The Shed Sessions Vol. II

by John D Revelator

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released 24 November 2013

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John D Revelator Edinburgh, UK

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John D Revelator are John Diment, a west country redneck with ideas way above his station & Col Baird an escaped weegie & professional drug pusher. Both are old enough know better.
John writes the songs, Col tells him if they are crap or not & usually gets it about right.
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Track Name: So Say Superman
C
I left home I was just seventeen
Am
I was king of everything & you were the queen
F
I find it hard to truly believe
G
All the things that have come & gone between us

I was a fool to fall for the lies
You made made me feel blue & you couldn’t disguise it
When you thought you caught a whiff of Kryptonite
And disappeared right before my eyes.
C
Hey Lois Lane
Am
Better catch him while you can
F
He’s working them superpowers again
G
Your So-Say Superman

That isn’t a plane
And I know it sounds absurd
But he flew away with my heart that day
When he flew away with my bird
Your superman

C (2x bars)

You think my Lex Luther is so low rent
The smallest thing in Smallville with my money spent
You think that we can still be friends
But I can’t compete with counterfeit Clark Kent

You say he’s righting wrongs in other worlds
Spending too much time with other girls
Everythings so wrong I can’t raise concerns
About how your comic strip unfurls

Hey Lois Lane
Better catch him while you can
He’s working them superpowers again
Your So-Say Superman

And aint it a shame
He cant use his super hands
And turn back the clock to when my poor heart stopped
Your So-Say Superman

Instrumental

Easy now to say your sick of supermen
And now that its all over can we try gain
But I’ve been out so cold, I can’t think when
I’d resuscitate a romance out of cryogen

So many names I can’t remember what you called me
I recall you didn’t wanna end up with the baldy
And I know I cant sing, I know I cant dance
But at least I remember where to put my pants


Hey Lois Lane
Better catch him while you can
He’s working them superpowers again
Your So-Say Superman

I’m sorry to say
I ain’t got not master plan
I gave that the sack, so you can sod off back to your So-Say Superman

Instrumental

Hey Lois Lane
Better catch him while you can
He’s working them superpowers again
Your So-Say Superman

Now isn’t it plain
And I know it sounds absurd
But he flew away with my heart that day
When he flew away with my bird
Your superman (finish on C
Track Name: Action Man
News reminds me about when I was a boy
How much I loved my Action Man toy
He’s in his foxhole in the attic with his boots & all
Still ready & waiting for his country’s call

Money & power make for vicious games
Kids & politicians well, they’re just the same
Just like spoilt little girls& boys
They want to forget when they’ve broke their toys

Politicians want to put them away
In a cardboard box for another day
When the oil barons want another play
In some god forsaken country far away

Come on Action Man
We’re going to take you by what’s left of your gripping hands
And though I don’t approve of Mr Cameron’s plans
This is England, not Afghanistan
We’re going to treat you
We’re going to treat you just as best as we can

Scratching his scar with the stump of his hand
His mind races back to the desert sands
He’s a stranger, an outsider a shell of a man
A foreigner in his own land

His eagle eyes find it hard to see
Since he stepped on the roadside IED
Answering his call of duty
All for the like of you & me

We’ve all been army dreamers but heaven knows
When it came to the crunch, it was peace that I chose
Someone’s gotta do it, yeah someone’s gotta go
These boys & girls well, they’re our heroes

Come on Action Man
We’re going to take you by what’s left of your gripping hands
And though I don’t approve of Mr Cameron’s plans
This is England, not Afghanistan
We’re going to treat you
We’re going to treat you just as best as we can

Instrumental

Come on Action Man
We’re going to take you by what’s left of your gripping hands
And though I don’t approve of Mr Cameron’s plans
This is England, not Afghanistan
Track Name: In My Loving Arms
C
When the yellow yellowhammer yells
F
“A little bit of butter” and the
C G
Swallow’s swooping over the farm
C
Takes me back to the time
F
When I’d love on my mind
Em G C
And you in my loving arms

E7 F
For every bird that sings, a million insect wings
E7 F
supplement the pastoral scene
E7 F
And like the buzzy bees up in the chestnut trees,
Dm G
I’m working for my summer queen

C
So let the little yella fella
F
get a little less cheddar
C G
Let the swallow birrell back to the barn
C F
If it means that we’re together in the sunny summer weather
Em G C
With you in my loving arms


C
Just you & me together
F
by the banks of the river
C G
with birds and the flowers of May
C
Now theres tears in my eyes,
F
never understood why
Em G C
We had to fly separate ways
E7 F
Like the following June it was over too soon
E7 F
And now the swallow swoops in sunnier climes
E7 F
But like that little brown bunting I just sit in the country
Dm G
And dream of better times

Solo – 2x verse (c major scale)


E7 F
Now that swallows swooping over some water hole
E7 F
Where the antelope & buffalo browse
E7 F
And I wonder if you’re thinking of me at all
Dm G
And who you’re holding now

C
So let that little yella fella
F
get a little less cheddar
C G
Let the swallow birrell back to the barn
C
An I’ll dream a dream of you
F
And all the things we could do
Em G C
When I hold you in my loving arms

C
Yeah let that little yella fella
F
Get a little less cheddar
C G
Let the swallow birrell back to the barn
C
If it means that we’re together
F
In the sunny summer weather
Em G C
With you in my loving arms
Em G C
With you in my loving arms
Em G C G C
With you in my loving arms
Track Name: Ghosts of Windmill Hill
From the tagged and smashed up bus stop where we always went to deal to the cluttered shuttered cornershop where we first learned how to steal

There’s bitter wind blowing southbound from the high & lonely moors its fingers tap the windows & probe holes in every door.

There’s a mourning sound from flapping fence as the wind screams across the park and clanging chain from a broken swing that rattles after dark

Is that a keening in the north wind as it carries winter’s chill? Or the crying of the lost souls of the Ghosts of Windmill Hill

Break

In the bashed and battered phone box where you’d skin up after dark
You can hear the Friday sirens wail and dozen guard dogs bark

By the lonely church and graveyard where a 1000 mothers mourned
The wind kicks can through tombstone goals watched by ripped discarded porn

Is that the clapping of a headless centrefold as she cheers Aeolian skill?
Or the crying of the lost souls of the Ghosts of Windmill Hill.



The sails stopped turning years ago like the cogs inside the mill
The factories in the town below are silent dark & still
Today there’s just no work at all
Shops all boarded in the mall
The dying sounds of this old town are shrill
And we’re all going off the meet them
The Ghosts of Windmill Hill.

Oh Oh, Oh Oh The Ghosts of Windmill Hill.
Oh Oh, Oh Oh The Ghosts of Windmill Hill.

Guitar break

Oh Oh, Oh Oh The Ghosts of Windmill Hill.
Oh Oh, Oh Oh The Ghosts of Windmill Hill.

We’d talk for hours by the roundabout & I thought our love was sealed
When I held you tight against the cold north wind as it tore across the playing field

Now that bitter blast still blows through here like it always used to do
But I’m chattering on my own here, alone and missing you

Is that a sobbing on the boreal breeze for a love that lost its’ thrill?
Or the crying of the lost souls of the Ghosts of Windmill Hill.

I loved you like no other man could or ever will
You know if you here today I’d love you up until
The end of time when one & all
Answer hell or heaven’s call
I loved you then & you know I love you still
But our love’s gone to the four winds
With the Ghosts of Windmill Hill.

Oh Oh, Oh Oh The Ghosts of Windmill Hill.
Oh Oh, Oh Oh The Ghosts of Windmill Hill.
Track Name: Pinky Promises (for Katy Lou)
G C
Pals since before we were wee, you & I were always a team
G C D
Its hard to find the words to say, how much it hurts to be going away
You & I always believed, there’s a bond between you & me
Formed over all the years, all the fun & the games & the laughter & tears
Chorus
C D
We’re beginning the adventure, it’s not the end
C D
I know we’re always going to want to be friends
C D
There’s emails, phone calls & letters we can send
Em Am
To keep our pinky promise to be BFFs
Em Am
Though the travel & the distance might put us to the test
C D G
I know we’ll play together again

Although I might be far away, I’ll think about you everyday
And I’d travel all the 100s of miles just to hear your laughter & see your smiles
You’re always welcome when you come down, school holidays will soon come around
And I’ll be back there whenever I can, to see how you’ve grown & how tall you stand
Chorus
Instrumental (over verse)

Bridge
Am G
You can get on a plane, I could get on a train
Am C D
We could drive & meet somewhere in the country for a holiday
Am G
We can catch up on news, who cares what we do
Am C D
Just as long as we can get together me & you

C D
Cos we’re beginning the adventure, it’s not the end
C D
I know that we’re always going be friends
C D
There’s facebook, skype links & tweets we can trend
Em Am
We can the pinky promise to be BFFs
Em Am
Though the travel & the distance might put us to the test
Em Am
From the north to the south, from the east to the west
Em Am
Everybody knows pinky promises are best
C D
And I know, we’ll cry together
C D
Cos I know we’re going to miss one another
C D
But I know, well laugh together
C D
Cos I know we’re friends forever
C D G
And I know we’ll play together again
Track Name: Winky On The Wing
G C G
Georgie Petherbridge played for 17 long years
G C D
To the strains of “Goodnight Irene” & the shouting & the cheers
G C
He’s left us happy memories of all the joy he’d bring
G Em Am D7 G
The scourge of 50’s full backs he was Winky on the wing

He wore the Rovers quarters for near 500 games
Engineered the humbling of the famous Busby babes
It’s hard to think of “Winky Pop” without breaking into a grin
With his bandy legs & his chalky boots – Winky on the wing

Chorus
C G
Winky on the wing, my friend, Winky on the wing
C
In heaven’s blue & white XI
G D
He’s the first name pencilled in
G
Barrat, Bamford,,Bradford & Ball
C
He could nutmeg, skin & beat them all
G Em
Now he’s had the Angel’s call up
Am D7 G
Winky’s on the Wing

Born too late, I was far too young to ever see him play
But I’ve seen the Pathe newsreels & their curious shades of grey
And wondered at the tiny shining star – is it really him?
The friend I knew as Groundsman George – Winky on the Wing

A patient coach & teacher, he was a gentleman of class
He left many’s the oppo outside half for dead on Eastville’s grass
Today he’d be a megastar - Bentleys, birds & bling
But he was “Mr Petherbridge” – Winky on the wing

Chorus
Instrumental – over verse

That the creator is a gashead, no man here can deny
He’s flatpacked heaven’s Ikea, re-assembled Eastville in the sky
Every Saturday. You’ll hear them Tote End angels sing
“Come on you Blues” we’ll never lose with Winky on the wing

Now you might think that Winky Pop’s been subbed one final time
Tossed in his last deep hanging cross from out there on the line
But don’t you be believing Georgie’s last defender’s skinned
He’s still flying up there with his Brylcreemed hair – Yeah Winky’s on the wing

Chorus
G Em
Now he’s had the Angel’s call up
Am D7 G
Winky’s on the Wing