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Rafferty
01:52
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I met him at O’Reilly’s on Third Avenue
He swore that he was sober but he’d had a few
My head was telling me, he’s just another slob
My heart was saying he’s cuter than a puppy dog
Rafferty, you’re the man for me
Darling, I love you so
I must admit although
I know you are a rogue
I can’t resist your blarney and your Irish brogue
He thinks that going Dutch means I pick up the check
He hears a car backfiring and he hits the deck
Whenever we go out, I know it’s going to end
Hiding down an alley from his latest friend
Rafferty, you’re the man for me
Honey, I love you still
You promised me a thrill
You took me to Brazil
You left me with your trousers and the hotel bill
Rafferty, darling Rafferty
Honey, I think you’re jake
But I’ve done a second take
It’s been a big mistake
I know that I’d be safer with a rattle snake
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Bats In The Belfry
02:34
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Bats are in the belfry
Screech owls in the hall
Through the shuttered windows
No light shows at all
Creatures of the night
Shun the sun’s fierce light
Hide themselves away
Till the end of day
Rustling in the ivy
On the garden walls
Someone’s in the orchard
Where the moonlight falls
Tell him you are here
Bid him to appear
Overcome your fear
Wait as he draws near
Floats above the ground
Moves without a sound
When he touches you
You can see right through his hand
Bats are in the belfry
Screech owls in the hall
Through the shuttered windows
No light shows at all
Creatures of the night
Shun the sun’s fierce light
Hide themselves away
Till the end of day
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The Wind Will Change
02:10
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He came in
On a southern breeze
When the year was young
New leaves on the trees
He’d stay here
For a while, he said
Took his old hat off
Threw it on the bed
He never said he’d be around
Long enough to see you getting older
You knew that he’d be moving on
When he felt the weather getting colder
Not knowing
When he’s going to go
Makes you stay in line
Keeps you on your toes
Knowing one day
The wind will change
Knowing one day
The wind will change
Don’t you ever notice that he
Always has to have the windows open?
You’re never going to pin him down
So get it in your head, it’s no use hoping
So darling, dry your pretty eyes
Don’t spend all your time
Looking at the skies
Waiting for the day
The wind will change
Waiting for the day
The wind will change
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Cavanagh, Cody and Byrne
02:22
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Cavanagh, Cody and Byrne
Are an old-fashioned music-hall turn
Byrne is the straight man and Cody the stooge
Cody is tiny and Cavanagh huge
Cavanagh’s role is to bluster and rage
While poor little Cody is kicked round the stage
Byrne’s the mysterious éminence grise
The man in the corner who nobody sees
It seems like a double-act but there are three
They can’t be divided, they’re a trinity
If you’ve ever seen them I’m sure you’ll agree
Byrne, Cavanagh and Cody
Cody the innocent, sweet-faced and mild
The mind of a fool and the heart of a child
Cavanagh glaring and waving his cane
The slippery Byrne disappearing again
They bring back the glory days of vaudeville
Even though these days they’re over the hill
What comical fellows they are,
Byrne, Cody and Cavanagh
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Ouija Board Romance
02:44
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In copperplate ‘To Captain Wren
At Laurel House, retired, R.N.’
Barometer says Fine
An invitation from The Pines
‘Your company requested…
Please be here at half past nine’
He puts it on the chimney piece
Another Wednesday séance
And a good canary wine
The usual party - Mrs Death
(‘Not Death, you know, it rhymes with “wreath”’)
Is hosting the soirée
And Mrs Talbot, Reverend Jones
Will both be there as usual
Not forgetting Major Grey
But Mrs Snow, I’m sad to say
Had to decline, she’ll be away
So we’re one short today
And so in desperation and perhaps a little daringly
Tells Dorothy the maid
To put aside her apron and to join them in the drawing room
The ouija board is laid
Upon the table, voices fall
The candles flicker, in the hall
The old clock’s chiming fades
The planchette stops ‘A D… then O…’
‘An L… an L… a Y…’ and so
The message is revealed
And to her shame the secret is exposed
That was for many months
In Dolly’s heart concealed
And ‘Dolly loves the Captain’ stands
In Mrs Talbot’s spidery hand
The planchette starts to move again
And Captain Wren (retired, R.N.)
Cannot believe his eyes
‘A C, a A, a P, a T’, while Mrs Talbot’s scratching pen
The Ouija board’s reply
Records - and ‘Captain Wren loves Dolly’ read out to the company
To everyone’s surprise
Now Dorothy is Mrs Wren
The Deaths require a maid again
The ouija board’s retired
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Would-be-goods are usually a four-piece band but this is a solo project which I began in October 2020, trying to trick myself into being more productive by treating songwriting as a game or challenge. Peter, my partner, acted as my daily title generator. I then had 24 hours to write and record the song. ... more
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