The Last Days

of the

Way We Were

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Freedom >

A Morning Air >

Moving to the Heat of Your Love >

I Love ‘em I Do >

Maybe the Love >

Klunk Klunk k’ k’ Klonk Klonk >

The Last Days of the Way We Were >



< The Big Sell

< Davey What You Doing to Me

< Down the Lane Your Beauty Lies

< Frank

< Wean yr Rhydd

< The Ballad of George Davenport

< I Do Not Know Where I Am Going



Gobbin' Down Me Mobile Goats are Great Lament for the Gipsy Fields of Treason Welcome to Insanity The Pursuit of Obscurity Down the Cosmic Highway Pond Sitting for Beryl Nobody's Free Dog Eat Dog Till the Indian was no More The Last Days of the Way We Were Not Three Bad Stanley The State We're In I Can't Complain Daniel Lambert's Trousers Drums on the Soar

Recorded by myself and John Booth at his house in  Northgate street in Hinckley around 1991 on a very large 8 track mixing desk whose functioning to this very day eludes me. Somehow or another the album got made but mainly with John’s expertise rather than mine.It was my very first album ,one which John insisted I make but without his encouragement and insistence this album would not have seen the light of day.  Making albums was up to this time the province of professional recording engineers in proper studios and it was only the emergence of  inexpensive multi-track domestic equipment that changed all this. So,suddenly it was no longer impossible so we did it.And it was my first album and therefore a  very special one, and even though there are moments on the album that still make me grimace it I am very proud of it.

Freedom - This represents to me my involvement in the anti-apartheid movement and brings back all my memories of the demos we went on. It’s my first protest song I think and I recently redid it for the occasion of the death of Nelson Mandela this time using all the benefits of the ever–evolving  recording technologies.

A Morning Air - This is a lovely little instrumental and the very first that I wrote and that I could actually play on the guitar. It features on a later album (The Pursuit of Obscurity) but played as a string quartet [Stefan Pratt is the genius doing the playing and the orchestration].

Moving to the Heat of your Love - This was a love song that  I wrote for my new wife Davica

I Love ‘em I Do - I’d started to write poetry and included some in my act. This always went down well so I thought I’d stick some on this album.  Made it a bit different.

Maybe the Love - I really like this track and revisiting this album has made me realize I should still be playing this song. It’s a great song and highly relevant to the struggle to get the rich idiots out of power and out of our lives.

Klunk Klunk k’ k’ Klonk Klonk - A slightly mad little beat poem that always gets a listening audience.

The Last Days of the Way We Were - An ecological anthem and again one which needs to see the light of day more.  I still do it and its hard to believe that the pursuit of profit is more important to the political leaders than the well-being of the people they are supposed to represent. That’s capitalism for yer!

The Big Sell - I still do this and as I get to hate capitalism more and more I realize what an important song this is.

Davey What You Doing to Me - Another love song for Veeker

Down the Lane your Beauty Lies - An attempt to catch the joy of the English countryside in song. On a later album (Drums on the Soar), Wayne has orchestrated this song. Check it out.

Frank - Doggerel but I like it.

Wean yr Rhydd - A place I stayed at on holiday and my second tune that made me sound as if I knew what I was doing on the guitar.

The Ballad of George Davenport - This is a song about a local highwayman and my first foray into historical song.  Many more are to follow.

I Do Not Know Where I Am Going - Says it all innit’.  I still do this song as it contains  references to some of the  issues with which I have continually had to battle.  Its also a great song I think.  Well I would would’nt I?