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by Harvey Andrews

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Punch and Judy man Puppets in your hand See the children sit Round you on the sand And they don't mind if the sun won't shine You've put the moon in their eyes Punch and Judy man Make the voices ring Make the children dance Make the children sing And they don't mind if the sun won't shine You've put the moon in their eyes Punch and Judy man May until September You know they'll remember you're their friend Punch and Judy man Can you hear their laughter Echoing long after summer's end As I pass along I listen to the noise My shadow it has left me It's with the girls and boys And I don't mind if the sun won't shine You've put the moon in my eyes
I'm a man from Brummagem town And a Brummie won't stay down I've worked from dawn, to the sun next morn With a shovel and a pick and a deal of brawn I put the bullring there I built Victoria square I saw the nobs give tips with bobs And I thought I'd get my share Well you might say I'm nouveau Not fit to mix with gentry But if you make a show It's money gains you entry I've got my country home My carriages and horses I might be nouveau, but I'm riche Playing the market forces A labourer's just a fool A pawn and a boss's tool So I cast my mind and what did I find? Well, I found me a golden rule Give odds of six to four Ten to one the draw They'll bet all day, they'll always pay And then come back for more Well it must be God's good plan So I take it all I can The chapel gate, the silver plate Were bought by this God-fearing man And my son will have it all The pub, the lodge, the hall He's an empire lad just like his dad And he's heard his country's call They might say he's nouveau Not fit to mix with gentry But I gave him such a show My money bought him entry He's got the best there is In uniforms and horses He might be nouveau, but he's riche, And an officer in the forces He's smart that lad of mine He'll serve his country fine The Kaiser screams of war it seems But he'd better toe the line War would bring us hell But jobs of work as well Be it gun or blade, it's Brummie made And we live by what we sell He's smart, that lad of mine He'll keep out of the line
I'm coming home Molly, I’m coming home No more to roam Molly, no more to roam We came out as boys Molly, we'll come back as men They're sending me home Molly, to love you again. You'll never believe Molly the things I’ve seen Places I’ve been Molly, just where I’ve been The war to end wars Molly, that's what they say Well, it's finished for me Molly, so any day… Glory and grief Molly, I’ve seen it all For medals and mud Molly, the good men fall We've won a war Molly, we've won a war But I wonder what for Molly, I ask what for I'll be home soon Molly, meet on Snow Hill I love you still Molly, I love you still They won't get me back Molly, I’m through with drill I'm with you to stay Molly, I always will
Cousin Joe 02:14
Here's a song for Cousin Joe We saw him come and we saw him go And that's about all you need to know 'Cause he never done nothing at all He never wined, he never dined He never loved, and he never pined And all he said was ‘never mind, I never done nothing at all’ Cousin Joe, he was there Happy as a millionaire How I wish I could share The secret of his savoir faire He never served, he never fought He wasn't dumb, but he wasn't taught He wasn't shunned, but he wasn't sought 'Cause he never done nothing at all And when they laid his bones to rest They asked his friend who knew him best And on that stone the mason dressed Was he never done nothing at all, in style He never done nothing at all, but while He never done nothing at all he'd smile 'Cause he never done nothing at all
‘Watch for the sailor,’ Say frightened old ladies He's terrorising the town Handsome and sprightly though he's nearly ninety He's never slowing down The language he'll use when he's been on the booze The stories he'd tell Well, they'd never choose to listen But sometimes they glance at their husbands and sigh For an old salt sea-dog who winks And gives them the eye When we were in dock We'd flock where the whores go in Rotterdam In old navy blue We'd drink to a new love with every dram And the blousy hostesses in short frilly dresses The young and old They'd seen it before in peace and in war They'd been bought and sold And the bars never close till they've taken your money for rotgut booze And your head hits the ground and the world's spinning round in a game you lose And you cry out the pain but you shell out again for another glass And you pray that the morning will come and the ache in your head will pass The ladies display Every day in the windows of Amsterdam Whatever your dream You're the cat with the cream when the shutters slam And the guilt that you feel when you find it's not real Is an old, old friend And you say not again, well maybe, now and then Will it never end? My salt sailor days are a haze There's a red light to show the way When you're battered and bruised You forget who abused you, that's yesterday But here on the land with a glass in my hand If a wish were mine I'd be back on a ship and I'd take me a trip To the good old time
Sun is out sky is blue Everybody in Fortified with tea and cakes Just a little gin Smell the leather, smell the wood Isn't it a sin! Going for a ride in a Jowett Javelin Going for a ride in a Jowett Javelin Jowett Javelin, Jowett Javelin Going for a ride in a Jowett Javelin Jowett Javelin, Jowett Javelin Going for a ride in a Jowett Javelin Going for a ride in a Jowett Javelin Uncle's at the steering wheel With a happy grin He revs her up, lets her go Makes the wheels spin Auntie whacks him on the leg Isn't it a sin! Going for a ride in a Jowett Javelin Going for a ride in a Jowett Javelin Sutton Park by the lake Shiny as a pin Driving by the hoi polloi Quieting their din Waving like the king and queen Wondering if they've been Ever going for a ride in a Jowett Javelin Going for a ride in a Jowett Javelin
Annie in the morning rain With her future planned Did he understand? Annie in the morning rain Suitcase in her hand 'Til the morning passes and the sun breaks through The waiting's over and the future's new For Annie in the morning rain Suitcase in her hand Annie in the morning rain With her freedom won Wonders what she's done Annie in the morning rain Wonders will he come For the note she left them was a last goodbye They won't believe her but she hopes they'll try Annie in the morning rain Wonders will he come Picking up his coat and keys Still he can't decide Should he go to work, Or drive with her by his side? Annie in the morning rain With her pages turned Wonders what she's learned Annie in the morning rain With her bridges burned In her heart she hears him as he says ‘I do’ With her belly swollen and her baby due Annie in the morning rain With her bridges burned Annie in the morning rain With her pages turned
Saturdays 02:55
Well every Saturday, if you were down our way You'd find us in the parlour by the fire Uncles and aunts would call, cousins and nieces all Prepared to do a party piece, but not to arty, Please we'd say, let Uncle Jackson play He'd take down his battered old guitar He only had one song, he could play all night long The only words he knew were la la la The pianola played, we drank the lemonade All the grown-ups drank the stout and ale Then we'd form our queues outside the outside loos That served for twenty four but on Saturday for more And then we'd go to bed but in our weary head We heard the songs the others sang below And the last we'd hear, sweet and clear Was Uncle Jackson playing soft and low
Is it really that long since I held my tiny little sister? Is it really that long since I held her tiny little hand? Here's a card from far away to say how much I've missed her Now we're both on the shores of time Counting every grain of sand Every grain of sand, a day to last forever Every grain of sand, a memory of time Every hope we lost, every bridge we crossed We did it all together Every dream we shared, every day we cared And tried to understand How our lives were planned But still a grain of sand In the streets we played the games we learned from others In the streets we played, till Mother called us home And the days were long, like a summer song That never told of winter And the chalk lines ran to a distant land We'd one day come to see And we'd ask the stars Whoever will we be? Then we found our men, promised them forever Then we found our sons, promised them the world And we watched them grow, we watched them go As we had left each other And we tried to write, but we never quite Knew what we ought to say Now I send my love This and every day
Birthday Boy 03:36
Saturday morning, children's pictures I'm the birthday boy On the screen it's Roy Rogers We all cheer for Roy Aniseed balls, ten a penny Liquorice wood, ain't got any Bubblegum cards, swop Tom Finney For the boys in royal blue One day I'll be centre forward Scoring goals for you Birthday cake, nine red candles School friends in their shorts and sandals Postman's knock, what a scandal If the grown ups knew Gotta find time to read The Rover Hotspur, Wizard too Under the sheets torchlight shining Tales of derring-do Rockfist Rogan fights for Blighty Tough of the Track, Morgan the Mighty Wrestling crocs who never bite He always sees it through One day I will be a hero Save the world for you Why can't we all pass the test and Why can't we all be the best and Tell the truth, shame the rest and Fight for what is right Growing up isn't easy But I suppose I will Fall in love then get married Jane or Joan or Jill Have three kids and a roast on Sunday Get up, go to work on Monday Will there ever be a funday, someday to enjoy Like Saturday morning, children's pictures I'm the birthday boy
Ghost Town 03:27
It was a Saturday morning bus to town For grandma, mother and me With a list of the shops we'd need to call at Before the cakes and tea There was the butcher, the baker, the bookshop too So many things for us to do But with Oxfam and Heartbeat and Save The Children Who'll save the old town now? The cinema stood on the railway's corner Courting couples would queue Now it's a big fat supermarket You have to drive out to They've got the meat and the veg The fruit and the flowers They've killed the little shops with their hours And with Oxfam and Heartbeat and Save The Children Who'll save the old town now? Who'll save the old town? Now it's a ghost town Once it was my town, a warm as toast town But with charity shops and boarded windows It's not my old town now Jimmy and Joe met John the poacher For beer at the old King's Head Now it's been closed down and the new off-licence Has Australian lager instead So the charm of the old town starts to pall As everyone goes to the shopping mall And with Oxfam and Heartbeat and Save The Children Who'll save the old town now?
Old Tin Bath 01:53
What'd come out on a Saturday night? The old tin bath Put in the kitchen right under the light The old tin bath We'd fill every kettle, we'd fill every pot We'd boil 'em up until scalding hot Then where did we pour the boiling lot? In the old tin bath Kitchen awash with water and steam And the old tin bath You'd dip in a toe, and you'd give out a scream In the old tin bath Kid's go first then Dad'd sit tight Mother went last, she said it's alright Then she emptied it, polished it, made it a sight The old tin bath When Mother got out, the water was cold In the old tin bath She longed for the day we finally sold The old tin bath She nagged away from night till noon For a plumbed in bath in a separate room And soon there came the day of doom For the old tin bath When they carried it out we cheered and clapped The old tin bath 'Cause we had a new room all tiled and tapped Not the old tin bath With a gleaming tub as big as a pool Cold and hot, well it made you drool We splashed and scrubbed and played the fool We were hydropaths Goodbye old tin bath
He was first one out of the landing craft When the ramp hit the churning sand He was first one out of the red-cross train To the sound of the big brass band He was first in line for his demob suit When the war he'd fought was won Then he settled down, rebuilt his town Thought his job was done Fifty years on, fifty years on He's grown too old, his house is sold And all his money's gone Like him it's thrown to the nursing home Fifty years on She ferried fighters through the sky She flew the big ones too There was no job the air force had She felt she couldn't do From dawn she'd toil with plug and coil Her scent was oily rag Her mad days and her salad days Given to the flag Fifty years on, fifty years on Her face is bruised, she's been abused And all her spirit's gone He was just a child, but the kids are wild Fifty years on Fifty years on, fifty years gone And they've lost a war they could have sworn they'd won Fifty years on, fifty years gone And the kids say please to the Japanese Can we work for the new Nippon Fifty years on Yes the kids are wild and on the street Fifty years on But the courts are mild when they mug and beat Fifty years on They were youngsters then, they were boys not men Girls who grew too fast They were our front line now it's me and mine And the old ones come last Fifty years on, fifty years on They're fighting still, they always will But with so many gone They stand with pride, but someone lied Fifty years on, times passed Fifty years on, they're last Fifty years on


Snaps: The Family Album was some years in preparation. Songs were written and then slipped into the 'family' file. I knew the musical feel I wanted but could not find it until I first heard the Bushbury Mountain Daredevils - a Birmingham band who played what I heard in my head.

My thanks to the Bushburys and to Jonathan Dewsbury for their ideas, inspiration and professionalism.


released January 1, 1995

Produced by Harvey Andrews, Jonathan Dewsbury, and The Bushbury Mountain Daredevils
Recorded at Rich Bitch Studios, Birmingham
Engineered by Jonathan Dewsbury
Mixed by Jonathan Dewsbury and Harvey Andrews

Harvey Andrews, guitar, vocals
Eddie Morton, guitar, mandolin, accordion, backing vocals
Brian Bannister, banjo, harmonica, backing vocals
Eric Barlow, guitar, backing vocals
Richard Bywater, double bass, backing vocals
Richard Heath, drums
Jonathan Dewsbury, keyboards

All tracks written by Harvey Andrews except
Punch and Judy Man by Paul Phillips and Harvey Andrews


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