Hi, sorry I'm late on stage but for some reason I thought it next week and had to hurry to get here.
And I tell you its not easy, I've never done anything like this before, playing guitar, singing-ish and recording. Amongst other things I kept on forgetting the words. Big respect for singer-songwriters and buskers!
So here's the least worst takes for your enjoyment/endurance, shot on a secret location…
Neil
http://youtu.be/4lZVJS0Nyoc A bit of the other - written in 1978
Do you know what I mean, you’re making it seem like a bit of the other
If you know what I mean, it’s a little bit obscene like a bit under cover
Of darkness, so down come the night, someone sick again so turn on the lights
Oi, Oi Oi
Well you think you’re OK, take the piss all the day. You’re a bit of a mother
Daddy’s clothes are so smart, you’re a bit of a fart. Oops, there goes another
Jack the lad, we’re stick in the Standard all night. Pissed as newts again its a sorry old sight
And we all like Ian Dury. And we all like Ian Dury. And we all like, a bit of the other
Kevin and Doris drive in a Morris, while Chris has a jolly good crap ( and tells us all about it an’ all )
Oh we’re ever so bitchy,while Chris he gets itchy. ‘So scratch it’, he does in full view
Of the girls who cry “ it ain’t all there’. They laugh, they sigh but it’s all in despair
And we all like Ian Dury. And we all like Ian Dury. And we all like, a bit of the other
Julian Cope - written c 1995
Julian Cope is alive and kicking.
He ain't dead, he's just been missing
Julian Cope is a very sound bloke. Indeed
Julian Cope is alive a kicking
He says he’s OK, but he’s probably been trip pin’
Sighted walking way out west
Swinging pants and wearing a luminous vest
Earth-mother loving son. I hope you like this song
Julian Cope. Julian Cope. Julian Cope. Is a very splendid fellow
Julian, Dorian, Albany and Avalon
Avebury, Silbury, Neolithic vagabond
He’s been heard singing way out west
But now he’s back doing the things he does the best
Earth-mother loving son. I hope you like this song
Julian Cope. Julian Cope. Julian Cope. Is a very splendid fellow
Hindsight - written in August this year on the way back after a session with Montydog in Devon.
Looking back’s no good for me I haven’t got the time
From where I’m at, and what I can see I think I’m doing fine
But I wish I hadn’t met that girl, I fell and she did too
Into no good company, took my name, my house and flew
My Daddy’s sitting in his chair, watching things unfold
I said sometimes life just ain’t fair, how come I wasn’t told?
I wish I hadn’t got that loan, coz I cant pay the rent
And that I hadn’t spent all the cash and the bank would just relent
Always looking forward, driven by the flow
Way too busy doing stuff, l can’t take it slow
Making sense in the present tense but now I’ve got to go
Hindsight maybe a wonderful thing but I guess I’ll never know
You have to live, to find out what it takes
Wise men learn from others, fools from their mistakes
Yes I’m driving straight ahead, down this bumpy track
And if hindsight’s such a smart guy how come he’s at the back?
Always looking forward, pulled on by the tow
Way too busy doing stuff, l can’t take it slow
Making sense in the present tense but I’ve got to go
They say that hindsight is such a wonderful thing but I guess I’ll never know
I guess I’ll never know
All c2013 N Connor
