THROW DOWN MY PACK
©Trev Teasdel Coventry June 1973
Give me my pack, I’ll be on my way
The lakes of this land are now dry.
It’s been a good soldier in its day
But its eyes have no water to cry.
The sun looks bright but the land is in shadow
Like madmen we tried to swim a tideless sea.
A sky full of planes but nowhere to land them
A head full of ideas that cried to be free.
Instrumental Break…
Throw down my pack; I’m bound for to stay
I think we can turn on the tap.
Turning the tap is like tugging Excalibur
We need all hands at the tap.
The sun looks bright; we’ll invite it to stay
Once we find a place to land our planes.
A hand full of ideas; a jug full of water
Reap the fruit of our aims.
Where has the love gone; we’re empty and aching
Where has the fun gone; it’s turned into violence.
Where are the people with words and no action?
Let’s have the action and less of the words.
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Featured on my album, Songs From the Coventry Underground, Gnome Label, 2007
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In June 1973, John Bargent and I launched Hobo, Coventry Music and Arts magazine. After the first issue, John left to roadie with a jazz rock outfit Khayyam on their European tour and residency at Ronnie Scotts. John more or less financed Hobo so I was left in the lurch and the first verses came about after realising I wouldn’t be able to continue it. Not long after I met Babs, who I was seeing for a while and she got the second edition printed at her place of work, albeit duplicated. It save the the day the final verses appeared. The lyrics are ones I sing when things go wrong and I want to remind myself that things can be turned around.
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