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It's The Little Things
02:15
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It's the little things
Don't they always say
It's the little things
It's always been the way
It's the little things
That help you cope
It's the little things
That give you hope
It's the little things
That are gonna make your day
You can shove your big grand gestures up your hoop
It's the little things that give us the whoop de whoop
And those unassuming acts of kindness
These are the things that remind us
Of the good in the world
No flags unfurled
It's the little things
Don't they always say
It's the little things
It's always been the way
It's the little things
That help you cope
It's the little things
That give you hope
It's the little things
That are gonna make your day
Virtue signal way off over there
We don't need a big show that you care
Who knows what the day will bring
It might be just a little thing
That makes you smile
Freestyle
It's the little things
Don't they always say
It's the little things
It's always been the way
It's the little things
That help you cope
It's the little things
That give you hope
It's the little things
That are gonna make your day
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2. |
Punk Rock In My Bones
02:42
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In '77 I was 9 years old
Hey little kid do as you're told
The village celebrated silver jubilee
But the sex pistols had more appeal to me
So god save the queen I sang that year
With a safety pin through my pierced ear
But I'd take it out before I got home
Cos I didn't want my mum to know
And we'd pogo at the disco down at the parish hall
Carve biro band names into the desks a t school
Spray painted logos on my jeans with all the rips
Patches and a bum flap bondage straps and zips
Secret John Peel in my headphones
Listening to The Skids and The Undertones
The Damned, The clash and The Ramones
I got punk rock in my bones
Taping stuff on my radio cassette
Putting some vinyl on my old Dansette
Stiff Little Fingers helped me vent my fury
And who can resist a bit of Ian Dury
Every week I got Sounds magazine
I didnt really get it - I just loved the scene
And Adam Ant with his dressing up antics
Took me from punk to the new romantics
And we'd pogo at the disco down at the parish hall
Carve biro band names into the desks a t school
Spray painted logos on my jeans with all the rips
Patches and a bum flap bondage straps and zips
Secret John Peel in my headphones
Listening to The Skids and The Undertones
The Damned, The clash and The Ramones
I got punk rock in my bones
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3. |
Messy
03:02
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I 'm sitting in chaos I have to confess
I'm utterly surrounded by mess
And it's too overwhelming to start anywhere
Too, too much it's a mare
Why am I so messy?
How can I be so messy?
Mess on the surfaces, mess on the floors
Surrounded and captured by chores
Why is it impossible? It shouldn't be that hard
I live in an indoor junkyard
Mrs Hinch to the rescue
British influencer and Instagram star
Mrs Hinch the cleaning guru
Online, on TV and on the case!
With her Magic Eraser in hand
Her Scrub Daddy at the ready
Her Minky cloth and white vinegar
Watch her as she polishes and shines
Nothing is too big a job for Mrs Hinch!
So I'm lifting up the dirt and cutting through grease
Scraping the taps with a 2 pence piece
But I have to admit it is with little success
Simply by being it's already a mess
Why am I so messy?
I've been meaning
To do some cleaning
I need to vacuum
The living room
I must muster the lustre for a duster
How can I be so messy?
I'll get inspired by the Hinch army group
With Pink Stuff and Ebow Grease in a bottle
Read how to clean up spills and stains
And pour Zoflora down your drains
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4. |
I'm Sorry Juliet
04:11
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It's such a skinny pay packet
It won't go very far
But what about that bookies
That used to be a bar
Maybe he can double up
And hit a lucky win
A tingle of excitement
He steps on in
But things don't go his way
And now he's lost all of his pay
Wait till his girlfriend hears
The rent I s now in arrears
He says "I'm sorry Juliet
I stopped off for a little bet
I'm just a loser who lost
And now I'm counting the cost
I tried to win it back twice
And now I'm paying the price
I'm so full of regret
I'm so sorry Juliet"
Even kids in football shirts
Have adverts on their chest
For betting shops all over town
Resistance is a test
Ads on sporting hoardings
And on the tv
A flutter surely cannot hurt
Lets see what will be
He tells her he needs a loan
To fix the screen on his phone
But he loses all the cash
And the phone screen is still smashed
He says "I'm sorry Juliet
I just wanted a little bet
I'm just a loser who lost
And now I'm counting the cost
I tried to win it back twice
And now I'm paying the price
I'm so full of regret
I'm so sorry Juliet"
And sometimes the losing's
More exciting than a win
Causing such destruction
And a rush of adrenaline
And it is such a thrill
And he's started to steal
And Juliet has found out
And she's started to shout
He says "I'm sorry Juliet
I just needed a bet
I'm just a loser who lost
And now I'm counting the cost
I tried to win it back twice
And now I'm paying the price
I'm so full of regret
I'm so sorry Juliet"
He opens up the door one night
He sees her stuff has gone
A note left on the table
"I'm moving on"
Maybe he can win her back
He's not so sure
He'd actually put money on
She won't be back for more
He says "I'm sorry Juliet
This is my worst loss yet
Now I'm counting the cost
Can't believe that you are lost
Yeah I'm sorry Juliet
Can you forgive and forget
I'm so full of regret
I'm so sorry Juliet
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5. |
Call It Another Day
01:48
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Shall we just call it a day today?
It is 3 am
It's not quite time for anything
Is it last night or tomorrow morning?
We're in limbo
Everyone's asleep
Like operating in stolen time
Birds are singing in the day
Sunlight creeping up on the horizon
Can't switch off
Mind rats gnawing and even just nibbling delicately around the edges
Silly mind rats
Shall we just put the kettle on call it another day?
What do you think?
Put the kettle on?
Call it another day?
Call it another day
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6. |
Box Ticker
01:18
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You live your life in administration
Can't see the actual situation
No room for idiosyncracy
You're blinded by bureaucracy
There's no other possibility
No hint of flexibility
I have to tick a box it is mandatory
Even though it doesn't fit with my story
Go and tick a box you box ticker (x3)
You're a box ticking box ticker
Now why can I only pick one?
I could pick them all and still not be done
You don't see the person there
The little ticky boxes are your only care
Go and tick a box you box ticker (x3)
You're a box ticking box ticker
Go and tick a box you box ticker (x3)
You're a box ticking box ticker
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7. |
Lumière
01:40
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Saggy suited men in hats
Judder jerky on the screen
Solemn faces
Speedy paces
Jitter comically about
With a slightly doubtful eye
New invention
Apprehension
Dust and scratches flicker past
Caught in this moment
Colourless mothers
Lift the baby
Mouthing coo coo
In a silent world
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8. |
80s 6th Form Girls
03:35
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Those trendy girls from sixth form
Go to school in whatever they want
Don't have to wear a uniform
Their hairdo is bouffant
Those fashion crazed sixth formers
Choose what they want to wear
Neon bright leg warmers
And their shoulders looking square
And they are dressing
Up like that for an English lesson
And oh their passion
For the latest fashion
Knows no end
Knows no end
Come Saturday they are avid shoppers
Get the bus into town
Buy some glittery Deely Boppers
They've got this look down
Billowing frilly blouses
Lacy tutu skirt
Or baggy harem trousers
And their dad's best dinner shirt
Teetering on tiptoes
In patent white stilettos
If they fancy not so posh
How about double denim acid wash
They wear poison perfume
Eau de toilette
Sitting in the common room
In a dress that just looks wet
They wear black eyeliner
They crimp and they perm
They wanna be a fashion designer
But they've got to get through this term
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9. |
Red Carpet
03:31
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In my dream last night I was mingling with the stars of the British music scene
Past and present
Dead and alive
In a red carpet after show party
I could read their minds
Ian dury was chatting with Ray Davies
Convinced that ray didn't like him
But ray was more concerned with Lilly Allen in the corner
Who was giving him funny looks
He presumes because of the vol-au-vent debacle
Really she is thinking
"He's laughing at my fringe"
Toyah brushes past me concerned she will not make it to the loo in time
There's Damon Albarn and that bloke who was in EastEnders
"Park Life!"
They are caught up in a spiral of out-cockneying each other
Until they dissolve in a heap of
Cor blimey how's yer father Lady Godiva I should coco
"I don't even know what I'm saying anymore" thinks Damon
"Nor me" thinks the bloke who was in EastEnders
"Hold up" said Billy Bragg
"I just saw David Bowie over there!
How did he get here too?"
I said "That was Ziggy Stardust
This is Aladdin Sane
You can do that here"
And Billy shuddered inwardly
While laughing a hearty laugh
And shouting "Neat!"
"Oh hi Billy" said David
Just knowing billy doesn't like that hi-hat sound in Space Oddity
"See you around, David" said paul weller
Glad of an excuse to get away
Thinking "He just wants to steal my winkle pickers"
Ohmygod! Don't look now but here's Robbie Williams!
He's upset that Suggs just ignored him
But playing it cool
Maybe if he could see that Suggs was only upset himself
He was sure that Paul Mc ****** Cartney
Had spat in his beer
Robbie made a beeline for Freddie Mercury
Well he would wouldn't he?
"Hey Robbie I like your style" said Freddie
Robbie's heart fluttered
Even though he was positive
Freddie could see he was a fake
Elton john, Phil Collins and Ed Sheeran tried to get a conga going
Thinking "We'll show them"
While Sting and Kate Bush looked on
Cringing inside
But laughing and applauding them
Eyeing each other as if to say
"Aren't we good sports"
And the convivial words and the contrary thoughts
Reverberate around the room
A soup of paranoia and insecurity
"Excuse me" came a voice behind me
It was Syd Barrett
"Couldn't help reading your mind
You see them too don't you?"
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10. |
Ruth Fisher Dances
04:03
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Here's Ruth Fisher, matriarch, uptight and grumpy
Dowdy dress and ankle socks Ruth is looking frumpy
Energy drawn in like a spring coiled tightly
Turning down the chance of fun ever so politely
Anxious, worried, nervous, tense, lives on the defensive
Stiff and rigid, stuffy, prim, ever apprehensive
Now and then it gets too much she can't hold in emotion
And all consumed she flies so high a passionate explosion
Dance Ruth Fisher dance
Seize the moment grab your chance
Spin Ruth Fisher twirl
Your world is in a whirl
Rudderless she's going wild her tiller with no hand on
Whirling dervish fast and free she moves with gay abandon
Letting all her anger out her pent up frustration
Head thrown back and laughing loud releasing agitation
Energy, vitality, vibrant and vivacious
Like her hair she's flowing free beautiful and gracious
Swallowed by the moment of high invigoration
Giddy in an ecstasy of mad exhilaration
Dance Ruth Fisher dance
Seize the moment grab your chance
Spin Ruth Fisher twirl
Your world is in a whirl
Then she comes down hard and fast ashamed of her excitement
Back to earth the gravity weighs heavy where she'd lightened
Earnestly she checks herself and regains her composure
Straightens up to stand up tall and rue the self exposure
Poor Ruth Fisher stony faced will fight to stay quite calm
Quiet unassuming with an awkward subtle charm
Now she stores the feelings up for when it next emerges
Waits for the release again when emotion surges
Dance Ruth Fisher dance
Seize the moment grab your chance
Spin Ruth Fisher twirl
Your world is in a whirl
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11. |
Namer Of Clouds
04:02
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There is a sculpture in my park
Of three local people of tottenham
One is alive but the other two died
But the sculpture shows we've not forgotten em
The little round plaque
In silver and black
Tells us what they are all famous for
Luke howard 1772-1864
He was the namer of clouds
Namer of the sky's own shrouds
And their classification
Of their manifestation
In his 1803 publication
The Modification of Clouds
Cumulus, Latin for heap, stratus, meaning layer
Nimbus the rain cloud and cirrus, curl of hair
He was the one to categorise
The wisps of white in the skies
Inspiring many an artist and poet
And now all the schoolchildren know it
Cumulus bubble up cotton wool balls, forming thick and puffy
Cirrus streak across the blue, delicate light and fluffy
Stratus heavy broad and low like a blanket the heavens are cloaked in
Nimbus looming dark and grey shedding raindrops you'll get soaked in
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12. |
Emotionally Unavailable
01:51
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I haven't got the head space
The heart space
The pain in the arse space
Will it ever bloody end
It is all so draining
Constraining
I'm tired of complaining
It's driving me round the bend
And my head is spinning
And ringing
It's flipping full to brimming
The only thing I'm fit for is to drop
It is all consuming
And glooming
It makes me flaming fuming
And I wish that it would bloody stop
So sorry I can't come out tonight
But I'm busy with myself having a fight
I'm occupied with all I can take
And I just need a bit of a break
And my heart is pounding
Resounding
Shaking its surrounding
Gonna beat itself right out of its cage
It's all overloading
Exploding
Frightening and foreboding
A cowering inner rage
So sorry I can't come out tonight
But I'm busy with myself having a fight
I'm occupied with all I can take
Sorry if that makes me a flake
But I haven't got the head space
The heart space
The pain in the arse space
I really hope you understand
It is all so draining
Constraining
So I'll just be stayin' in
I've got bugger all planned
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13. |
Last Drop Of Sunshine
02:30
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In your hammock in your garden
Soaking up the sunny rays
The weather's starting to harden
The last of the summer days
A swim at the seaside
Lie on the beach and feel satisfied
Seize every moment
Grab your chance
Chasin down the sun
Squeeze every last drop of sunshine
From the summer
Hold on to the golden
Hold on
Squeeze every last drop of sunshine
From the summer
Hold on to the golden
Before it's gone
Fireworks are scaring the dogs
Shops are doing Christmas
September! Christmas!
I'm not even joking
Really
School's back it's term time
No play time it's learn time
Innit getting dark early
Innit cold though
There's a nip in the wind
Better put a jumper on
Squeeze every last drop of sunshine
From the summer
Hold on to the golden
Hold on
Squeeze every last drop of sunshine
From the summer
Hold on to the golden
Before it's gone
Wish I could give you a bucket of sunshine
See you through the winter time
Cos you just turn round
And before you know it
It's already gone
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Wobbie Wobbit London, UK
Convivial humour and unique songs
From Haringey in North London. I take part in online song writing challenges
fawm.org and fiftyninety.fawmers.org where most of my songs are written.
Most of my songs have at least a gentle humour, and those that don't I hope are just as warm.
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