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The Shed Sessions Vol. II

by John D Revelator

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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
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Action Man 04:48
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
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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
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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.
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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
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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

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released November 24, 2013

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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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