xtd - the lyrics


     

Words and music by Dave Scott-Morgan      Album Cover Art by Dave     © 2012 Grimm Doo Records.    contact email:  xtd@grimmdoo.co.uk

  Benediction

  

May the road rise to meet you
May the wind be in your back
May that storm never reach you
and may your lover give you loving back.

May you walk and not be weary
May you run and not faint
May you soar like the eagle
May you be who you are, not who you ainít.

Take me to your Captain
allow me to explain
all these good vibrations
have been doing in my brain
it should have been so easy
but it seems so hard
when every ship that passes
tries to break my heart

And the road comes to meet me
and the wind is in my face
and itís sure to defeat me
if I donít put that devil in his place

I think I got the message
loud and clear
I got pictures in my head
and music in my ear
and all Iíve got to do
is plug in to the Son
this little benediction is for everyone.

May the road rise to meet you
May the wind be in your back
May that storm never reach you
and may your lover give you loving back.


 

Benediction was inspired by my Irish friend Oliver, whose parting shot to me was always: 'May the road rise to meet you, may the wind be in your back'. Wonderful. Verse two borrows word pictures from Isaiah chapter 40

Normal Day 

 


Up with the lark
Down to the park
and across the highway
Iíll be making my hay
on a Normal Day


Working the line
saving a dime
for a weekend away
in the month of May
on a Normal Day


You can see them as they go
cheerio! cheerio!
itís the only thing they know
cheerio!

Work like a slave
live in a daze
and the years slip away
and the month of May
was a Normal Day


You can see them as they go
cheerio! cheerio!
itís the only thing they know
cheerio!

Work like a slave
live in a daze
and the years slip away
and the month of May
was a Normal Day

 

Normal Day - a song for the working class, wherein I once didst travail - Pure nostalgia from another era. The message of the 2012 video has been morphed to include Queen Elizabeth, who in her year of Jubilee, has come to exemplify a life of work and duty.

 
 
  Mission Impossible



They said it could not be
not me and you
not you and me.
Who do you think you are?
to dream so big
to reach so far

Yeah Love is a Mission Impossible
- an ocean of fire uncrossable
yeah and I heard every word that they said to me
and that Mission Impossible prophecy
but only tomorrow knows...

The message on my pad
said spread your wings
donít look back
take what you have and go
and if itís love
tell her so!

Yeah Love is a Mission Impossible
- an ocean of fire uncrossable
yeah and I heard every word that they said to me
and that Mission Impossible prophecy
Yeah Love is a Mission Impossible
only a Mission Impossible
and only tomorrow knows
only tomorrow knows...

Yeah Love is a Mission Impossible
A runaway train unstoppable !
Yeah Love is a Mission Impossible
- an ocean of fire uncrossable
Love is a Mission Impossible
only a Mission Impossible


Listen up! This song will self-destruct in 3 minutes - quicker of you play it! A song written for my wife. 'They said it could not be, not me and you!'

 Samson & Delilah 

This song has a lot of words! - so I've moved it to bottom of the page.
Click here to travel at warp-speed.     
 


Ball & Chain 



Donít you know, canít you see
Iím good to go. Iím tax paid, Iím Duty Free

I canít wear this ball and chain no more
I got better things to do than listen to this sorry talk

Ring the bell, break the glass
Shout the news - have you heard, the war is past?

I canít wear this ball and chain no more
I got better things to do than listen to your sorry talk
so Bye bye baby
I canít wear this ball and chain no more
I got better things to do than listen to this sorry talk

So if I capture every moment,
If I squeeze it til itís dry
If I chew the best,
if I spit out the rest,
if I shout it to the sky

Rise and shine, shake your head
nowís the time to get a hold of what the message said
so Bye bye baby

I canít wear this ball and chain no more
I got better things to do than listen to the sorry talk

Bye Bye Baby. Iím moving on. I'm fed up of you bleating like you are a victim, when really you're a victor. I had a lot of fun birthing this using Acid Pro and ProTools software.

 
 
  Cold City


You've made your bed now you must lie in it
maybe you'll cry in it, maybe so will I
You gave your word and now you've broken it
should not have spoken it, should have let it lie

Cold City, send me a hope
just want somebody to believe in
Cold City, keep me afloat
need somebody to believe in
you said you'd wait, but now it's so late
think I'll just go and get myself another date

You've made your bed now you must lie in it
maybe you'll cry in it, maybe so will I

Cold City, mix me a hope
need somebody to believe in
Cold City, life is a joke
with nobody to believe in
Now itís so late, it's pointless to wait
think I'll just go and get myself another date

You've made your bed now you must lie in it
maybe you'll cry in it, maybe so will I
You made a promise now you've broken it
should not have spoken it, you know it was a lie

Cold City, send me a hope
want somebody to believe in
Cold City, keep me afloat
need somebody to believe in
Cold City, mix me a hope
need somebody to believe in
Cold City, keep me afloat
want somebody, want somebody
just want somebody to believe in.

Broken promises come as a package with rock Ďní roll - or is it just with life? A song from the Reel Two album that I knew could stand another visit.

Shanty Town Blues


In that old cotton town
when the evening came down
there were men with
no love in their heart
for no one or no thing.
Only a tear could they bring
- Ďcos I hear the people sing:
Theyíre a cominí - donít let them in
Theyíre a cominí - no not again
Theyíre a cominí - donít let them do what they did to our kin

Not a dime was he worth,
just the salt of the earth,
he believed that
a man has to fight
if he wants to be free
and thatís what he wanted to be
- When he said this to me:
Theyíre a cominí - donít let them in
Theyíre a cominí - no not again
Theyíre a cominí - donít let them do what they did to our kin

Oh my pretty one, whoís gonna hold you tonight?
Oh my pretty one, whoís gonna fight your fight?

I was born I was raised
in them Shanty Town ways
and I knew there were some things
that could not be spoken about,
and some things of which Iíve no doubt
- Ďcos I hear the people shout:
Theyíre a cominí - donít let them in
Theyíre a cominí - no not again
Theyíre a cominí - donít let them do what they did to our kin



Shanty Town is a song inspired by the great Curtis Mayfield, first recorded yonks ago with lovely guitar distortion on my B&O  recorder.

 
 
  Robin's song

Someoneís raking my coals
Someoneís stirring my pot
Someoneís spinning my reputation
round like a top
and I sniff the air, and I know just where
my laser stare should drop
Hey hey,
Robinís at home tonight
Robinís alone tonight
and sheís writing crazy stories on my wall

When the curtains are drawn
and sheís got nothing to do
just to live in a fantasy
with me there in it too
and she plays the part of a bleeding heart
all red and black and blue
Hey hey,
Robinís at home tonight
Robinís alone tonight
and sheís writing crazy stories on my wall

She never should have said it
and I wished Iíd never read it
and sheís really gonna get it
if she doesnít make an edit real soon

Canít you see, itís such a waste
I wish youíd come and say it to my face

Thereís a face at my window
thereís a knock at my door
- itís Robin singing,
Robin bringing tweets galore
and I donít know why I feel so shy
guess itís just because
Hey hey,
Robinís at home tonight
Robinís alone tonight
and sheís writing crazy stories on my wall

Who's Robin? - some crazy bird writing stuff about me and Jack Rosa on Facebook. Or maybe we're just paranoid...

Post War Baby



She says I'm only a cog
in a wheel, in a job
I don't know what I want to be
'cept that I want to be free.

And with an air of detachment
a well-to-do accent and all
she wrapped her life into a ball.
And out of her bundle
the laws of the jungle
came wearily tumbling down,
down, down.

She says the world is a hard place
it's built upon heartache and pain
and one of the rules of the game
is don't let nobody up-front
you just take what you want while you can
virtue be damned -
people like that I just can't understand

Post War Baby
haunts me daily
I'm thinking that maybe
Your love can do anything
in the world.
 

And soon a professional rip-off
a tip-off she granted to me
I listened so expectantly
but she said I'm only a cog
in a wheel, in a job
I don't know what I want to be
'cept that I want to be free

A song about a girl who had a somewhat materialistic outlook on thingsÖ Live recording begun August 2003, at Luis Miguel's Basement, Chiva, Spain, with Mandy playing tambourine.

 
 
  Girl in a Jaguar

 

Next door but one
where you are what you say you are,
next door but one
thereís a Girl in a Jaguar


a really high class dame
makes all the rest look lame
tells everyone the rain
never falls on the roof of a Jaguar
next door but one
where you are what you say you are


itís got all the latest gear
- a bedroom in the rear
with rotating Chandeliers!


She says sheís on TV,
- a personality
ah - but she aint fooling me
cos I know that she
works in a coffee bar
six nights a week
when she donít have her daddyís car


Next door but one
where you are what you say you are
next door but one
thereís a Girl in a Jaguar


Next door but one
where you are what you say you are

Retro ditty of local gal using the family Jag to insinuate a certain social standing. Nothing leaves you so gob-smacked as the girl from the Council House next door zooming past in a chrome plated blur.

Across the Divide


Hush now the night is falling, nobody knows
Whoís going to be standing here when the third bell tolls

High in the Captainís tower I see them counting their loot
Laughing at who looks the best wearing the parachute

And they know what train Iím on
And they know which side of paradise Iím from

Off in the drunken distance, a lifetime away
I see your lips move but I canít hear what you say
Across the divide

I shouted but no one answered - just looked straight ahead
I guess they canít stop to speak Ďtil the sky turns red

And they know what train youíre on
And they know which side of paradise youíre from

Summers coming early; and youíre sat on your thumb
Címon, címon, címon
Summers coming early; get your wedding dress on
Címon, címon, címon

See now who holds the candle - who knows the way?
back to the lights that twinkle on the far side of this bay

I look out across the divide but whatís there to see?
Only the ruins now of how it used to be

when they know what train youíre on
And they know which side of paradise youíre from

Is it raining tonight, across the divide?
- yes itís raining tonight, across the divide.
 

Given half a chance, time can weld bars of division between former allies.

 
  Samson & Delilah 


Well Delilah came on the phone & said
'Boy, d'you wanna take me home?'
and Samson, he said 'Babe you know I do,'
'but there's things to be worked out,
there's my ma who is without,
and she must be informed that we are two'

Well Delilah said 'I have no grouse,
and besides I've seen your house
and I like it, it has all my due respect.
But to me you now must come,
and what's to do must now be done
- together, so as to get the best effect.'

Well Samson he said 'Bye', then looked me in the eye
and said 'Friend, I'm in need of counselling.'
And I said 'Oh Sam you must not go',
and he said 'but friend, how do you know?'
and I said 'Ah yes,
I was on the extension, listening in.'

And he said 'Ah yes that is so,
but your advice I must forgo,
for my love she will not wait for evermore.'
and with a parting glance,
he shook hands and said 'Thanks,
God bless you friend', and walked out of the door.


Many months were then to pass
before I was led to ask
off a weary warrior from the South:
'What news of battles won,
of Kings & Queens undone,
what secrets do you keep within your mouth?'

He said 'It is not well, for many gods have fell
and many more are waiting yet to fall.
And the sun will not long set
before Elijah himself has met
that most feared mortal of them all.'

'For the one of whom I speak,
is now prisoner to the weak
as we are all prisoners to fate.
And Queen Delilah has decreed
that she cannot intercede
in matters preferential to the state.'

Well I was sore afraid, for the soldier had portrayed
a vision of my one and only friend.
And so I made all haste, unto the city gates
thereby to put my torment at an end.
 

Samson & Delilah cont.

And once inside the city walls, and in the royal halls,
I gazed upon the scene with disbelief.
For there in that princely castle sat a rogue, and a rascal,
a vagabond, a liar, and a thief.

And I looked at each in turn, and bade them all confirm
that Samson of Judea dwelt within.
And they answered with a laugh, and bid me follow aft
to the Arena, where the show would soon begin.

Well the Arena it was bubbling,
all the senators were juggling
for a seat that would lend pleasure to their view.
Then a mighty horn was sounded,
and all outbound flights were grounded,
as Delilah made her entrance dressed in blue

She cast aside her robes,
and the multitude arose
enraptured by the beauty of her skin.
And they spent themselves a-grinning
'til Delilah, she stopped spinning,
and said 'Let Samson from the dungeon
be brought in!í

And I cried 'Oh Sam, what has gone wrong?
and he said 'Friend, it's a long long story -
and time is of the essence it is true.'
'But to cut the story short, young Delilah is a fraud,
yeh and her parents - they are both unmarried too'.

Then with a fearful cry, he looked blindly to the sky
and bade the Lord one dying wish to grant.
Then he whispered to my ear -
'God speed you quickly far from here,
for the coming of Jehovah is at hand'.


Then the sky was rent in twain,
with great boulders did it rain.
As I watched from off a hill in Galillee...
And with tears in my eye, I bid that life bye-bye
and walked away into eternity...


So friends remember this,
when you're lost inside your bliss,
A true love can be captured but never bought.
So don't count your chickens before they're hatched,
cos if the cock and hen aint matched....
All the pleasures of the roost will come to nought!

Samson and Delilah is a legacy song resurrected with the aid of ProTools software; An allegorical tongue-in-cheek (and true!) story about me being seduced by a record executive.