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Revelution!

by John D Revelator

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1.
Union Girl 03:49
Union Girl G Em When we first met I was young & foolish – she was NUS D C G Though I was just out of school I thought we should congress With my knowledge of “Das Kapital” I knew she’d be impressed I scored top Marx for politics when my Union Girl said “yes” We made our resolutions we swore we’d be comrades Those times behind the picket lines were the best I ever had We talked of revolution and solidarity Sought socialist solutions my Union Girl & me Chorus Am C G So break out beer & sandwiches, let the old red flags unfurl Am D C D G I’l l stop my crying & recall the time when she was my Union Girl All too soon all Socialist workers have to go to work She took a job in management, I became a shop steward She said “to beat your enemy, you have to sing his song” It’s about that time it seemed to me it started going wrong She turned Tory in a flash, it felt like overnight She made an unseemly dash to do what she thought was right Her head was turned by cold hard cash, she rendered me bereft She shacked up with some stockbroker & now I’m all that’s left Chorus Instrumental “the red flag” ! Break (over hand claps) Walesa, Gormley, Crowe & Benn – we’ll never see their likes again Jimmy Reid, Aneurin Bevan - They’re all up there, to the left of Heaven Shes living down in Essex now, somewhere near Basildon I’ve lost my deposit, my marginal seat has swung Though I crave her lower middle, the class war’s lost & won She prefers the feel of Gucci on her heel to the thoughts of Mao Tse Tung Ch x2 Huddled by the brazier, as the smoke billows & curls My mind’s stuck on that picket line where she was my Union Girl
2.
2 Stroke (capo 2) C F C For all the artists and the musos, the drinkers and the lovers C F G With torn & tattered dreams and disappointed mothers C F C Trapped for all in eternity in passionately hated jobs C Dm G C A longing for what could’ve been & an irrational hatred of dogs After a life of messed up interviews & missed opportunity There’s a certain irony that keeps hounding me In my dead end job I’ve worked like a dog to remain creatively free Dm F G It’s a bitch that I don’t write better songs than these F C Career progression & CPD are million miles away from me F C G An alternative reality that’s far removed from mine F And that 2 stroke chugs on dutifully C Dm G C My life force ebbs away from me as the strimmer hits the dogshit one more time From the imagined safety of the gauze, I’ve time to repent Pause to reflect on a work life utterly misspent Chewing over past mistakes, misdemeanours & crimes As the nettles bow down before the strimmer line Outstanding in my field, I’m an expert I suppose Though you’d never guess it by the state of my clothes I’ve tried so hard to slip the leash, heaven knows But at least these days I strim with my mouth closed Chorus Career progression & CPD are million miles away from me An alternative reality that’s far removed from mine And that 2 stroke chugs on dutifully My life force ebbs away from me as the strimmer hits the dogshit one more time Instrumental (over verse) Am F C I’m resolved to change this point of view, find a better job to do Am F G7 Fulfil the potential that’s plain for all to see Am F C I’d tell my boss to stick his job, wipe the smile from his big fat gob Am F G Leave the bastard split lipped, upset & annoyed Dm F G7 It’s just a shame that I am self employed Career progression & CPD are million miles away from me An Alternative reality that’s far removed from mine And though that old 2 stroke still chugs away I vow this is my final day and that the strimmer’s hit the dogshit one last time Maybe the strimmer’s hit the dogshit one last time
3.
Party Drugs 03:16
Party Drugs G He says he’s going down the shed for quality time D We all know he’s really chopping a line He’ll be outwardly exuberant & feeling fine C G But inside a little bits died G D See, Dad’s been doing party drugs again He aint been this fucked, he aint took this much C Since I can’t think when G D Dad’s been doing party drugs again His frontal lobe’s fucked & his septum’s a gone-er He’s whiffed more sniff than Maradona C G Dad’s been doing party drugs again Trying to recreate the 80’s Manchester scene With silly hats, glow sticks & vapo-rub cream The Mondays & the Roses & Primal Scream Still “Mad for it” in his dreams Dad’s been doing party drugs again He aint been this fucked, he aint took this much Since I can’t think when Dad’s been doing party drugs again His gone all gurney & his puils are swelling The tell-tale signs of a twisted melon Dad’s been doing party drugs again Bm Am G But when the party’s over & Blue Tuesday comes back round Bm Am G He’ll be sobbing uncontrollably, his chin scraping the ground Bm Am G He’ll be longing for the good times when Mum was still around Bm Am D And like a vain hope of fellatio, no succour can be found Dad’s been doing party drugs again He aint been this fucked, he aint took this much Since I can’t think when Dad’s been doing party drugs again He cant stop shaking & sniffing & crying He’s chewing like Fergie during extra time Dad’s been doing party drugs again Instrumental (over Bm Am G x3 Bm Am D) Yeah, Dad’s been doing party drugs again He’s been this way since Mum fucked off with his best friend Dad’s been doing party drugs again D Been piling down the pill s & the powders in the clubs Mitsis, Meow-meow & little white Doves But it just don’t matter how many drugs C G It still don’t kill the pain
4.
Kennard Middle Rhyne Guitar capo 5 Intro Em A7 Em G Down with the frogs, mid the mud & the mussels A7 Sits a sparkling stone of unusual lustre Em G All that’s left of love’s bluff & bluster A7 A 9 carat ring with a fake diamond cluster Em A7 Down in the depths in the back of beyond Picked by the sticklebacks & spat by the swans There was a time when this pretty ring Was flashed around town on a delicate finger Em A7 She was high & flighty in a festival haze He tall & handsome in conventional ways She fell in love on fine summer’s day When she was out walking, he was making the hay Em A7 Flaming love burned like fire fanned By the following wind of a whirling romance Round & round like a dervish dance But it all turned round they never had a chance Oh no….. Em A7 A7 Em But can you picture the scene? G D Going with the flow of love’s young dream A7 Like the rushes & the duckweed in the lazy stream Em G Kissing on the sleeper bridge that crosses between D A7 The lonely slopes on the banks of the Kennard Middle Rhyne She promised togetherness, she promised everything They went to the city for to buy her a ring With her rocks & a smile sure her heart was singing With dreams of family & wedding bells ringing He promised her forever but he didn’t even try She sat alone at home with tears in her eyes Yet another morning when he hadn’t come back She packed up her bags & said “that was that” Oh no….. But can you picture the scene? The rude awakening from love’s young dream Drowned in the water of the dirty stream Crying on the sleeper bridge that crosses between The lonely slopes on the banks of the Kennard Middle Rhyne Em A7 Instrumental over chorus Em A7 Em A7 She left him a note under the frying pan Saying she’ gone back to find a better plan She went back to where it all began To fling that ring just as far as she can On that bridge in the shadow of the Tor Plagued by happy memories from years before She took off the jewel for the final time And played for a fool she kissed it goodbye Oh no…… At the end of the dream There was barely a shout there was narey a scream Just a single teardrop in a sea of green Just a “drip” & a “plop” to break the water’s sheen By the lonely slopes on the banks of the Kennard Middle Rhyne At the end of the dream There was barely a shout there was narey a scream Just a single teardrop in a sea of green Just a “drip” & a “plop” to break the water’s sheen By the lonely slopes on the banks of the Kennard Middle Rhyne Em A7 Em A7 Em
5.
Australia 05:53
Australia G C We watched Skippy, Paul Hogan & Neighbours G C We met those distant relatives from Hobart G C We swore one day we’d take that trip down under Am C D To see teeming flocks of Budgies & Galahs But time, tide & Oncology wait for no woman or man We chased so many other dreams & other schemes & plans We never found the spare time or a spare 2 or 3 grand Now it seems we never ever can Chorus D C It looks like we’ll never see Australia C C Like we always said we’re going to do C Em C Em C D The closest to the outback we ever got was a day at Bristol Zoo D C Where you’re going I hope there’s barbies, sun & sea & surf & sand D C I’ve come back from walkabout to hold your hand D C If you were just a day away I could cope OK Am C D But you’re going much farther than Van Dieman’s Land I promise you one day I’ll make that trip down there I’ll tell you all about it in my rambling tearful prayers I’ll see Sydney. Darwin, Brisbane, Perth & Alice Springs And the creek where the Kookaburra sings We joked about the spiders that lurk beneath the pot The jellyfish & sharks & sea snakes too But to be bitten by a Taipan or swallowed by a Croc Is so much betterthan whats happening to you Chorus Instrumental (over verse) Break C D When I want to waltz with Matlida C D When I want to see that sun- a –rise C D I’ll have to dance alone there without ya Am C D And watch the dawn with tears in my eyes Chorus D C I t looks like we’ll never see Australia….
6.
3 Black Crows capo 2 Intro Am E7 riffing Verse 1 Am Theres 3 black Crows sitting in the Ash tree They’ve called a Corvid parliament to discuss me E7 And when they’ve “caw-ed” concensus and they’ve reached their deathly pact Am They’ll ratify their bills until they’ve passed their special act Verse 2 The first crow he wants all to know he’s pecking both my eyes While next one he’s identified my tongue as his great prize And the third he is a clever bird & he’ll sit bide his time Until the gasses push the maggots out of my ass for him to dine Pre chorus C F G They’ll pick and pull my carcass with their beaks of shining coal C F G Gorge on my decaying flesh and swallow tissues whole C F G Let them take their share cos I don’t care, there’s one thing that I know F Dm G They’ll never take my soul F G C They’ll never take my soul Verse 3 Down at the bottom of the old graveyard there’s a fat & wily worm He sits & he waits with a 1000 of his mates until he gets his turn To pick the meat off of my bones as they wriggle and they squirm Until my body has distintegrated & into dust returns Pre chorus Let mother natures undertakers and other sundry pests Squabble over body parts that they think taste the best Worms & maggots, carrion crows, granfers & all the rest They’ll never take my soul They’ll never take my soul Chorus F C My soul soars with the skylark in his summer singing flight F C Not rotting deep down underground or with dark birds of the night F C And when I go I hope you know my spirit’s going to the light F Dm G They’ll never take my soul F G C They’ll never take my soul Verse 4 Rich man poor man billionnaire or beggar on the dole When you’re done gone the only difference is the depth of your grave hole Or the wood that makes your casket or the letters on your stone And as all we walk together hand in hand into that great unknown Chorus My soul soars with the skylark in his summer singing flight Not rotting deep down underground or with dark birds of the night And when I go I hope you know my spirit’s going to the light Coz they’ll never take my soul They'll never take my soul
7.
Stay Drunk! 04:06
Stay Drunk! Capo IV – E blues C Now drinking in the morning’s alright by me But they take a dim view in authority F It seems they’re most insistent on sobriety C When operating plant & machinery The bank’s foreclosed cos my job’s gone away I wont sit down moping round the house all day F G Beg a penny or a shekel or a euro or a cent or a dime F G C Or steal what it takes to stay drunk all the time All the great romances & heroines kissed Royal love affairs & classical myths Courtly love & sexual bliss All came about cos they’re all half pissed If you’re up all night drinking from the loving cup She wont be so lovely once you’ve sobered up If your convictions are anything like mine You’ll take my advice & stay drunk all the time F Over 1000s of years of human history C Great strides have been made after 2 or maybe 3 F Cos science, medicine & discovering new lands C Cant be carried out by shaking hands C The guilt & the shame & the hangover Are what separate the pro from the amateur F G Headaches & shakes can be avoided if you’re so inclined F C G One simple step – stay drunk all the time Instrumental Slow tremolo C Well I had me a wife & I loved her dear As to where she is now I’m not exactly clear F G No forwarding address, it’s like she fled the scene of a crime F G C She just left me a note that read “Stay Drunk All The Time!” Whistle/Kazoo
8.
The Best Thing F I’ve 2 strong arms to hold you tight & keep you from harm on the darkest of nights Bb F Though I’m not a fighter, I’d fight to the end for you I’ve qualifications, diplomas, degrees from august institutions & academies Certified by universities if ever you need to see proof Dm F C Any claims that I make. wether honest or fake are only there to hide the truth I could set out my stall, try to fool them all but really what’s the use Bb F C When all are agreed & I’m proud to concede that in all likelihood it is true Gm Bb C F That the best thing about me is you I’m no DiCaprio, Clooney or Pitt, a face from a Crimewatch Photofit I try to make up with my sparkling wit & sometimes that’s what I do My sporting prowess is legend in my mind but my best football days are now decades behind me Those premiership scouts must all’ve been blind, my potential was spotted by you Any claims that I make. wether honest or fake are only there to hide the truth I could set out my stall, try to fool them all but really what’s the use It’s the word on the street & everyone you meet subscribes to the same point of view The best thing about me is you Instrumental (over FBbF x4, C,Bb x2 then return to F) Dm The best thing F The best thing Dm The best thing F The best thing Gm Bb C The best thing about me is you All are agreed & I’m proud to concede that in all likelihood it is true It’s the word on the street & everyone you meet subscribes to the same point of view Gm Bb C The best thing about me is you Gm Bb C F The best thing about me is you
9.
A curse on the bandstand (waltz) Intro Verse 1 F Dm F A curse on the bandstand that stands in the Rec F C Where first I kissed you & we always met F Dm F I felt like a king there with you by my side F C A curse on the bandstand & the tears in my eyes Verse 2 A curse on the roundabouts, the swings and the slides Where we’d laugh together on warm summer nights The taste of your lipstick and Marlboro lights A curse on the bandstand for making me cry Chorus Bb F Oft times alone, I go back there for torture Bb C Sit on my own there & dream dreams of you F Dm F But you’re far way and in love with another F C I’m on the bandstand lonely and blue Instrumental Verse 3 A curse on the bandstand and the memories that haunt me. Your school summer dress and your eyes of blue Those cruel words still come back to taunt me A curse from this mouth that broke us in two Bb F I’d cut out this tongue for it’s foolish behaviour Bb C The cruel and unusual things that it said F Dm F By the time I’d stopped cursing, I’d said what I’d said to you F C My tongue stopped wagging but our love was dead Instrumental Verse 4 I f I had my way, I’d take a bulldozer Knock down the bandstand and haul it away Smash up the playpark & grass it all over So the memories wont hurt me till my dying day Verse 5/reprise A curse on the bandstand that stands in the Rec Where first I kissed you & we always met I felt like a king there with you by my side A curse on the bandstand & the tears in my eyes
10.
Sunshine 02:54
G On the weather forecast there’s an isobar chart C Yellow storm warning with the rain about to start G D And we’d all run for cover if we were even half smart G I’ll spare thought for those in peril on the sea F A7 Biscay, Rockall, Digger & Cromarty G Am D G But there’s still 1000 millibars & a high above my heart Chorus G Let the rain fall down on this old hick town, C Till the rats down the bottom of the drain get drowned G D And the puddles and the floods swallow up the sodden ground G Let the water wash the top of my head till it shines C A7 Steaming up my shades till I’m nearly blind G Am D G Cos when I’m with you I got sunshine on my mind V2 Outside the temperatures minus fifteen I’m chipping at the ice inside the windscreen But the wild winter weather just don’t bother me Though in February’s chill everything looks dead As long as we’re together, I got August in my head I just need your loving & it’s 25 degrees Chorus Instrumental Break C G There’s a big fat high & deep blue skies sitting over the Azores C A7 D But back here at home in more temperate zone the rain just pours & pours C G Your love everyday just takes me away to those tropical Atlantic shores C Am C D So let the gutters over run, I’ll just bask in the sun of love of the one I adore Chorus

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released November 14, 2014

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John D Revelator Glastonbury, UK

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John D Revelator are John Diment (guitar, mandolin, cigar box, whistles & accordion). Ann Diment (percussion, washboard & backing vocals). , Geraint Coll (Guitar) Simon Morey (bass & backing vocal) and Richard Chant on Drums & Backing vocals.
We do songs of love loss, death, ditches, rabbits & revolution.

From the heart of the West Country with love!
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