Scotland Liverpool Blackpole

Rob and I just played a lovely show at The Stables in Cricklade,  a great little venue if you’re ever passing. Coming up we have a couple of gigs in Scotland, Glasgow and Edinburgh then back to Liverpool for a gig at Naked Lunch Cafe on Smithdown Road. The cafe formerly known as Ate Days a Week or Geds Cafe has had a total refurbishment. Ged died earlier in the year and the transformation of the cafe is tribute to his memory. Silver Meadows drummer Paul Tsanos has worked tirelessly to see the project to fruition. I’m looking forward to catching up with him at the show. All the gig details are here

I’ve started to post new album demos on Soundcloud, eleven songs with Worcestershire inklings working title WR3 . I’ll be recording it over the winter. Here’s a demo from the WR3 collection set in the world of the battle re enactor…feel free to share and comment and the likes, best VP


I got changed and stood out on the landing
Looking out across the fields of clay
Dressed up like one of Cromwell’s henchmen
It was August late bank holiday

I was living Crusoe’s dream in Blackpole
Studying the art of croft and law
My girl was watching old films on the TV
She’s mad for Michael Cane and Roger Moore

And the hills were alive with posters
For a far right wing campaign
When I said good-bye to my girlfriend she said
I think it’s going to rain

She never took to battle re enacting
But she understood and she never did complain

There’s a weird high before you go to battle
And you’re always keen to get the detail right
There are prizes for the most authentic costumes
And a busty wench is every mans delight

No soon as this battle had started
A crazy Cavalier hurtled past
And he stuck his sword beneath my breastplate
And I fell down into the mud bath

Amidst my band of brothers re creating battles past
Flags a scabbard pistols blunderbuss just a pike man and his staff

I lay there in the grass death took me swiftly
I didn’t feel a thing my heart stopped beating
And the battle it raged on and soon I was gone
There was nothing that could be done to save me

Now I float across the fields of Blackpole
Like every ghost who passed this way before
Frightening myself as much as anybody else
And meanwhile back in 1664
The spirit life suits me down to the ground
My girl married the undertaker the one who hung around

And they’re living in the same old house in Blackpole
I heard they plan to settle down

But I’ll be keeping an eye on them

Once upon a time I was Pike Man
In the English Civil War
And you’d find me in the alehouse
Live music and pussy galore…

In Blackpole


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