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This is a poem of a singer who is the wrong side of forty and who plays a town he once played before...............
One of my lifelong ambitions is to write a song that charts. The only problem with this improbable dream is that I can't write music ! However, this doesn't stop me writing the odd lyric in the hope that someone will come along and put the words to music. As Elton John once advertised in a UK music paper "Guy with a tune needs a guy with lyrics " (or words to that effect and that is how he met Bernie..). So, if you know of any budding Eltons out there, please ask them to get in touch...
Is it me or are rockers getting older ? This is a story of a singer who is the wrong side of forty and who plays a town ho once played before...............
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| It was just another show, another lonely town on the road, another night in a cheap motel room, just to pay the taxman what he's owed. I've been in this music game, for nigh on thirty years, sang my way through the heartache, sang my way through the tears. Had a few hits along the way, I was nearly a rock and roll star, but nearly is a long way to go, and nearly is so very, very far. And I was back in familiar territory, I had played this town many years before, this was going to be my last show here, I wasn't going to come back this way anymore. I've formed the band once again, aging and up and coming wannabees, some playing to forget, some just playing, and some just playing as you please. The acoustic nightmare was only half filled, I don't pack them out these days, and you can't see the expectant faces, through the darkened and smoke filled haze. We opened up our set, with a "what was that called" tune, no one was dancing that early, not enough alcohol, it was way too soon. Had a few hits along the way, I was nearly a rock and roll star, but nearly is a long way to go, and nearly is so very, very far. I looked up to see a lady dancing, middle aged, but not bad for this place, she was looking into my eyes, there was something familiar about her face. She was dancing with a younger girl, I guessed she could be her child, a beautiful mover, a pretty face, she was exciting and kind of wild. |
Allen Jesson
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