TIPPY TOE TO THE BOOGIE

 

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I wrote the words to this song in the USA this summer after I attended a festival there.  I got together with members of the Unbroken Ponies, Andrew Howell, Steve Young and Robert Goldsmith, in Andy’s Gaff studio in Frome on Saturday and we wrote and recorded this Pop song.

 

TIPPY TOE TO THE BOOGIE

Tippy Toe Tippy Toe

On down the road

Tippy Toe Tippy Toe

Way down the road

Tippy Toe to the Boogie

All the way to the Boogie

 

Where the roosters strut that old loving stuff

And the pandas eat magic bamboo shoots

Where sacramental love flows true and strong

Whilst beautiful music plays all night long

 

Tippy Toe Tippy Toe

On down the road

Tippy Toe Tippy Toe

Way down the road

Tippy Toe to the Boogie

All the way to the Boogie

 

That place where you can leave the world behind

Where people spend their whole time being kind

Where dancers prance in Sun and moon shadows

And wondrous camps spring up from the meadows

 

Tippy Toe Tippy Toe

On down the road

Tippy Toe Tippy Toe

Way down the road

Tippy Toe to the Boogie

All the way to the Boogie

Harry Rogers, in Dr Bombay’s. Candler Park, Atlanta, 6th September 2017.

 

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LILITH LIES DEAD

 

Lilith Lies Dead

They shot Lilith today,
Because she ran away,
They ended her short taste of freedom.

With her beauty so proud,
We should all cry out loud.
Tourist zoos? Do we really need them?

All those fat bureaucrats
In their murderers hats,
Should we continue to feed them?

There was no need to kill,
A ground up sleeping pill,
Would save her from permanent sleepdom

Now Lilith lies dead
With blood on her head,
Our tears are all shed,
Whilst we lie abed
I am seeing red,
They shot Lilith dead.

Harri Rogers, In bed at Pencnwcau, 11th November 2017

Unbroken Ponies – CONCHY

Ponies rehearsal at Dyffrin GwyntIn 2015 the Unbroken Ponies went into the Last Track Studio in Llanon, Ceredigion and cut this track in memory of those conscientious objectors who were brave enough not to fight in World War One. the Lyric is below the Audio track.

CONCHY

He wore a black poppy and a white feather

Every single day with pride

He wore the black poppy and the white feather

Every day until he died

Nothing they did could make him change his mind

Wouldn’t do what they told him to

They locked him up and even beat him up

He still wouldn’t do as he was told

Kept his head high never let them see him cry

Wavered not even as he got old

Conchy was his name

Waging peace his game

Conchy was his name

Waging peace his game

Black poppies

For Conchies

Sixteen hundred

Long dead and gone

They set him to work on the ambulance train

Treating dying and wounded men

Sent him near the front for the whole of the war

Again and again and again

British and French and even German soldiers too

Patched up those he thought would survive

Collected creased photographs of loved ones on swings

From those who were no longer alive

Young girls on swings

From London or Berlin

Daughters, mums and wives

All now with ruined lives

White feathers

For Conchies

Sixteen hundred

Long dead and gone

Took Conchy for his name he was born to disobey

Never did what others told him to do

Refused to go and fight he would never kill a man

No matter whoever wanted him to

Envelopes were sent to him with white feathers in

For week after week after week

He kept them, every one, wore one in his lapel

Waited for somebody to speak

Conchy was his name

Waging peace his game

Conchy was his name

Waging peace his game

Wear a black poppy

For Conchy

Wear a white feather

For Conchy

Sixteen hundred like him

Long dead and gone

Remembered here

To live on and on

Harry Rogers, Aberbanc

November 11th 2014

SCENE RED RELEASE SINGLE FROM FORTHCOMING ALBUM

This track from our forthcoming album is called Chasing Fireflies.  We hope to finish the album soon and release it on Deep River Records.  Meanwhile we in the band hope you like this.

CHASING FIREFLIES

I sit out on the deck
Watching your children play
Chasing bright red fireflies
In last rays of the day
Old knees worn out now
Else I too would chase
Pleasure comes from sunset
Lighting up your face

Spent a long long time
Chasing fireflies
Spent a real long time
Chasing fireflies
Now there is no time for
Chasing fireflies

There are things I would
Like to do on the day I die
Just for the briefest moment
Hold a bright red firefly
Listen to the nightingale
Singing as it flies up high
Know that you are smiling
As we say goodbye

Spent a long long time
Chasing fireflies
Spent a real long time
Chasing fireflies
Now there is no time for
Chasing fireflies

Harry Rogers, Pencnwcau, 2014

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