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WEEPING WIDOW
WHEN I DREW A BLANK
WHEN THE LIGHTS WENT OUT POWERCUT
WHERE SHES GONE ILL FOLLOW
WHO TOLD YOU
WICKERWORK
WOULDNt YOU BE LONELY

 

 

 

 

 

 

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WEEPING WIDOW Song lyric 062

Weeping widow, mourning sadly,
Recent bereavement, you’re grieving badly.
Condolences come from many friends –
Crumbs of comfort as gloom descends

Legal advice, laws of probate,
No inheritance, he died intestate.
Sympathetic views from these professions.
Follow the cortege : funeral procession.

Dowager amongst our maiden aunts,
Floral tributes and evergreen plants
Epitaphs written with every wreath.
Was there anything left to bequeath?
Copyright 1973 Arthur J.P. Strand
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WHEN I DREW A BLANK Song lyric 032

I’m entitled to an explanation,
Since I received the information
Providing me with a clue,
Clue, Clue, Clue about you.
When I drew a blank.
Who have I to thank?

All I need is confirmation,
Since we began investigation,
Concerning your secret friend,
Friend, friend, friend without end
When I drew a blank.
Who have I to thank?

I cannot tolerate your attitude.
You never express any gratitude
For all those treasures I’ve provided
Recall lost pleasures since we divided.

Copyright 1965 Arthur J.P. Strand
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WHEN THE LIGHTS WENT OUT ( POWERCUT ) Song lyric 047

My friends held a party on Saturday night.
There were pretty people dancing, left and right.
See an abundance of food and ample wine.
Picture us enjoying life, going just fine.

All the revellers were left in no doubt.
Ooh! Click. When the lights went out.

There were gatecrashers that the host didn’t invite.
But he still welcomed them just to be polite.
I noticed everybody joining in the fun,
Some doing things that shouldn’t be done.

POWERCUT ……………………….POWERCUT
Copyright 1965 Arthur J.P. Strand
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WHERE SHE’S GONE I’LL FOLLOW Song lyric 102

Where she’s gone I’ll follow,
Swooping and gliding like a swallow,
Singing like a lark at dawn,
Bringing her drinks on the lawn,
Where she’s gone I’ll follow.

Where she’s gone I’ll follow,
Feeling so empty and so hollow,
Love is going out of fashion,
Governing my blazing passion.
Where she’s gone I’ll follow

Copyright 1965 Arthur J.P. Strand
Song lyric 102

 

 

 

 

 

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WHO TOLD YOU? Song lyric 017

You asked me if I knew other women
That’s untrue! That’s untrue!
Some of your closest friends have been
Talking to you. Talking to you
I suppose they have warned you that I might go.
Before I consider anything,
I would like to know
Who told you that? Who told you that?
You know it’s not true.

I don’t know where you’ve been to hear
This idle talk. This idle talk.
They will try to split us up
The way hunters stalk. Hunters stalk.
These are the kind of things that
I take to heart. I take to heart.
Spoil-sports and troublemakers
Know that I’m smart.

Things that people say to you!
Gossip cannot be described as true
Rumours make me feel a fool
Just keep quiet. Just keep cool.
Copyright 1965 Arthur J.P. Strand
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WICKERWORK Song lyric 162

Malfeasances of individuals need not give us cause for concern.
Top highlights of achievements span a life-time with yet much more to learn.
Those accomplished at a skill with a steady flow of trade,
Confident in their social settings, need not be afraid.
The next generation inherits the customs of the handicraft,
Keeping the tradition alive, preserving ancient ways as they graft.
Character-building , maybe, in society in their community,
Spirits are waning but wickerwork and such gained some immunity.

Archaic artefacts for ornament or use on high days and holidays,
Are created by devotees following centuries of production in ancient ways,
Hounded to the fringe of civilisaton by the march of progress,
Artisans like these scrape a living from natural resources.
Social attitudes of the bourgeoisie belong in higher places.
Plastic people with shallow values play credit cards for aces.
They repel the humble and meek from their mundane urbanity.
No wonder th custodians of the peace can’t contain insanity.

A variety of baskets, an array of chairs,
A myriad of trays and things all in matching pairs,
View your wickerwork. It’s real, unlike the urban myth.
Hail weaver, potter, carver, turner, gold and silversmith.

Prevarications and bureaucratic blunders, bills that go unpaid.
Mendacious fabrications and treachery, form their stock in trade..
Cushy jobs and cosy homes, keeping up appearances all get instilled.
More satisfaction fro master craftsmen, whose life truly is fulfilled.
The crux of the matter arises when comparing quality of life..
Overall, who is happier, the second lieutenant of society and his wife
Or our working-class hero, his wickerwork, hand-made and sold,
Unpretentious, down to earth, worth more than his weight in gold.

Copyright 2003 Arthur J.P. Strand
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WOULDN’T YOU BE LONELY? Song lyric 010

Someday in the future I will have to say,
I’ll have been forced to go away
But if you think that you’ like to come
You’d have to know that I’d be the one.

I’d have to be the right guy for you,
With time on your hands and nothing else to do.
You wouldn’t like to be left here in misery.
If you didn’t want to come, wouldn’t you be lonely?

You like someone to be with you all the time
So own up and say you want to be mine.
If you come with me, I can keep you company
But if I left you here, wouldn’t you be lonely?

On that day ………………
I will say ……………….
I’ve been forced to go away
With time on your hands and no-one else to see,
If you didn’t want to come, wouldn’t you get lonely?

Copyright 1965 Arthur J.P. Strand

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©Copyright 2007 Arthur J.P. Strand