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All That's Changed vol 1

by The Living Archive Band

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1.
The Permanent Way Kevin Adams Granite for ballast and sleepers of pine Cut through the country in a very straight line. Depart and arrive the very same day On the London to Birmingham Railway On the permanent way On the permanent way On the permanent way London to Birmingham the very same day. Train coming out of Linslade tunnel White smoke streaming from the funnel Pistons pumping, drive wheels hum Folks in Fenny surely hear us come. Look down there that's Denbigh Hall Hardly a sign of life at all Turned round here when the line was new Now we just keep rolling through Slow goods up, fast mail down Rattling the windows through Wolverton Town Never mind the cinders, never mind the smoke Wolverton people are railway folk Steam train coming, powerful sound Darken the sky and shake the ground. If you live to a hundred and three It's the fastest thing you'll ever see.
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Stantonbury Village words & music: J Cunningham A barge horse pulls the Sunday School treat to Fenny Stratford, Girls are making flowers for Whitsun Fete, If you’re waiting in Bradwell for a train to Newport Pagnell, You can wait forever ‘cos it’s always late! Come to Stantonbury Village – Smell of treacle from corner shops To stay and have a chat won’t do you any damage, It’s Nineteen Eight and the clock now stops Mr Master, he’s a master baker Come in close and you’ll hear his boast – If there’s twelve in your house and a new bun in your oven, He will find a corner for your Sunday roast. See these windows for your table dainties, Percy Styles advertises Mazzawattee tea. Tuppence and a farthing for granulated sugar, Special this week and the smile is free Buy some oysters from Bert and Harry Busby, Live every week from Yarmouth town Harry’s a bachelor and cheeky with the barmaids Bert does his very best to calm him down There’s a man, Henery the Barber – His door’s always open for a trim or a shave Mr Fred'rick Seabrook, Undertaker Provides the last one before the Reverend Leggatt – he’s for the Methodists, There’s a local Baptist Chapel too, Charlie Daniels is from the Sally Army – There’s sure to be religion to satisfy you. Oh no! How could we forget him? The Reverend Newman ‘Joey’ Guest Vicar of St James’ and don’t you ever let him Get you in an argument – God knows best So take your train from Stantonbury Village The smell of treacle is in your nose. The Sunday School Barge has come back to the village, It’s Nineteen Eight and the clock now goes.
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Settling In 04:08
Settling In Kevin Adams Step out of the front door to a world that's strange and new Everything's so different up here Brickwork chimneys are the only landmarks in my view And on a foggy morning even they will disappear I never use the bus because I don't know where it stops Lost before I've travelled half a mile Consolation is awaiting if I find the shops 'Cos everybody talks to me and greets me with a smile Across the garden fences Neighbourhood life commences We're settling in, We're settling in. Look out of the back door at a garden yet to grow Don’t know where to start or what to do We never had a garden when we lived in furnished rooms And horticulture was a confined to afternoons at Kew Someone sold me lots of pretty coloured packs of seed Soon we shall have flowers everywhere I couldn't tell an orchid from a common garden weed So anything that grows here will look beautiful and rare Didn't bring too much with us from our old two room flat We can't afford much, we just do without. And if we need a helping hand we only have to ask Friends and neighbours doing favours turn and turn about There's plenty here from London that we knew before the war We're all becoming new town pioneers Our wagon train has crossed the plain, we’ve reached that promised land Won't belong before it seems we've all been here for years.
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The Valley of the Shadow words & music: Paul Clark Our great attack had failed, we'd nothing left to give. Our wounded hanging in the wire had little time to live. The German shells came screaming down To shred them where they lay, Abandoned in the valley of the shadow. The torn and shattered fields, the bits of wire and steel No blade of grass, or branch, or leaf, to make the place seem real. An ancient traveller passing by just couldn't help but say: “This surely is the valley of the shadow.” The battle ground at night would look as bright as day, As Very flares turned blackness into ugly, lifeless grey. The twisted shapes that once were men in senseless patterns lay, The tenants of the valley of the shadow. Let paintings of that scene be hung upon the wall In rooms where governments decide if men should stand or fall. We'd never go to war again if leaders had their say While looking at the valley of the shadow.
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Where My Heart Lies (long as winds blow) words & music: Paul Martin Men are so foolish, so rarely wise Cause for our sorrow and weary sighs Where my heart lies he’ll never know Sealed are my Lips long as winds blow I love the lads the tall and the fair Each one I choose thinks that I care Safe in their arms my heart can sing Take what I need ask for no ring My John was fair his eyes shone bright Warm in the stable that dark chill night In Woburn town my William too Swore on his life he would be true My son will love me to the end Who is his father? Let’s say a friend
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Worksong 03:40
Worksong words & music: Kevin Adams You were there to work, you didn't dare stop The foreman's office overlooked the shop In his bowler hat and his starched collar shirt You never saw the foreman with his hands in the dirt And up at the top of the Golden Stair The Superintendent in his stuffed leather chair Just look busy if he ever walked through You didn't bother him and he never saw you But nothing stays the same- Now management skills is the name of the game And it's hands-on this, and first names that And goodbye to the foreman's bowler hat. The charge hand hammers out the piecework rates Does his best for his family, his best for his mates We could build anything in metal or wood But we cost too much for our own damn good. See that finish in the Royal Train? You won't see anything as good as that again Now the very same skills of the very same man Are patching up panels on an old brake van Nothing stays the same Measured time is the name of the game And the time study man puts his watch on me And piecework rates are history ‘You've a job for life,’ said your old man But he didn't reckon with the Beeching plan. Now we don't build new, we just repair- You start to think you could work elsewhere. Twenty years later it's the same again At the stroke of the minister's fountain pen, Market forces, political fads - Kicked out on the dole one thousand lads. Nothing stays the same- Economic theory, the name of the game And it's streamline this and lose more fat And it’s jobs for the boys for the bureaucrat. Nothing stays the same Privatisation, the name of the game But it’s still true as it was back then The strength of the works is the skill of the men. The strength of the works is the skill of the men. The heart of the works is the skill of the men.
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There’s a War On words & music: John Close Signs saying ‘Sold Out’ are up in lots of shops A lot of pubs are closed up – they haven’t got a drop You have to act a bit sharp getting by these days And take advantage of the slightest chance that comes your way If you hear of bananas or oranges on sale Get there before the others, ‘cos they’ll ‘ave ‘em without fail – Can you blame them? What would you do? There’s a war on! Last Saturday the missus made a tasty corn-beef pie We bought some liquid paraffin so we could have a fry Though using lard instead of butter doesn’t seem so good And no-one gets their fresh fruit quite as often as they should You must admit that powdered egg takes you by surprise When you mix a cake and the damn thing doesn’t rise – Can you blame it? What would you do? There’s a war on! For all this talk of shortages and coupons and the rest There’s still a deal of folks who enjoy nothing but the best For all the regulations, it’s only common sense There’s still a great deal can be done with pounds shillings & pence There’s many a humble grocer who won’t give a second look If he should find a ten bob note inside your ration book Can you blame him? What would you do? There’s a war on! A local lad went walking with his girl the other day He stopped to buy some oranges in a shop along the way The grocer was polite but firm, he said, ‘I’m sorry son – But oranges are restricted to expectant mums’ The lad looked at his girl and winked and then he said ‘OK We’ll have our stroll and pop back in later on today…’ Can you blame him? What would you do? There’s a war on! There’s a war on! There’s a war on!
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I Want A Little More From Life Neil Mercer Here in this house, it’s not my home I dream of somewhere I can call my own A chance to start afresh would be so nice I want a little more from life The people here, they don’t complain They say be grateful if things stay the same But I’ll take no more of their advice I want a little more from life I’m not looking for La Dolce Vita I don’t expect a life of ease But I’m sure life could be sweeter Why am I so hard to please? What’s to be done? What should we do? We’ve got to work to make our dreams come true And though we wonder if it’s worth the price We want a little more from life People call me discontented Because I want something new But when I see how their dreams have ended What am I supposed to do? Here in this house, it’s not my home I dream of somewhere I can call my own A chance to start afresh would be so nice I want a little more from life I want a little more from life
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Old Bill the Carthorse Words & music: Paul Clark Now look at who's here- why it's Old Bill the Carthorse Plodding along up the street Look at him stumble, you'd think he might tumble The strangest old horse that you're likely to meet He's almost asleep on his feet. Now everyone knows he's slow motion itself When he's plodding up any old hill But when he comes down London Road to the town Why it's two hooves together and slide with a will An equine toboggan is Bill. Now building a business is lots of hard work But it's great with Old Bill at your side. When you're hawking and selling there just ain’t no telling Who'll nick a few bits- but old Bill has them spied. And he takes a good nip of their hide. He can be a right tell tale, the rotten old sod, If you stop in a pub for a few He'll mosey on home, all on his own You can have a good guess what the missus will do When you come home-she'll land one or two. Now I’ve sung you the story of Old Bill the Carthorse And all the strange things he can do People swear blind he was one of a kind But you start to wonder can all that be true? So I leave that judgement to you.
10.
The Bunny Run Kevin Adams Sunday afternoon we're out to take the air Up and down in Stony Town, see who else is walking there. Hoping that some day I'll find that certain special girl of mine. So I'm always there when the weather's fine On the Bunny Run Sunday afternoon, when we're walking in the street The lads stroll up and the girls walk down and ne'er the twain shall meet. There's a girl I've seen who's caught my eye so I gave her wink sort of on the sly And she winked back- now my, oh my ! Sunday afternoon, trying to impress Cleanest boots and Sunday suits - it's not a day of rest! You might stand a while in a shop doorway just to pass a little time of day Till Sergeant Rollings moves you on your way... Sunday afternoon only comes round once a week It's over far to soon, Monday looks so very bleak As the days go past I'm a sorry case but when I close my eyes I can see her face And I'll see her next week in the usual place.
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Violet’s Song Words & music: J Cunningham I met him on a Saturday, he looked smart in his uniform We strolled along Church Street with his sister May He didn’t talk much but said his name was Albert, Could he walk with me on Sunday? I said certainly, for my heart was a little wobbly… We said goodbye on Sunday I asked him for a photograph I think that maybe I was a little bold You don’t have very much time when you’re a soldier So I’ll send him off a letter, He will write to me, as my heart is a little wobbly… He’s learning to fight somewhere south of Aldershot It won’t be long now before he’s as the front I hope he’s on leave again I hope he’s home for Christmas When this blessed war is done We’ll have a chance to see why my heart is a little wobbly.
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The Wolverton Ambulance Train (The Khaki Train Song) Words & music: J Cunningham Now people who know about Wolverton May ask what we’ve done for the war Well some of our lads are over in France And we haven’t been asleep on the floor Come and see our new ambulance train Latest invention of the engineer’s brain There’s a cross on the roof And it’s painted in khaki They only missed one thing – and that was a bar! The train has sixteen long vehicles It measures some nine hundred feet Its three hundred and sixty two patients and staff Will enjoy ‘lectric light and steam heat Come and see our new ambulance train Latest invention of the engineer’s brain To keep down infection the seats are all hard Cross on the roof and it’s painted in Khaki They only missed one thing – and that was a bar! There are cars for the laying-down wounded And two for infectious disease A personnel car, a staff car, a couple of kitchens For mutton and hot mushy peas Come and see our new ambulance train Latest invention of the engineer’s brain There’s a cooler to freeze cheese for the guard To keep down infection the seats are all hard Cross on the roof and it’s painted in Khaki They only missed one thing – and that was a bar! The inside is of white enamel So dirt won’t collect anywhere And there’s not one corner the length of the train So a spider would die of despair Come and see our new ambulance train Latest invention of the engineer’s brain There’s a cooler to freeze, cheese for the guard To keep down infection, the seats are all hard Cross on the roof and it’s painted in Khaki They only missed one thing – and that was a bar! The pharmacy car will impress you With it’s medical comforts store There’s an office for the office And a drawer for his drawers And a treatment compartment next door Come and see our new ambulance train Latest invention of the engineer’s brain In the pharmacy car, stub out your cigar Cheese for the guard, but the seats are hard Cross on the roof and it’s painted in Khaki They only missed one thing – and that was a bar! The staff car’s reserved for the doctors And the nurses that sleep in there too But their beds are set at each end of the coach Fraternisation won’t do! Come and see our new ambulance train Latest invention of the engineer’s brain There’s separate quarters for nurses don’t laugh In the pharmacy car stub out your cigar Cheese for the guard but the seats are all hard There’s a cross on the roof and it’s painted in khaki They only missed one thing – and that was a bar! So our wounded will be treated in comfort In this field hospital upon rails No more jolting and jumping and lurching and bumping This is luxury in every detail Come and see our new ambulance train Latest invention of the engineer’s brain It’s as good as the Ritz for the patients and staff Separate quarters for nurses, don’t laugh In the pharmacy car stub out your cigar Cheese for the guard but the seats are all hard There’s a cross on the roof and it’s painted in khaki They only missed one thing – and that was a bar!
13.
What Do They Think We Are? words & music: Kevin Adams We had to leave our native city, which is really such a shame We are up the creek, what’s more we’re all at sea Had to move out to the country, which is nothing like the same We’re confused by all these fields and farms and trees And the locals’ exhibition of unnatural suspicion Doesn’t cheer us up, what’s more it gets us down I check the mirror daily for me horns and tail so scaly And I wish that I was back in London Town. Can you blame us for moving out of London? Can you blame us for leaving it for dead? When you've been fire-bombed and shot at you begin to feel quite got at And you're wondering is it something that I said? We are townies, there is no point in denying We are townies and we're really proud of that We would go back there at the double if it weren't a pile of rubble If old Hitler 'adn't tried to knock it flat What do they think we are? What do they think we are? The pearly bloomin’ monarchy or dockers on an 'oliday A costermonger from the Mile End Road What do they think we are? What do they think we are? Are we just characters from Dickens all out looking for rich pickings What do they think we are? We can't help it if we were born in London We can't help it if we're not true country stock We've come from tenements in Stepney, a one room flat in Hackney, Or a prefab round the back of Millwall Dock We can't help it if our kids aint country bumpkins If their cockney vowels drive teacher up the wall His complete exasperation at their lack of haspiration As they find the letter haitch is hunpronouncable- We can't help it if we’re not exactly local We can't help it if you think we don't fit in The air up here’s less smoky and the houses aint so poky But novelty is wearing rather thin. We extend the hand of friendship to our neighbours We say "good day", and " 'ow are you?" for all we're worth Seems like friendship's out of fashion, or perhaps it's on the ration, Maybe they haven't heard about it this far north.
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Back Home Again Words and music: Rod Hall Old Fritzy told me "Take a break lad, We think you're working much too hard" He sent a shell to help me on my way And blew me home to my back yard.. Now I'm back home again, back home again. There's so much that I remember Though I'm trying to forget. Now I'm back home again. Not so steady on me pins now And nothing seems to be too real. I must be looking quite a mess now If I'm looking how I feel. Don't talk to me about no heroes; If you'd been through what I've been through You'd stick two fingers in the air To Kitchener and all his crew.

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A freshly recorded selection of the best of the one hundred or so songs that have been written for various projects over the past 35 years.

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released June 1, 2009

Marion Hill & Sue Malleson: vocals
Brad Bradstock: vocals, guitar
Paul Clark: guitar, bass, vocals
Kevin Adams: fiddle, mandolin, guitar, vocals

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Kevin Adams at StudioBlend.

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An acoustic quintet with an emphasis on strong vocals to deliver both songs and the spoken word depicting the experiences of the people of North Buckinghamshire past and present. The inhabitants of the towns of Wolverton, Stony Stratford and Bletchley and of course the new city of Milton Keynes all have had something to say, and the Living Archive Band gives them a voice. ... more

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