Piccadilly Sunday Conversation (Scene Red Street Mod Mix)

This is a special Harri Boy Rogers home mix of Piccadilly Sunday from the Scene Red album Tales From Dolwion featuring extra vocal tracks featuring a dialogue between Harri Rogers and Maggie Nicols.  It tries to recreate a street conversation between two young West End mods in Soho in the early 1960’s.  This is best listened to on headphones…..

 

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Strange Times At Number 3 – A Psychedelic Memory

Just playing with my recording software and this emerged after a couple of hours.  This poem refers to an acid trip in 1971 when I lived at number 3 King William Walk in Greenwich.

STRANGE TIMES AT NUMBER 3

There were strange times at number 3

After Johnny Butt slipped me a tab

I lay there tripping in the dark

I saw trees dancing in the park

Ray stick man waving at donkeys

Bo and bob walk in through the wall

The naval college collapse into dust

The Cutty Sark shoot flames into the sky

 

That day i took that orange wedge

I slipped over the rainbow’s edge

Into the sunshine,

Orange sunshine

California sunshine

Owsley sunshine

All the way from Berkeley

 

Salmon sandwiches glow florescent pink

Took a sip from a kaleidoscopic drink

Tappy busy throwing dustbins at the queen

Audie Murphy got the red badge again

Sweetie Allen hits another ball for six

Count Waldronski leads a line of lunatics

Boris drops mandies in King William Walk

I swear I heard my dog start to talk

 

That day I took that orange wedge

I slipped over the rainbow’s edge

Into the sunshine,

Orange sunshine

California sunshine

Owsley sunshine

All the way from Berkeley

Very strange days at number 3

Copyright: Harry Rogers, 12-04-2012

Don’t Come To Me – A message to Bob Dylan

An online collaboration with an old friend Andrew Howell who used to be in The Red Lights when I was their manager back in the mid 1970’s.  We recently got in touch again and this is the first result.  I wrote this lyric as a response to my feelings of disappointment that Bob Dylan would play gigs in Israel whilst the Palestinians are STILL denied their own freedom to determine their own future in their own country.

DON’T COME TO ME

Don’t come to me

When you’re crawling to your god

Don’t come to me

When you’re writing rotting cod

Don’t come to me

When the princes have all fled

Don’t come to me

When the riders a-rri-ved

Don’t come to me

Now the watchtower has burned down

Don’t come to me

Now there are barbarians in the town

Don’t come to me

As I dodge and duck and dive

Don’t come to me

While I struggle to survive

.

Whilst Edgars imp’s

Still poking in the corner of your mind

Some of us are

Trying to work out how to save mankind

.

Don’t come to me

Whilst thousands lose the will to live

Don’t come to me

After you’ve played in Tel Aviv

Don’t come to me

Whilst the howling wind is roaring

Don’t come to me

Now the re-writes are so boring

Don’t come to me

Whilst Israel’s crucifying

Don’t come to me

Whilst Palestinians are dying

Don’t come to me

Until their freedom flags are flying

Don’t come to me

‘Cause you just might find me crying

.

Copyright: Harry Rogers 31/05/2011