Perhaps Love will Fly…

Posted on 5 October 2016 by trevor

PERHAPS LOVE WILL FLY THROUGH YOUR WINDOW
IF YOU LEAVE BREADCRUMBS ON THE WINDOWSILL
AND CARRY ON CLEANING THE FLOOR CLAUDINE.
©Trev Teasdel Coventry January 1971

Perhaps love will fly through your window
if you leave breadcrumbs on your window sill
and carry on cleaning the floor Claudine.

Don’t you worry
Don’t you worry
Don’t you worry
little girl..

The bird of love
will nest in you
The bird of love
will nest in you
Just you see
and lay the eggs
of happiness
You will see
Just you see.

Perhaps love will fly through your window
if you leave breadcrumbs on your window sill
and carry on cleaning the floor Claudine.

You are lonely
You are lonely
You are lonely
The storm is high
You want to die
But don’t you worry
Don’t you worry
The sun is on it’s way.
The sun is on its way.

You feel washed up upon the shore
Discarded seaweed and nothing more
A new tide may bring you in a lover.

Lonely seabird will pick you up
Take you to the sunset’s breast
Where the sun paints flowered skies
For sunbirds like you to fly in.

So save your tears, they stay not long
The sun shall evaporate them

Love is on it’s way, love is on its way
Though it’s delayed, it’s coming fast
It’s heard you’ve prayed
love is on its way.

I Am Unique

Posted on 5 October 2016 by trevor

I AM UNIQUE

©Trev Teasdel Coventry July 68

They tell us what to do

They tell us who to be

They chose a job for us

and we follow just like sheep.

Chorus

Gotta get out of my uniform

It’s time that I created a storm.

Gonna use my talents to the hilt

The foundations have got to be built

I am unique, I am Unique I am unique.

They thrust a gun in our hand

They put us in the local band

We learn our father’s trade

From these things I must evade.

BRIDGE

Our minds are efficient

but enthusiasm is deficient

Our worries are obtuse

For them there is no use.

Mrs Jones’s husband’s left to roam

and their only son has gone into a home

Destitution has set in

relying on her next of kin.

Such is a common state

I’ve got this need to create.

A Rolling stone never gathers any moss

Don’t be sticky like a candy floss.

Oh for versatility, if you’ve got the ability.

Then get things on the move

It’s a real groove.

….
Probably influenced by the Who in style but expressing my need to get out of the job that I was in and find something better – myself!

By a Cool Stream

Posted on 5 October 2016 by trevor

BY A COOL STREAM

©Trev Teasdel Coventry, October 68

By a cool stream

I found my love.

To an oak tree

I took my love.

Beside the beach

we heard the ocean screech.

And our hearts couldn’t reach

with the strain on the plain.

“Get out the way”

I heard a whale say.

And I was floored in the sand

The ocean roared and I held the hand

of a very strange fairy

who took me to that old oak tree

where we remained in perfect harmony.

She gave herself to me,

we’ve now an elf you see.

And by a cool stream

I found my first dream

But underneath all the cream

lay the milk, destined to wilt.

But a new dream was quickly built

And I’m so happy to be a pappy

to a heaven I took my love

and we flew there with Noah’s dove.

If Coffee Bars Were Like they Were in Greenwich Village

Posted on 5 October 2016 by trevor

IF COFFEE BARS WERE LIKE THEY WERE IN GREENWICH VILLAGE
©Trev Teasdel Coventry c 1972 / 73

I spend my time in coffee bars
Cos that’s where all my friends go to.
It’s somewhere warm where you can get –
a cup of coffee and a view
of waitresses draws, if you’re not too poor!

(Chorus)
Wouldn’t it be nice if coffee bars
were like they were in Greenwich Village,
with folk guitars and a cool, cool atmosphere,
‘stead of Breadhead; shit; plastic fooded Wimpy bars!.

I spend my time in public bars
cos that’s where all my friends go to.
The Golden Cross and the Dive Bar,
Not to mention all the rest
They’re not cool cos they’re all
Breadhead, big scowls, cop-prowls, shit beer, booze Brothels!

I spend my time in discotheques,
in crowded little beer bar rooms,
or in the poly tech, where you can hear the sweet sweet sounds of
Led a Zeppalin; Blackfoot Sue; Hi Ella Guru!;
‘Slam it to mee‘ Slade and all the other groovy things
the DJ’s like to play.

Wouldn’t it be nice if we had some nice places to go,
to call our own,
where money was only a means to an end
and not given to the millionaires to spend.
Where we could have a groovy time
and do the things we’d really love to do.

(An optional verse was, (depending on how pissed the singer was!!)
I spend my time in public loos
Cos that’s where one just has to goo!
Sitting in a cubical
when one has one’s bellyfull
of shit like this!

…..

A kind of humourous performance number I did in some folkclubs not long before we created Hobo – Coventry Music and Arts Magazine and Workshop.

Negative Print

Posted on 5 October 2016 by trevor

NEGATIVE PRINT

©Trev Teasdel March 1981 Coventry

Living in the negative print

Colours are back to front

Colours are white and black

There’s no colour at all

Living in the negative print.

Living in the negative world

The film is undeveloped

The colours have not shone through

There’s so much to do

To develop the negative world.

Living in a sepia tone

Of blue or brown

All dullness and frown

Much to do

Living in a sepia tone.

Night Angel

Posted on 5 October 2016 by trevor

NIGHT ANGEL

©Trev Teasdel Coventry October 1969

As I sauntered through

The bedrooms of the Knight

I had an odd sensation

As if I was being followed

A sense of naked glory

Gripped me fearlessly

I became all freaky

My sweat it hid in shame

As I gazed helplessly upon

The naked night angel.

She led me to her heaven

Through curtains soft n sexy

Her transparent truths

Were shaking like a tail

As I issued forth

Through the serpents of temptation

To endlessly indulge in our

Intimate transfiguration.

The night I spent my sixpence

With the naked night angel.

Nothing to Add

Posted on 5 October 2016 by trevor

NOTHING TO ADD

©Trev Teasdel Coventry March 1975

The murder squad are on the hunt again

Time to look up to the man who cleans the drain

Mystics learn how to conquer pain

My thoughts are restricted by my brain.

A question mark dangles from the chain of a crane.

Chorus

But I’ve got Nothing to Add

Does life really have to be that bad?

I’ve got Nothing to add

Does life really have to be that bad?

If you’ve got kids then you can’t go out

My teapot’s got an upside down spout

Even the wise are plagued with doubt

People read books to see what life’s about.

Some only live when they twist and shout.

Today a million lovers tears will be shed

Saturday will see so many get wed

The funny things that people do in a bed

While half the world is under fed.

I feed my mind, become well read.

Everywhere you look’s there’s a tug O war

Susie says Jamie’s such a bore

Today I pulled the handle off my door

As rich men do survey’s on the poor.

All our actions we feel must be justified

Superior decisions that must override

A mother in the street tanned a child’s hide

Hey life! Who are your official guides?

Every film has a car that explodes with fire

Each town’s linked with telegraph wire

Days roll by like a wayward tyre

Projecting images / reaching spiritually higher

We’re both the seller and the buyer.

……
Partially a cut up of my sociology college notes and a few magazines after reading about David Bowie’s techniques.

Nothing to Add by Trev Teasdel

Let Flesh Touch Flesh

Posted on 5 October 2016 by trevor

LET FLESH TOUCH FLESH

We’re just friends, that’s where it ends

She’s not my girl friend, she’s not my lover

But we love each other.

Chorus

Let flesh touch flesh

Let hands touch hands

Let lips caress

We’re soul in soul

The pangs of everyday

Situations just wash away

On the tides of time

Our love will always rhyme

And we love each other.

Our lovers may come and go

But our special love

Is on an endless flow

Time will say it’s so

And we love each other.

….
Wrote this about a special platonic friendship that was fun in the 70’s.

Port of Love

Posted on 5 October 2016 by trevor

PORT OF LOVE

Calling that little lost ship
anchored off the River Me,
Wave tossed and unsure
in the sea’s vast void.
Signal
and I will send my pilot cutter
to guide you in
through the rocks of uncertainty.

In my harbours
you’ll find shelter from
the sea’s whip-roaring waves

and a mooring
in the deep cut channels of
my river soul.

And to the sailors
of your wide-eyed senses
I grant
the freedom of the city
of my loving careingness
looking to all your needs
through the eye-glass of intuition.

You may stay forever
or leave when you choose.
Calling that little lost ship
coming closer to the lips of the river me.

I am the port of love

and I call to you to come in on the next tide.

……………….

This appeared as a poem in my 2nd poetry Chapbook Poet Reprobate in 1985 and became the lyrics of an unfinished keyboard track here

The Port of Love from Trev Teasdel on Vimeo.

I’ll Go With You Anywhere

Posted on 5 October 2016 by trevor

I’LL GO WITH YOU ANYWHERE

Your eyes an emerald lawn

On a sun-kissed dawn.

You spring just like a fawn

With hair of golden corn.

Chorus

I don’t know if you’re free

To fall in love with me

All I know is I care

I’ll go with you anywhere.

Your looks are mathematic

With advanced genetics

Your soul is poetic.

Compelling, magnetic.

(Chorus)

You can interview me

To be your new appointee.

All my love to enjoy,

In your sweet employ.

(Chorus)

You can tell me ‘No’

Make silent tears flow.

But if you really care,

Kiss me on my hair.

(Chorus)

Cos the tongue is shy

The words ‘I love you’ fly

When you’re unsure

My love is at your door.

I’ll Go With You Anywhere by Trev Teasdel