A Loving Candle

A LOVING CANDLE
©Trev Teasdel June 1999 Gt. Ayton

At 17
We thought we’d change the world.
It’s sad to watch
The tapestry unfurl.
It’s a crazy game
With all its ‘sound and fury’.
Don’t give up
We’ll still can change this story.

Times have to change
They change so slowly
Hold close your dreams
They roly-poly.
Times have to change
It’s almost holy.
Hold close your dreams
They roly-poly

It’s possible,
Though the odds seem stacked against.
For us to change
Listen to that extra sense.
Look deeper now
There’s something in your soul.
A loving candle
That can lead us to our goal.
(BRIDGE)

Don’t give up,
There’s a dream beneath the dross.
It’s up to you
There’s a bridge we all can cross.
Don’t believe
That nothing will ever give.
In your hearts,
That’s where the answer lives. 

Political Asylum

POLITICAL ASYLUM
©Trev Teasdel January 1981 Middlesbrough

I woke up early to a thud on the door
Two burly men with a smile on jaw
What do you want?
We want you,
Your stay in this country is through through through
We’re the deportation squad. the deportation squad.”

I can’t go back to my country of origin
Chances of survival are not even thin
They’ll do me in,
In, in, in
Must be something you can do do do
We’re the deportation squad, the deportation squad.”

Bridge
Help me – help me – I need asylum
Help me – help me – Political Asylum

Your permit ran out a month ago
To you the country’s door we must show
Nothing we can do
Even if we wanted to
Your stay in this country is through, through through
We’re the deportation squad, the deportation squad

Now you better come with us
Save some energy, cut out the fuss
We love blacks
In our cells
Cos we can give them hell hell hell
We’re the deportation squad, the deportation squad.”

Bridge……

My friendship with the dictator’s nil
My politics they make him ill
You must’ve heard
He only knows one word
And that word is “kill kill kill
We’re the execution squad, the execution squad.”


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I worked with an African guy from Malawi. He was the nicest, most trustworthy and intelligent guy at the firm.he was over int he UK to do a degree in Electrical technology. When it came time to return,he applied for Political Asylum as his parents had be arrested and tortured by the dictator for being part of the Malawi Labour Party. Naturally he was afraid to return and suffer the same fate. the decision was delayed.One day the police arrived at his home and arrested him.He spent a year in jail with racist bullies who gave him such a bad time. I had left Coventry by then and on my return met him in The wedge Cafe.he was a shadow of himself, Looking down at his feet, no confidence.They had released him and granted him political Asylum but only after he had been imprisioned and beaten up. Exactly the reason he didn’t want to return to his own country.He told me his story and I was mad angry and wrote this song for him.







Political Asylum Trev Teasdel from Trev Teasdel on Vimeo.


I’m a Capitalist

I’M A CAPITALIST
©Trev Teasdel, Coventry 1974

People ask me what I am
They think I’m gentle as a lamb
but I’m a capitalist.

I’m a ruthless rip-off artist
Sly and slick as a dart is
I’m a capitalist.

Oh as sure as bees make honey
I make money
I’m a capitalist

I’ve got a calculated brain
Money’s the name of the game
I’m a capitalist.

They say I won’t go to heaven
I’ll end up in hell
But I’ve got the money
If you got some heaven to sell.
I’m a capitalist.

I don’t go much on soul
I’m all gain gain gain
I’m a capitalist

I’m a meat-eating, money-making maniac
A mean go-getting money-chondriac
I’m a capitalist.

I’m not a hairy-fairy hippy
I’m the son of tricky dicky
I’m a capitalist.

I think it’s right to say
I’m for love and for peace
I love lots of money and polish every piece
I’m a capitalist.





Oh accumulating money
I’m for money-honey
I’m a capitalist.

Tinfoil Magicians

TINFOIL MAGICIANS
©Trev Teasdel, 2010 Great Ayton.

Tinfoil magicians
with spooky cognition,
Making decisions
with the chief apparition.

Move through partitions
Tinfoil Magicians
Conjure techno-visions
– Control-Television.

Chorus
It’s loud dirty Jazz
Sexual
and a Razza Ma Tazz.
It’s loud dirty Jazz
Saxaphone and Glass
Loud dirty Jazz.
Loud dirty Jazz
LOUD…
dirty Jazz..

Bridge
It’s spacious and gracious
with trees like arcasia
Spacious and gracious

Spacious and gracious



Chorus
It’s loud dirty Jazz
Sexual
and a Razza Ma Tazz
It’s loud dirty Jazz
Saxaphone and Glass
Loud dirty Jazz.
Loud dirty Jazz
LOUD…
dirty Jazz..

Tinfoil Magicians
on the road to perdition.
A serious attrition
of souls with a mission.
Tinfoil Magicians
Tinfoil Magicians
Tinfoil Magicians
On the road to perdition.



Chorus – Loud dirty Jazz…


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Written for Kevin Harrison formerly of Urge – an early 80’s Coventry who later produced various dub tracks with Two Tone Neol Davis and Horace Panter. I he wanted some words for some of his productions and this is one of two. I don’t think they got used but there they are. This appeared in one of my chapbooks Tinfoil Magicians with poet Ann Wainwright in 2010 both as a poem and the title.

Hailing a Taxi

HAILING A TAXI
©Trev Teasdel Great Ayton, 2010

Chorus
Hailing a Taxi – Riot Rock n’ Roll
Hailing a Taxi – Riot Rock n’ Roll
Cafe Canal – Theatre Royal
Hailing a taxi – Riot Rock n Roll

Secret garden, Planet Spa,
Dead sea scrolls
in a downtown bar.

Kiss and go, catch his eyes
Dare devil lips
with watermelon sighs.

Chorus – Hailing a taxi…

Cultural rebellion / cultural rebellion

Settledown cafe, no free lunch.
French fry salad
with your credit crunch.

Hailing a taxi – riot rock n roll


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Second piece i sent to Kevin Harrison along with Tinfoil Magicians in 2010. It alsoappeared in my chapbook with Ann Wainwright – Tinfoil Magicians in 2010.

Telephone

TELEPHONE
©Trev Teasdel Middlesbrough 1985

Telephone – Is she home?
Is she waiting for a call?
Should I ring, would it bring
Me down and make me small?

Chorus
TELEPHONE TELEPHONE
Is her heart made out of stone?
TELEPHONE TELEPHONE
Call her on the TELEPHONE.

Telephone, her at home,
Is she lonely just like me?
Would a call, say it all
Or would she just get mad?

TELEPHONE TELEPHONE
Should I call her on the phone?

TELEPHONE TELEPHONE
Call her on the TELEPHONE.

Now everyday I stay away,
I can never tell.
If she wants me, to call again
And work my magic spell.

Telephone her at home
But it’s not her on the line.
He says ‘Hey Jack. Call her back
Cos tonight this girl is mine

TELEPHONE TELEPHONE
Wish I hadn’t telephoned!
TELEPHONE TELEPHONE
Now I’m feeling so alone.
TELEPHONE TELEPHONE.

The Ups and Downs in the Life of Mr Toil and Strife

THE UPS AND DOWNS IN THE LIFE OF Mr TOIL AND STRIFE
©Trev Teasdel March 1968 Coventry.

He’s sitting on his posterior
Feeling that he’s inferior
With a sudden burst of hysteria
He acts upon an impulse.

Chorus
One day he’s up and around
Next day you’ll find that he’s fallen down
He cannot keep his feet on the ground
The Ups and Downs in the life of Mr Toil and Strife.
The Ups and Downs in the life of Mr Toil and Strife.

He’s sitting on the railings
Contemplating his failings
Unable to reach compromises
With the problems that he so despises.

Chorus

To him his virtues are inconspicuous
He feels he is ridiculous
The grass is greener over yonder
Of  that he loves to ponder.

On occasions his gusto tends to ascend
But on many things that does depend
Company and success
Inspire him more than words can express.

The figures of authority
Are the root of his inferiority
His hurt he tries to hide
As they tread upon his pride

And endless life of labour
An unsociable next door neighbour
A life of  little variety
A life that’s full of anxiety.

Trev Teasdel –March 1968 – Coventry.


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In 1968 I met guitar player Nigel Clarke, my first contact with the Coventry music scene. We met at Coventry technical College and were both apprentice Electricians. I was writing lyrics and he had a Simon and Garfunkel style acoustic duo gigging around at the time. Nigel was very interested in psychology at the time and urged me to read books and magazine on it with a view to influencing some song lyrics. I bought one magazine with interesting stories that gave ideas for songs. Case studies about the stresses and strains of life. I wrote two from those kind of articles that resonated with Nigel. This one and Mrs Stress and Strain. Although I never heard it ,Nigel and his mate liked this one and set it to music and performed it at their gigs at places like St Osburgs in Coventry. later it was New Society that provided stimulus for songs.

Twentieth Century Inertia

20th CENTURY INERTIA 
© Trev Teasdel Coventry May / June 1975

In Romania the divorce rate dropped.
Nijinsky only lived when he danced.
Marriage still in vogue with the young.
Boxing tonight – Freud vs Jung.

If you don’t push then you’ll get shoved.
Having fun in the tunnel of love.
One is one’s own enemy and friend.
Van Gough cried “Misery will never end

Bridge 1
Today someone started another new trend
Cos some of the old ones, they came to an end.
Mankind your slaves are rising against you now.
You treat your women like skivvies
and your workers like slaves.
Now your colonies
won’t bless your myths with Kow Tow.

Everything you see could be a clue,
To some unsolved mystery.
Newsmen in Trinidad said they’d hung Malcolm X.
Have the prophets really had a glimpse of the text?

Abandoned baby found in a litter bin.
In the backstreets someone threatened to do me in.
Football team didn’t win, goal disallowed.
But then we’re all part of that football crowd!
The censors gave life a certificate X.
Supermarkets sell their beans with sex.
The sheer violence that assaults your head.
Whatever would have Chaucer’s pilgrims have said.

Bridge 2
Can u imagine Shakespeare’s three weird sisters
Shopping for Tampax in Marks and Blisters.
Ruthless Macbeth and an American Senator.
Bow down to the latest Charismatic Kings


Tourists tell us that ‘England Swings’
Can’t afford to oil the pendulum swings.
She mixes cold intellectuality
with red-hot sexuality.


You should have seen her body move
Still made sure her mind improved.
Pondering Weber’s theories of Bureaucracy
Wondering what life would have been like 
under the Chinese Literati.
Don’t mind me I’m just expounding ideas
that caused some 20th Century tears.





A 2nd cut up, David Bowie style, using my Sociology college and books and magazines. s

20th Century Inertia by Trev Teasdel
Same song on Soundclick 

Reggae Reggae

REGGAE REGGAE

Lyrics ©Trev Teasdel Music Ian Digby, Steve Gillgallon , Trev Teasdel Middlesbrough 1983 / 84

Chorus
Reggae Reggae – Woa Oh
Don’t you know I love you so
Reggae Reggae – Woa Oh
Don’t you know I need you so

When lovers get you down
And no mask can hide your frown
It’s no use, stay loose
Don’t put your head into a noose.

Chorus
Reggae Reggae – Woa Oh
Don’t you know I love you so
Reggae Reggae – Woa Oh
Don’t you know I need you so

When life has got at you
And your heart is blue blue blue
Get up, get out
Dance around and sing and shout.

Chorus
Reggae Reggae – Woa Oh
Don’t you know I love you so
Reggae Reggae – Woa Oh
Don’t you know I need you so

Instrumental Bridge….

Come on, I mean you,
Take a chance and learn to dance.
Come on I mean now
Take a chance and dance and dance.

Chorus
Reggae Reggae – Woa Oh
Don’t you know I love you so
Reggae Reggae – Woa Oh
Don’t you know I need you so


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This started as a jam at Lunedale Avenue in Middlesbrough with Steve Gillgallon on bass and Ian Digby on keyboards. Ian shouted Reggae Reggae and then launched into a reggae riff on keyboards and I made up some lyrics to go with it on the hoof. Just a fun and warm up number.



Reggae Reggae – Trev and The Holy Grail 1984 from Trev Teasdel on Vimeo.

So Blue

SO BLUE
©Trev Teasdel  Stockton Feb 1985


So blue, I don’t know what to do
So blue, I guess it’s nothing new
I’m selfish and I’m mean
And I’ve caused some kind of scene
I’m blue, so blue, so blue.


So blue, I’m insecure and sad
So blue, I’ve made somebody mad
I’m tacless and I’m green
And I say things I don’t mean
I’m blue I’m blue so blue.


Bridge
If you could only see
Through to the soul of me
I’m sure you’d sympathise
If you saw all the hurt inside.
I don’t mean to be a pain
And make excuses that sound lame
But I was cold and lonely and oh so blue.
I’m sorry that I had to take it out on you.


So blue, and all I wanna do
So blue, is make it up to you
It’s not easy to admit you’re wrong
And say you’re sorry in a song
I’m blue, so very very blue
I’m blue, let me make it up to you.
So blue, there’s no one quite like you.