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Soundbites and Civil Rights

by The Lone Groover

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1.
The Business 02:04
THE BUSINESS I never really knew the reason Why I got done for treason I was minding my own business When they did the business I never really knew what hit me The night that they decided to hit me I was minding my own business Must I get a witness They said You pushed in at the bar Who the hell do you think you are You spilt my beer And you ain’t from around ‘ere You ain’t from around ‘ere You ain’t from around ‘ere Small town, small mind, small everything I wish I could float like a butterfly with a bee sting But it ain’t over til the big lady sings It ain’t over ‘til the large lady sings It ain’t over until the big boned lady sings Shout and Holler Crash bang wallop Anyhow Biff bang pow wow wowwow wow wow wow (Caulfield)
2.
HOW THE WEST WAS LOST So the politics of left and right have embraced each other almost overnight And our kids are growing up too fast, we should’ve known our reign was never gonna’ last And wisdom comes with age we’re told, but it’s never too late to try to break that mould Though we’re rightfully suspicious of, those who claim to be in cahoots with God In a world that’s getting harder to explain The love of a good woman keeps me sane And those idiots in magazines, they are our children’s heroes kings and queens Should we lead them to the promised land or lead them to the guillotine On street corners there are teenage hoods who bay for blood and call each other blud Do I act chicken and shut my gob or be born again and release my inner yob See these city streets can sometimes do your brain But the love of a good woman keeps me sane The bread-heads and the spoon-feds say your prophets are at a loss And there’s something to be said for shallow days and candyfloss But mark my words that’ll be how the west was lost And the hacks make fun of protest songs, ‘cos the counterculture’s all but dead and gone And Rock n roll's now just artifice, what would Johnny Thunders make of this As I search for truth and not someone to blame The love of a good woman keeps me sane As I do nothing but do nothing but complain The love of a good woman, the love of a good woman, the love of a good woman keeps me sane
3.
DREAMS OF STRUMMER I had a dream about Joe Strummer last night He told me everything was gonna’ be alright He said “we shall overcome, As long as there are kids to strum & heaven holds a place For those with love and soul and grace” I had a dream about Joe Strummer last night He told me everything was gonna’ be alright He said “believe in greater things We can all be Kings And passion sometimes takes it’s toll, Like trouser, brain like heart and soul” And he was wearing dark blue jeans And he offered me a smoke Looking not unlike Jimmy Dean And he was smiling as he spoke I had a dream about Joe Strummer last night He told me everything was gonna’ be alright He said “I know that times are tough, But rock ‘n’ roll still just might save us, And tell all the girls and boys, Me and Dury are still making noise” And he was wearing rock ‘n’ roll clobber And he offered me a drink And he was singing “Bankrobber” I swear to God man it was him I had a dream about Joe Strummer last night He told me everything was gonna’ be alright (Caulfield)
4.
The Refugee 04:36
THE REFUGEE When I first met you after school my heart burst into flames And from that moment on I knew life would never be the same You turned my world upside down, so effortless and casual I thought God had picked me out ‘cos I was young and beautiful Wrong time wrong place but for the grace We make mistakes for heavens sakes And you are one I won’t forget – from the playground to my death I know that it ain’t over yet – you’re gonna’ follow me to my last breath You were trouble from the start and that’s what attracted me But in my heart of hearts I should have taken the advice given to me The grown ups never understood that I was in love All that talk of my own good only made me more in love But if I knew then what I know now I’d have just smiled sweetly and then bowed out But like a fool fell for your charm – there was no way you could do me harm But behind your eyes and look of love – was an iron fist in a velvet glove My mother always said precaution…..was a girl’s best friend But downstairs after lights were out, we’d get our way in the end With your hand between my knees I wanted you I must confess We were so easy to please, life seemed so dangerous But if I knew then, what I know now I’d have blushed demurely and gotten the hell out The rough stuff came after your tender touch You knocked me about after you knocked me up Apologies and guilt always disappeared Until I found the strength to do the thing that you had always feared Now I’m in refuge, in the hands of the all saints And I’m so tired of this story over which I now draw a veil – ‘cos it could have been a fairytale when it should have been a fairytale But the devil is in the detail So I cover my modesty and my bruises They say “Jesus saves” but I need someone who accuses ‘cos the meek shall inherit just confuses I thought God had picked me out ‘cos I was young and beautiful
5.
TALKIN' MID-LIFE SENIORITY BLUES We’re much older girls and boys now, we rarely get out to play Though we still believe in the weekend, stuff gets in the way And when we gaze into the mirror, someone else looks back And the trousers that we cherish, won’t cut us any slack So it’s time to pass on the baton, and do it with good grace Our nephews and our nieces, now occupy that space, And the further you look backwards, the stranger is the view And now what’s past it’s sell by, was once shiny and brand new So if you must go out dancing, don’t stay out too late And remember to keep your nose clean, And don’t forget your 5 a day, don’t forget your 5 a day And you’ll live to fight another day. Now I'm 42, I'm too old to boogaloo What am I gonna' do? I’ve got the walkin’ talkin’ squeakin’ squawkin’, Middle-age rampage, hold the front page news I’ve got the mid-life crisis, gotta quit my vices, I’m the immoral minority, but I got seniority too. I’ve got the talkin’ mid-life seniority blues.
6.
TALKIN' DEMONSTRATION BLUES There’s gonna’ be a demonstration, ‘cos the Emperor’s got new clothes If you’re lax with your taxation the flash mobs will expose And the kids today (they say) are lazy buggers Well that’s the view of the gentlemen of the press The coalition politicians better run for cover ‘cos the kids are mad and suitably unimpressed they say “we will not be defeated, for a fight we just might spoil” The geeks have landed, birds have tweeted “a watched kettle will not boil” And we the bastard sons of Margaret Thatcher, smile wryly as we’ve seen it all before So we’ll stand at the back and shout “Kick over the statues” What are we waiting for, what are we waiting for, what are we waiting for, what are we waiting for, You’ve got to EDUCATE, AGITATE, DEMONSTRATE!!! EDUCATE, AGITATE, DEMONSTRATE!!! EDUCATE, AGITATE, DEMONSTRATE!!! EDUCATE, AGITATE, DEMONSTRATE!!! DEMONSTRATE!!!
7.
WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE TEDDY BOYS Does anyone remember the good old days When dressing like you meant it was all the rage In a land that time’s forgotten, in a world that wasn’t waiting to get paid Handjobs and milkshakes in the arcade Young men unafraid to rain on your parade With pockets full of money and ciggies and a comb and maybe a switchblade Once were delinquents But now their memories begin to fade So close to extinction Never step on shoes made of blue suede Don’t step on my blue suede Tattoos declare in Britain made Smell in the air of grease & pomade And there was fighting in the dancehalls and heavy petting in the front stalls of the matinee The slightest little trigger could start a row Not enough imagination too many furrowed brows As Disc jockeys played the Youth Clubs and bruisers set upon the hardest pubs around Once were delinquents But now slicked back hair reveals a balding crown So close to extinction But I thought that there was one in every town There was one in every town Whatever happened to the teddy boys When times were good and times were heady boys Whatever happened to the teddy boys Life was a riot & you were ready boys Whatever happened to the teddy boys When girls were girls and work was steady boys Whatever happened to the teddy boys Whatever happened to the teddy boys And as we tuck you up in beddy boys You'll be a teddy ‘til you're deady boys
8.
PEACE 'N' LUV 'N' HAIGHT Whilst the Daily Mail paints pictures of evil in our midst The left squabble over the pickings of their greatest hits And me I try to do the right thing but my head is in a spin This modern world can sometimes seem like a tough place for my kids to grow up in So here I sit ‘neath the London skies with a need to contemplate Thinkin’ ‘bout of the lives of others, and my children’s children’s fate So brothers and sisters help me out before it’s all too late Join me in the hippy mantra ‘Peace ‘n’ Luv ‘n’ Haight Peace ‘n’ Luv ‘n’ Haight Peace ‘n’ Luv ‘n’ Haight Peace ‘n’ Luv ‘n’ Haight Peace ‘n’ Luv ‘n’ Haight Peace ‘n’ Luv ‘n’ Hate and War OUTRO – THE GHOST OF RIMBAUD Shadows of buildings stretched out like endless rivers, upon whose riverbanks water gently lapped. Neon lights in the distance hovered silent as if angels were guarding above. The Lone Groover ambled into the distance, his eyes focused firmly on the future. The ghost of Rimbaud shuffled in the shadows.

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Personnel
Guitars, Vox, Harp on track 3 – THE LONE GROOVER
Harp & good vibes – GRAE J WALL
Drums, Percussion and cockney suss – TOM MURROW
Backing vox on track 8 – SCARLETT & CHLOE CAULFIELD (Aged 4)
Intro and outro written and performed by the essential ephemeral Northern punk poet, RANTIN' RICHIE
Recorded and mixed by PHIL ‘DOYLIE’ DOYLE at Diablo Recording Studio, Camden Town
Cover artwork by TIM PEMBERTON
A South London, North of the river production.
All songs (Caulfield)

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"This opening slot was a breeze for this one man army. He articulates and spits bullets in equal measures. Not content with a stationary delivery he weaves and slings his acoustic guitar across the compact stage, The guitar is an animated Tommy gun in this performer’s hands." Neal Wright, Louder than War.

'When he isn't tied to the microphone he struts around the floor like a Weller/Townshend hybrid accompanied, in spirit at least, by his fantasy rock band; and when he is at the microphone, he continues the posturing which has now become his trademark: raising his guitar, Jimmy Page-style, in the air like a rifle, or lowering it like a shovel. Truly inspirational!' - Toby Burton, www.rock-til-you-drop.com

'The Lone Groover was great and a real highlight of the weekend for me. A bloke, his acoustic guitar, three chords and the truth!' - Marv Jolly, Gadgie Fanzine

'The Lone Groover - Acoustic folk punk? Protest music? A love relationship with The Clash? Probably all of the above and more. The Groover played with passion and commitment. Dressed sharply and machine gunned us with his Gibson. Finely tuned craftsmanship and song writing. Tales of social revolution and a love for subculture. Tonight the groover rocked, turned out some sweet vibes and covered ‘Career Opportunities’, what more could anyone want?' - Eagle Spits, Fungalpunk

"Joe Strummer inspired acoustic stuff with some great hooks and crafted lyrics which even a punk poet would be proud of. ‘Talkin' Demo Blues’ and ‘Rebel Without A Metaphor’ ask multi layered questions one has to think about. It’s not all acoustic raging in a Frank Turner kind of way, some of it is sweet and soothing, almost supernal, taking us to a punk rock heaven." Gary Eagling, Fungalpunk.

'A cross between mid 60's Dylan, late 70's Costello and all era Mick Jones', Steve North, Actor and my mate.

"I wanna walk like The Clash and sound like Bob Dylan". Me.

Folk music for city dwellers.

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released February 20, 2016

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The Lone Groover London, UK

Named after the anti-hero of a comic strip that graced the music inkies of the 70s, THE LONE GROOVER is a one man & guitar outfit who channels his love of folk, punk and Americana into classic songs of beauty, protest & passion, agit-folk'n'bop if you will."Let’s be clear, I’m not a solo artist, I’m a one man group, I wanna walk like The Clash & sound like Bob Dylan”. Folk music for City dwellers! ... more

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