WR3 & The Singing Schoolteacher

I’ve not long finished a series of songs that reflect my return to the Midlands, its been a cathartic August writing and recording demos and I hope to have the album ready for next years release. I’m just planning the recording proper, I’ll update everyone when I know and try and film and share something of the process [which I always mean to do but never seem to get around to]. Heres a song from the new collection [working title WR3], its a tribute song to the late great Clifford T Ward who taught us English at school in the early 1970s, its  a song about his approach and his attitude, his encouragement and his ability to level with the kids. He was an inspiration…hope you enjoy it, and feel free to share and comment, xx

The Singing Schoolteacher

A Singing Schoolteacher shaped my history
Taught us English for a year his name was Clifford T
And on the last day of term he walked to school with me
The both of us just couldn’t wait to leave and be… free…

If you don’t like poetry you can take yourself away
Do a little private study in the Lemon Tree cafe
Stay only if you want to read the sonnets and the prose
And begin to appreciate the significance of the rose as a romantic metaphor…

John Dunn, Wordsworth and the Bard were soon ignored
We just listened to stories of Bronko and Dandilion records
We didn’t do a lot of poetry
He set the homework but homework was the enemy

When he appeared on TOTPs it was like all our dreams had come true
Glued to the TV with our parents too who
Collected cuttings from the Bromsgrove Messenger
About the Singing Schoolteacher

The Singing School Teachers career stalled
It’s a fickle business come the rise and fall
I followed him from a distance footnotes in NME
Another MOR singer now Punk Rock casualty

And then I moved up north and things drifted away from me…
My mother called and asked me did I know? I said no?
She’d heard a tribute on the Terry Wogan show
Clifford T passed away I thought you’d like to know

I said he was someone I wished I’d got to know
But somehow never did,
He was an inspiration when I was a kid
He still is…

 

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