{"id":77,"date":"2016-10-05T06:15:00","date_gmt":"2016-10-05T05:15:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/trevteasdellyrics\/2016\/10\/05\/throw-down-my-pack\/"},"modified":"2016-10-05T06:15:00","modified_gmt":"2016-10-05T05:15:00","slug":"throw-down-my-pack","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/trevteasdellyrics\/2016\/10\/05\/throw-down-my-pack\/","title":{"rendered":"Throw Down My Pack"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<b><span style=\"font-family: arial\">THROW DOWN MY PACK<\/span><\/b><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\">\u00a9Trev Teasdel Coventry June 1973&nbsp;<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\">Give me my pack, I\u2019ll be on my way<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\">The lakes of this land are now dry.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\">It\u2019s been a good soldier in its day<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\">But its eyes have no water to cry.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\">The sun looks bright but the land is in shadow<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\">Like madmen we tried to swim a tideless sea.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\">A sky full of planes but nowhere to land them<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\">A head full of ideas that cried to be free.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\">Instrumental Break\u2026<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\">Throw down my pack; I\u2019m bound for to stay<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\">I think we can turn on the tap.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\">Turning the tap is like tugging Excalibur<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\">We need all hands at the tap.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\">The sun looks bright; we\u2019ll invite it to stay<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\">Once we find a place to land our planes.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\">A hand full of ideas; a jug full of water<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\">Reap the fruit of our aims.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\">Where has the love gone; we\u2019re empty and aching<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\">Where has the fun gone; it\u2019s turned into violence.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\">Where are the people with words and no action?<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\"><span>Let\u2019s have the action and less of the words.<\/span><br \/>\n<span><br \/><\/span><br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\">Featured on my album, <i>Songs From the Coventry Underground<\/i>, Gnome Label, 2007<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"clear: both;text-align: center\">\n<a href=\"https:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-DONMXt5RrqQ\/V_uzfHyioEI\/AAAAAAAACoU\/-yZlAkYL2mge3ycEFlBgCj_hB6I2euBsQCEw\/s1600\/trev2s.jpg\" style=\"margin-left: 1em;margin-right: 1em\"><span style=\"font-family: arial\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" height=\"320\" src=\"https:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-DONMXt5RrqQ\/V_uzfHyioEI\/AAAAAAAACoU\/-yZlAkYL2mge3ycEFlBgCj_hB6I2euBsQCEw\/s320\/trev2s.jpg\" width=\"317\" \/><\/span><\/a><\/div>\n<div style=\"clear: both;text-align: center\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"clear: both;text-align: center\"><span style=\"font-family: arial\"><br \/>\n&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"clear: both;text-align: center\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"clear: both;text-align: left\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\">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&#8217;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.&nbsp;<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial\"><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/vimeo.com\/115727232\">Throw Down My Pack &#8211; Trev Teasdel<\/a> from <a href=\"https:\/\/vimeo.com\/user938458\">Trev Teasdel<\/a> on <a href=\"https:\/\/vimeo.com\/\">Vimeo<\/a>.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>THROW DOWN MY PACK \u00a9Trev Teasdel Coventry June 1973&nbsp; Give me my pack, I\u2019ll be on my way The lakes of this land are now dry. 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