Sunday 17 February 2013

Tonight's the night...updated


I'm recording the first nine tracks for 'Cosmic Glue' with Red River Blues & Rufus Fry tonight in Stroud. The journey begins again...

This has been one of those serendipitous times when many disparate elements come together and promise to work beautifully. When things feel right, they usually are. We will be creating magic tonight - and that's what 'Cosmic Glue' is all about.

We're laying down the basic tracks for:


Home Made Mini
Secret Lovers
Green Fingers
One Good Year
The Day That Elvis Died
Boy In The Attic
Shine
Bang Bang Bang Bang
plus a new version of Sure Feels Like The Blues...



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I'll be posting some recording snippets and images from the sessions.

'Cosmic Glue' should be unleashed on the world in the Spring.



Here are the lyrics to one of the songs from Cosmic Glue

The day that Elvis died

·         A virgin boy, I earned my quiff down at the Green CafĂ©
·         The coffee there was frothy, the juke box blared all day
·         The eggs were fried in Brylcreem and Johnny ruled the play
·         Now Johnny’s dead and buried and what hair I have is grey…
·         The day that Elvis died (ghostly…)

·         We hunted birds down at the Rec, our innocence the cost
·         While the Stonehouse fiddler fiddled and teased my David Frost
·         And we dined on Gypsy Hedgehog at the signing of the cross
·         ‘til the Bethel beckoned brightly singing ‘all your souls are lost’ …
·         The day that Elvis died

Refrain:
·         Through August morning’s bluest skies
·         With heron’s calls and dragonflies
·         O’er aqueducts, great heavens high
·         The fairest winds, the driest eyes
·         Reading headlines of surprise
·         That hit us right between the eyes
·         The day that Elvis died

·         The clarion call in Brummie tongues told of the twin we idolised
·         The trucker boy who changed our lives, brought us hope, scandalised
·         Through post war years of black and white he brought us hope of brighter skies
·         A life seen through another’s life
·         The day that Elvis died

·         Refrain:
·         We stayed at a crowded B & B in a small forgotten square
·         Where the sound of sweethearts moaning drifted on the air
·         Where checking in was easy and the colour code was black
·         There’s a veil of tears that blinds our eyes – and we’re never going back
·         To the day that Elvis died.

words and music David Ireland copyright 2013 Double Infinity Music


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