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2019 Craft Work

by Horne's Demo Shop

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1.
Bury me or fire me from a gun Take my ashes and fly them into the sun Take my guitar to the auction room There’s a memorabilia sale coming soon Collect what’s left and put it in a box Shed a tear if you like, and make sure nothing’s lost Nothing’s lost Nothing’s ever lost Afternoon on Radio TFM Time to fill between news and advertisements Cue up number something from the list Jog someone’s memory, clear the mist But didn’t I just play this yesterday And the day before and then tomorrow, come what may Come what may Tomorrow, come what may Heart attacks and ODs Plane crashes and STDs Choking, drowning and killer bees None of these can stop me I’m an animated hologram With all my original backing band We’re on tour up and down the land Clap your hands and love me Make a film about me, narrated by Rebecca Front or Liam Neeson… Stephen Fry? I’m dying to be famous once again Put me on a bank note, I’m a dead white man Put all my old demos on CD Video my children crying on TV Crying on TV Pretending they miss me Heart attacks and ODs… I’ve had my fifteen minutes Now I want fifteen more Fill your heads with memories That just seem to endure Then ask me why there’s no forgotten classics any more Heart attacks and ODs…
2.
Tea For One 02:28
Some things are just better when you do them with someone else So listen to me please it’s for the good of your health Like waking up in winter or smoking in the bath Enjoy what you’ve got while it lasts We’d been up in the mountains Where the air was cool and clear And the engine’s scream for mercy Was all that you could hear Past mansions on the hillsides And bursts of Spanish broom We came down to Barcelona And found ourselves a room We sat out on the fire escape Until the day was done That was then and this is now I’m taking tea for one Easter time, I was trying to run Away from it all I was trying to be a “hero” Beside the Berlin wall But the wall was an attraction For the millions like me Who come to stare at bullet holes And imagine history Now history’s repeating And the fire bell has rung Let’s all forget the past again Let’s all have tea for one Tea for one I’ll have tea for one It’s not fair to say I’ve turned my back on anyone You didn’t want me anyway When all’s said and done You say, let’s move on And I’ll have tea for one Farewell to Dolce Vita And goodbye Betty Blue It’s the end of cafe culture And weekend rendezvous Who needs coffee anyway? It’s bitter and it’s black Bonsoir to joie de vivre To Freude and the craic There’s no more drinking white wine In the red setting sun I’ll just leave and take what’s mine And I’ll have tea for one - Tea for one…
3.
Supernova 02:12
Die bad, go rotten All of your sins will still be forgotten I can guarantee you there’s no one keeping score. Die good, decompose Sorry, that’s just the way that it goes All that trouble you went to, what was it for? The end is the end, When there’s no time to mend The damage that you’ve done I tell you, my friend We’re all going to end up As atoms in the sun’s supernova Die rich, go up in flames Your children live on with double-barrelled names But it’s still eight hundred degrees behind the door Die poor and neglected You’ll be reduced to ashes collected And thrown away one day, that’s for sure The end is the end… (Boom) (No one can hear you in space) Whether we take our holy communion With EFTA, BAFTA or the European Union One day we won’t be an island any more Atlantis rises, Europe sinks The North Sea turns into a skating rink If we’re up a mountain or down on the sea floor The end’s still the end, There’s no time to mend The damage that we’ve done I tell you, my friend We’re all going to end up As atoms in the sun’s supernova
4.
There’s a siren moaning in the distance Because the river’s overflowed And you can’t get from anywhere to here Because the river’s on the road Down town there’s blue lights flashing But up here we think we’re safe Behind half a ton of iron gate We’re living on white wine and after eights. Johnny goes out for a breath of air And get a bite to eat Susie wants to see the waves And feel the sand beneath her feet And a wave picks up poor Susie And carries her away It’s a sad end to a perfect date Meanwhile we’re on on white wine and after eights. One day I’m going to be king of the north I can feel it in my bones I’m stuck with this regal air And I really don’t need to show it No, I don’t… We should be worrying about the state Of the planet Earth in these days We should be guilty for the part That you and I are playing Half the people that ever lived Are walking around today The world gets warmer anyway And we’re living on white wine and after eights
5.
Winter thrills me And damned near kills me Come on wheels, Get a grip on the road Her love fills me Cures what ails me I can feel it down in my throat When I’m hoarse from shouting At inbreds with more cars than brain cells If that’s the way you drive How do you manage to breathe? Don’t you know I’m in love And I need to be with my girl Right now, you see It was only yesterday Feels like infinity I crawled out From her cotton sheets The warm embrace Of my favourite place That’s where I want to be - right now But I’m stuck behind a tractor On the A52 to Grantham With a Range Rover up my arse Trying to put me in the ditch I bet he keeps a faded picture of Thatcher And stands for the national anthem Steals from the the poor, gives to the rich Coca Cola And another roll-up Peel Show playing On the radio Can’t pull over there’s no hard shoulder And anyway I’ve got to go Now there’s no one else to fight Between here and my love Hold on to the wheel There’s black ice on the road I’ll be there by midnight Then I’ll take my shoes off When I get into that bed I’ll be home
6.
Instrumental 02:36
Take a sip of red wine Swill around and take your time Hold it up to the sun Don’t wait till the evening comes Drop the needle nice and slow Sit back and listen close Saxophones sing out the theme Piano rolling underneath I’ve got the wine, I’ve got the jazz I’m not sure what I’m dressed up as But I’m sophisticated as can be She was instrumental in making me Read the New Yorker magazine Armani shirts and Paul Smith jeans Truffaut and the nouvelle vague She showed me the better way No more beer and cigarettes No more football, no more bets Am I bitter? No I’m not I’m grateful for the things I’ve got A simple boy with simple tastes She broke my heart, laid me to waste If you look into my face, you’ll see She was instrumental in making me
7.
Yesterday I felt you Getting out of bed You spoke to me through the closed door But I didn’t hear what was said I could have stopped you leaving At least I could have tried Instead I just went back to bed And I don’t suppose you cried Now, now that you’re gone I’ve got so much time to get things done There’s nowhere I can’t go There’s nothing I can’t do I don’t have to worry any more About loving you I could plant a garden With sunflowers so tall And you’d never get to see it Behind the garden wall I could buy myself an old car And fix it as good as new I’d drive it anywhere I liked Alone, without you Now, now you’re gone… Always, always, I would wait I never felt my life was slipping away Now, now you’re gone… I could find somebody And fall in love again Maybe she’d look like you And maybe I’d pretend I know that we’d be happy Together till the end I’d mention you in passing Some old long-lost friend
8.
European Sun 01:56
The European sun doesn’t leave you alone It burns your skin off your bones It’s there every day, it won’t go away Turning the soil to stone The European sun doesn’t hide behind the clouds It’s not shy, It’s brash and it’s proud But it needs to be loved, shining down from above The European sun’s always out The European sun shines down on European sons And daughters. It’s the light on the water The glare on the sand, the tan on the tanned It tears the bricks from the mortar The European sun is the burn on the burned. Who hide in the shade of cathedrals Through the glare on our eyes we peer at the stones And the pilgrims lighting their candles If the European sun were to come here to stay Or just to visit for a day We’d be burning as one until we were well done Oh won’t you return, my European sun? The European sun shines down on European sons And daughters. It’s the light on the water The glare on the sand, the tan on the tanned It tears the bricks from the mortar
9.
he was a foreign child orange hair and eyes couldn’t speak the language to save his life Mother wouldn’t let him play with the local boys Looking down from the third- -floor window on a world that didn’t like the likes of him, he curled his lip and muttered softly “I’ve got all I need with my toys.” I’ve got wooden blocks I’ve got my X-Box I’ve got my wires and electric shocks Then he’s nineteen Full of piss and cream Landing back in England’s tapestry Train goes underground he tries not to scream There’s nowhere To even compare So the books say - and how right they are Look at the girls on the corner And the boys too You get daylight All into the night And when they touch you, it feels so nice There’s something to be said for listening it’s a nasty scene on the bowling green riding round like he thinks he’s Steve McQueen he’s given up caring what anyone thinks of him You get daylight All into the night
10.
When you fell, I never caught you When you called me I never heard When you needed a voice To speak up for you… When you bent down, facing east Praying and crying, I could at least Have given you the wealth of my experience I just creased my brow, and shook my head Then I turned away and then I said… Why are you telling me this? she sighed And were there tears in her eyes? Are you saying you wish you’d loved me Or I’d loved you? She said: you know I don’t believe I was there as well, you see And I don’t know why you need To confess I took out the papers from the desk Is there anything you need to ask?
11.
We meet up on the church steps And send the kids inside To find themselves a place to sit I can just hear “Silent Night” Then we pass round the bottle As the organ plays it slow Feel the glow as the whisky does its thing Feel it as the choir starts to sing Terry’s got his troubles Suzannah’s on the mend It’s sad for Keith and Karen The way that they pretend And as for me and Maureen We’re hanging on I guess Yes, we hold hands across the green And the Christmas lights are not the worst I’ve seen One day a year, we’re side by side We’re as thick as thieves We share regrets and place our bets On who’ll be last to leave We all sing songs for Jesus Even though we don’t believe And we all get drunk together In the Bridge on Christmas Eve Every other day goes by You don’t see anyone We pass each other on the street But we’ve always got to run In the real world we’re just neighbours We’re not what you’d call friends But in the end, we always say it’s going to be Different next year, more like Christmas Eve One day a year...

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Recorded at home in Whitby, North Yorkshire, during February and March 2019. Music on "Now You're Gone" was written and played by Simon Ashby.

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released March 17, 2019

Mr J Horne: male vocal with guitar acc.

Cover photo © JH (Battersea, 2019) with apologies to Hipgnosis.

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