Like a Hairpin Bend

LIKE A HAIRPIN BEND
©Trev Teasdel May 1970 Coventry

Sometimes the road’s so dark and lonely,
Shaded by the overhanging trees.
Sometimes the roads so long and winding
Guided by a violent breeze.
And sometimes my road’s lined with forests
And confusion breathes.
Sometimes the fords are deeper than my motor car.


Bridge
But when I get to thinking
That my seas are raging torrents
The wind it seems to change direction
And blow the other way.
Like a hairpin bend.
Like a hairpin bend
And things start happening
As directions change
Like a hairpin bend
Like a hairpin bend.

Sometimes the paths I wander bear no fruits of life
Sometimes the patterns I encounter 
Are painted by the brush of strife.
And sometimes my mind is lined with sadness
And reason squirms beneath
And sometimes the cauldrons seem more real
Than just figments of my mind.


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Wrote this during a union meeting at GEC Stoke works in Coventry. Pete Waterman was my shop steward, odd as it may seem to people outside Coventry and announced that we would be laid off during the summer of 1970 owing to a strike in another department. That suited me, I worked at the Coventry Arts Umbrella Club during that summer, letting in the bands to practice and officiating. During Pete’s meeting I wrote this lyric as he was talking! The Long and Winding Road was being played on a radio nearby and Neil Young. They probably hand an influence on the song.


This is a writing demo done in the 70’s on a cassette so sound quality is a bit rough but gives an idea of the music.



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