that we lose perspective and we sweat the 'small stuff'. Kinda like walking with our heads down and not seeing what's all around. This is a reminder to myself as well as anyone else who tends to indulge too much in the regarding of the belly button fluff of life! Heads up y'all! Walking with your head down Looking at the ground Life in tunnel vision Blinkered,tightly bound Living in a bubble Insular and bound While avoiding trouble You miss what's all around Rolled up in cotton wool Safe from all harm A life of only half full But free from alarm Look up There's a whole universe Listen up There's so much to be heard Ever wary,taking care Avoiding risk or chance Treading water,going nowhere Maintain a careful stance Look up There's a whole universe Listen up There's so much to be heard
9.
Thank You 03:02
Walking is great,I love a good walk. Pick them up and put them down...feet that is. :) I'm glad I'm still around To pick them up and put them down Standing up and breathing air Happy just to be somewhere Thank you for the air I breathe Thanks for what I don't believe Thank you for the freedom of choice And the grand illusion of having a voice Pick them up and put them down I'm just happy to be around Thank you for the air I breathe Thanks for what I don't believe Thank you for the freedom of choice And the grand illusion of having a voice
10.
A light hearted poke at those taking life too seriously! Some believe in the power of love Some believe in god above Some believe in stories tall Some believe in nothing at all Some believe you must have rules They don't believe in suffering fools Some believe you must be good But all the people everywhere believe in the power of food We all want to know Am I a saint or a sinner But the real meaning of life is.. What's for dinner? Some believe they've found a way They won't hear what we say I don't know,but I have a hunch Survival's all about not being... Somebody's lunch We all want to know Am I a saint or a sinner But the real meaning of life is.. What's for dinner?

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released June 15, 2019

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Davy Vance Ireland

The most recent tracks are a solo effort by myself,others from a few years ago are Vance Magill who consisted of four members from N.Ireland who are time served players.

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