Clipped Wings

The weather has turned a little colder here in Stoke-on-Trent, it’s raining outside and I’ve been practicing a new picking technique from a book I picked up in a charity shop a few weeks ago.

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Everyone else in the Folk world seems to have a variety of picking methods available to them. I’ve watched the likes of Martyn Joseph and Chris Wood effortlessly using a whole range of different methods. This book looks like a great introduction to this new world.

The one I have been practicing is the ‘thumb pluck variation in 4/4’ which goes like this:

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I’m sure I will get the hang of it very soon, at the moment concentrating on playing the right chords, singing the right words and using the new picking style is quite tricky, especially on this song ‘Clipped Wings’ as I’m still finalising the words on it and haven’t learnt it all yet:

 

 


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Something’s Changing

Verse: Am C Em
Chorus: G D C G

I walk the covered walkways in my mind
Everything I see reminds me of the time
We were never going anywhere real fast
Held down by the memories of our pasts

But something’s changing, I know it is
We waited all our days for this

Dancing on street corners through the night
Holding on tightly ’til morning light
We were never going anywhere fast
Counting down the seconds ’til the last

But something’s changing, I know it is
We waited all our lives for this

Train pulls slowly out of town
Missing you now you’re not around
We were never going anywhere fast
This lifetime slipping through my grasp

But something’s changing, I know it is
We waited all our lives for this

Walking the old streets again
Turning a corner and then
We were never going anywhere real fast
Held down by the memories of my past

But something’s changing, I know it is
We waited all our days for this
Something’s changing, I know it is
We waited all our lives for this

 

 


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Chamberlain Road – Stoke-on-Trent

An updated version of my music video ‘Chamberlain Road’, with some video scenes from around Stoke-on-Trent:

 

Chamberlain Road

D                                             A
The incinerator’s burning late tonight
Hanging a cloud over all that I’ve known
The voices are calling out united
As they’re singing they’re victory home
D     C      Em
And I’m running down Chamberlain Road
D   C                Em
I’m running down Chamberlain Road

Walk with the old man to the Commercial
Sunday afternoon and a drink with the boys
They all wonder now if it was worth it
All those years of blood, sweat and toil
And I’m running down Chamberlain Road
I’m running down Chamberlain Road

We stood and watched in mourning
As they tore the old stadium down
No more Saturdays in the Victoria
When you’re queuing for the bus out of town
And I’m running down Chamberlain Road
I’m running down Chamberlain Road

The doors of the the Spode are all boarded
The factory’s a museum of what it used to be
They took all our coal and they burnt it
What did they leave for you and me?
And I’m running down Chamberlain Road
I’m running, I’m running down Chamberlain Road

 

Ghosts Of The Night

I was looking through some folk tunes the other day for some ideas for a chord progression that I might use for a new song. I was feeling a little stale with my usual combinations and thought this might be a great way to springboard an upbeat song rather than my usual doom-laden minor chord accomplishments. I came across ‘The Hesleyside’, a tune I hadn’t heard before, which had an interesting chord progression in it’s A part:

GG GG CG AmD
GG GG CG DG

The Am to D change in the 4th bar and the D to G change in the 8th bar had me hooked and I played around with the chords for a week or so without thinking too much about words or melody. I sat down a couple of days ago and words started to bubble up for me for these changes and a melody and a nice little structure too:

Ghosts Of The Night

G G G G
C G Am D
G G G G
C G D G

As I was out walking the
Moors late one night
I spied a black stallion in
The bright moon light

And there beside him stood a
Grey dapp-led mare
And then I decided to ride them
To Ban-bury fair

But I’m no fine lady with
Rings on my toes
For that wild stallion fair
Blood-ied my nose

So just the mare for
My ride ho-me
But she kicked up her heels and
Left me all a-lone

Instrumental Break

I wandered those moors until
Ear-ly day light
Saw no more of those two
Ghosts of the night

C G Am D
Ghosts of the night

C G D G
Ghosts of the night

PDF copy of the chords & lyrics here: Ghosts Of The Night