This song was written by chap called Mark Baptist from Lewisham, London.
He made a lasting impression on me as a songwriter and guitarist.
I wen to see his band at a gig near me and was stunned by the skill of his songwriting, I asked him after the gig if he needed a guitarist, he declined my offer, but maybe a year later he invited me to play in that band as a bass player, what a privilege, couldn't beleive my good fortune...
He wrote this song in the early 80's and to me it conjuers up so many vivid images, it's still one of my favourite songs by anyone, famous or not.
This is my arrangement, simple as in the title of the song, no flashy production, no fixing mistakes, no making good the blemishes, just me, my fretless, my guitar and my voice, which is a shed load more than the poor bloke in the song has in his life.
Hope you like it too, let me know.
Lyrics
I've got a job that doesn't pay
It's a crime the hours that I'm away
If I was bright, I'd fight
If I was smart, there'd be bands in my heart
I'm glad I have my simple mind
I'm glad I have my simple mind
I'm glad I have my simple mind
A dull cargo in a council bus,
Awkward hands that couldn't hurt a fly
Your mind's so clean your mean
If your so smart, what's wrong with your heart?
Feel no pain
Don't know why I'm laughing
Inspected
Injected
Rejected
I'm protected
Inspected
Injected
Rejected
I'm protected
I'm glad I have my simple mind
I'm glad I have my simple mind
I'm glad I have my simple mind
Don't realise I have no chance
So polite I smile and ask to dance with me.
If your so bright, you'll dance
If your so smart, what's wrong with your heart
I'm glad I have my simple mind
I'm glad I have my simple mind
I'm glad I have my simple mind