Swinging for England
by JD and the Longfellows
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Swinging for England
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Why?
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Old Town Zanzibar
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Good Time
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Rhythm and Soul
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Meteoric Weekend
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Destitute's Lament
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released 01 January 2012
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From SE London, JD and the Longfellows perform a cocktail of original dynamic musical folk theatre - Oscar and Hammerstein ... more meets Johnny Cash. They have released 3 albums, played over 200 gigs sometimes as an acoustic trio (violin, guitar, percussion and 3 vocals) or as a full band with up to 8 members and harmonies, while they “sweep the place with joy, with their off-the-dial feel-good factor". less
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- Track Name: Swinging for England
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Track 1: Swinging for England
Throw the car keys on the table; grab yourself a glass of wine
It’s that seventies dream, that risqué swapping scene, it’ll seem so divine
Take your time and get to know us, you should find we’ve lots to share
Take a look around, it’s a treasure trove you’ve found, like ducks to water, eagles dare
Get the spark back in your marriage; blow the cobwebs out the door
Take the Bluetooth for a talk, your dog out for a walk, always looking out for something more
Make a splash in the Jacuzzi, or in the dungeon with the toys
A little suburban slap, and tickle hard to cap, a summer so full of the joys
Step inside with us, come alive with us; spend some time with us
And you will find that we’ll spice up your life, lose your inhibitions in the party scene so rife and then we’ll sing, oh yes we’ll sing; swinging for England and for you
And we’ll swing, oh yes we’ll swing the whole night through
You can find us in a magazine and swing out in London tonight
You can find us on the internet and swing around the world oh that’s right
Did you ever think that life had passed you by?
Others had the fun that you never got to try?
Be a player on the scene and kiss that life bye bye!
With you and me and them and us and everyone here can sing along (swinging for England)
Swinging for England and for the Queen Herself (it can’t be wrong, oh no, swinging for England), Swinging for glory across the Commonwealth
(c) Josh Davis - Track Name: Losers Cruisers & Dirty Rotten Schmoozers
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Track 2: Losers Cruisers & Dirty Rotten Schmoozers
To the backroom of the Royal Oak for the big night of the year
Anticipating, waiting, nurse a courage lifting beer
In the queue outside, you know I spied, and I mean this most sincere
Like Doris Day blew me away the moment she appeared
To the backroom of the Royal Oak and I’ve seen them all before
Those never want to meet deadbeats, a compendium of flaws
This lump of a man, as fast as you can saunters up drooling with glee
Why do they always, oh why do they always, why do they always pick on me?
Tell me why? Why? Why? Why? They’re all losers, cruisers and dirty rotten schmoozers
And this one here epitomises all of them to me; users, choosers who never leave the boozers
Why do all the lowlifes seek my company? Every time I go out they’re always hitting on me
Sometimes I think my past must be to blame; attracting all the down-and-outs, a moth to the flame, the type I always seem to meet, are those with two left feet
The only gentlemen I’ve spied are batting for the other side
That woman’s so garn pretty in a way I can’t explain
But if I have another five or six it’s sure to come out plain
(And now I think he’s staring at me), I’m going to try to catch her eye
And win her over, like a wild rover (and now he’s coming over this way
Mumbling and bumbling, and starting to sway, think I should leave right-a-way
Now’s the time to try)
But I know there must be someone out there
Someone who will drive away the jesters, the pests and the rest
And I know there will be someone out there, no more sleaze balls no more fakes,
No lizards and no snakes, oh I can but dream; oh I can but dream it comes true
Well hello little lady you’ve hit the jackpot here tonight
Grab your coat; and your hat and back to yours alright
(What do you mean are you obscene?) Let’s get sleazy you and me
(Talk to the hand, do you understand, you’re the last person in the world, the last person in the world, the last person in the world that I need)
With their Neanderthal looks and their brontosaurus brains
And their Neolithic chat up lines they’re driving me insane
(c) Dr Josh P Davis - Track Name: Why?
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3: Why?
So hot in the sun; yet I’m on my own again; I sit on my doorstep with a bottle of wine
Watching the world passing by on the street; watching the air as it shimmers in the heat
Everyone’s smiling; sounds so beguiling but no!
Friday last week on my way home again; I never suspected there was anything wrong
The chill in the air when I opened the door; the note on the table I still wasn’t sure
Till I read in your letter you thought we’d be better apart
So tell me why did you do it? Why did you go? Why did you leave without letting me know?
Why when my face is on fire in the sun is the ice in my heart just starting to burn?
Tell me why, oh yeah; just tell me why, oh yeah
I know you’re never going to change your mind; I guess I’ll accept it all in time
I don’t know why that I’ve lost you or how I’m to cope
If you’re telling the truth; I’m left with no hope; but still you don’t leave me with a reason why
I’ll sit in the sun, keep living it over again; just me on my doorstep with a bottle of wine
Like a record that’s spinning around in my head, somehow imprinted the words that you said
And I know, and I know they won’t go
(c) Dr Josh P Davis - Track Name: Old Town Zanzibar
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Track 9: Old Town Zanzibar
She came from old town Zanzibar; used to dance the tables it made her quite a star
And then she set off to the west; to seek her fame and fortune at a gentleman’s request
Our eyes they met in Marrakesh; she danced my wallet my wallet empty but I couldn’t care less; I waited hours in the street, hoping for a love affair, something discrete
Oh Annalise I was smitten, once I’d bitten on that apple with you
But I cannot pretend I always knew it would end once the moment of madness was through
It’s party time when you meet her, but it’s really only a show
When the money don’t flow, Hah, she’ll go
I flew her back to London town; set her in a garret that started safe and sound
Far, so far from all the sights, but she insisted her vocation was in the city lights
I should have known that her ambitions were higher than a concubine for sure
Cause suddenly she’s texting me, hexing me and vexing me
Not playing second fiddle anymore, not anymore, not anymore
I lost my heart I lost my mind; she left an empty space behind
She even pulled the ground beneath my feet; I lost my grip I lost my phone
She requisitioned all I owned, the twisted hand of fate so bitter sweet
And yet I still hear her laughter from afar, I can still hear her laughter from afar
From Zanzibar, from Zanzibar, from Zanzibar
(c) Dr Josh P Davis - Track Name: Drink you under the Table
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Track 5: Drink you under the Table
She’s pretty good company on a good old Saturday night
She keeps up with those good old boys; she’ll cuss them right out of sight
But if you should challenge Clarey, she’ll rub her hands with glee
She’ll break each ball with every call, I know, it happened to me
Well she’ll drink, drink, drink you under the table (drink, drink, drink you under the table)
She’ll dance, dance, dance you off the floor (dance, dance, dance you off the floor)
You’ll be razzled, frazzled, totally bedazzled, then hear yourself calling out for more
Well she’ll drink, drink, drink you under the table (drink, drink, drink you under the table)
She’ll spin you right off your feet, this time, every time
Her victory is bound to be complete, she’ll never cheat; she’ll never cheat
She is the one you’ll cling to, if you go down on one knee
Proposing a lifetime’s devotion, with a ring for company
But she’s had her fill of suitors, of poets and April fools
They all seem to me like a menagerie, objects of ridicule
To say she’s one of a kind is just half the truth; she always seems to end on top
But you know they’ll never stop, they keep coming round and round and round
Like a scene from Hogarth’s Alley she’ll be standing on her feet
While all around have hit the ground, paying homage in their defeat
So if you should challenge Clarey, she’ll put you in your place
She may play around but so many have found, that they just can’t stand the pace
(c) Dr Josh P Davis - Track Name: Good Time
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Track 8: To Have a Good Time
Don’t dilly dally in the alley let’s get out of this place
Skedaddle in the saddle with the wind in our face
Get your load on the road is your charabanc stowed?
We can sing the blues in our travelling mode
Set off in the morning, heading out west
Road trip, trail ship, it’s turning out best
Solid steel, spinning wheel and I know how you feel
Satellite skies and a passion that’s real
And I hear them calling to me, a siren from way cross the sea
The palladium, a stadium, best of all a festival or any old fleapit that’ll pay us at all
To have a good time (just me and you), we’ll be having a good time (on the road it’s true)
We’ll have a good time (touring the nation) having a good time you’ll be a sensation
(We’ll be having a good time) singing our songs (always a good time) all summer long
Such a good time (so what do you say?) out on the road with me
It won’t be highfalutin if the aim is instituting
A night of tooty fruitin’ and a reeling and a rooting
Are you sold? Feeling bold? Let’s cut to the chase
On a mission to the stars and the bustle and pace
Well it’s your turn (my turn) your turn (my turn) your turn but that’s easy to say
When it’s my turn (your turn) my turn (your turn) my turn and at the end of the day
It may be my turn to drive but it’s your turn to find the map
It may be my turn to drive but it’s your turn to find the way
There will be hell to pay if we don’t make it there today
(c) Dr Josh P Davis - Track Name: Rhythm and Soul
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Track 7: Rhythm and Soul
Why don’t you stop for the band on the side of the street?
Ukulele lady oh she’s so sweet, slap bass jester commanding the beat
While the whole damn audience are tapping their feet
And the music swings through the town, people dance and fool around
To the rhythm and soul in the air, smiles everywhere
A dollar of mercy spins into the hat of the demon fiddler with acres of chat
A hypnotist every draw of the bow, conjures applause, commands the show
A child cries out, it’s a lost balloon, a moment of tantrum, then back from the gloom
By the rhythm and soul in the air, so happy now and she don’t care
(But tell me why) But tell me why (when you walk on by), when you walk on by
Do you feel a little bit of rhythm and soul in your heart?
Capture the moment and then you start to find your way (find your way)
On that, hazy, crazy, lazy summer day (Do you feel that rhythm and soul in your heart?)
Siesta sun shines down on everyone, the calm before the storm never lasts that long
Fiesta fun, we all succumb as one. Then the flags and streamers climb
The church bells ring in time and the carnival is marching here with you
Washboard diva scissors in time, eyes can’t leave her, but that’s so fine
All of the street in the palm of her hand; a musical treat in wonderland
Join the cavalcade, don’t you feel that it’s true; I’m here in the bedlam, yet alone with you
And the rhythm and soul in the air, parading with that musical fayre
(c) Dr Josh P Davis - Track Name: Meteoric Weekend
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Track 4: Meteoric Weekend
She came from out of town walked along the seafront and I knew I’d seen her before
It’s not déjà vu, if a dream comes true, arriving like a letter at your door
I was looking for a man with ambition and a plan, and some money to take me away
In the winter the piste, the summer in Nice, a yacht moored off the beach in Saint Tropez
Then you stroll along and I knew it was wrong, but somehow I got lost in your spell
Dragging me down to the pier (won a plastic lavaliere), then riding on the fairground as well
(All that money we made at the penny arcade), 50p at least at our peak
(Then that good old son of a gun; came home 100 to one), paid for dinner at the Café Martinique
And I know it’s not crazy to be so
And I know it’s not crazy to be so (oh no, dare you go)
(Skipping pebbles out through the spray, acting like we’re both castaway
Washed up onto the sand, lost hand in hand), a meteoric, euphoric weekend down by the sea
But it was never meant to be
I thought my taste sophisticated, never dreamed I’d fascinate at someone as earthy as you
Like the child who yearns the sweet, you swept me off my feet, and I’ve no idea where this is leading to
It might be better being poor, if you can be sure, that he’s loyal to no one but you
Not like the lovers in my past, those playboys never last, looking for the latest ingénue
And I know it’s not crazy to be so, and I know it’s not crazy to be so (oh no dare you go)
(In the breaking light of day, the world inside and out is grey), and doubts spin in my head
Because you’re that urban refugee, not a care, fancy free, living life by the day instead
We walked along the promenade, (you with this slick façade), something that wasn’t there last night
(No more slumming with the hoi polloi), barrier up (no sense of joy), a breath away from only being polite
(Saying goodbye and we’ll meet again, but knowing that this is the end
A mobile exchange, all those numbers rearranged), a meteoric, euphoric weekend down by the sea, but it was never meant to be, no it was never meant to be
(c) Dr Josh P Davis - Track Name: Destitute's Lament
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Track 6: Destitute’s Lament
I’ve got no money in my wallet and they’re outside now for the rent (don’t look at me now, I’m all lost at sea)
Six months arrears and a lifetime’s regret that it went (hypermarting, shopping carting on and on)
Swashbuckling cross the channel on a Calaisan cruise, van full of contraband, of cigarettes and booze
Joined the underground, alternative, middle England welfare state (ne’er-do-wells and rascals, wanton reprobates)
Those trinkets and glasses for the car booting classes just the bait (baubles and bling, shiny threads of string)
Tax avoidance schemes, for the gentlemen of means, Rhett Butler for the here and now, d’you know what I mean?
Oh, my Lord this is my song of repent; my Lord, I thought it was heaven sent; my Lord,
The Destitute’s lament!
I thought the tide was going to flow my way, a little luck washed on the shore
(I thought I could beat the law)
The cliffs white and mighty, we raised a glass to Blighty at the dock (land of hope and glory)
No inkling, no alarm, foreboding in the calm before the shock (you’re all feckless, reckless, devil may care, on a wing and a prayer)
Then the Spanish Inquisition, the Customs imposition, the whole damn caboodle the bastard’s requisition
Never told the woman, thought I’d better let her stay in the dark (I knew that something was a going down)
She may seem quite serene but her bite is just as deep as her bark (I’ve told you before, I always know the score)
Her looks can kill (and you know that they will) when the loan shark hits her with that liquidating bill
It’s easy to be sorry when you’re sorry for the way that it went (seemed such a breeze now I’m down on my knees)
No commonsense no recompense you had that money all spent (I have to confess I always seem to transgress)
Living the life (having a ball), crunching out the credit card, no cares at all
(c) Dr Josh P Davis - Track Name: How many bottles did I drink the night I quit Drinking
- Written by Kevin Carney
