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Alun Davies - Daydo

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Side 1
 
Market Place
Old Boubon Real Audio
Portabello Road
Poor Street
Abram Brown Continued
 
Side 2
 
Waste of Time
I'm Gonna Love You Too
Vale of Tears
I'm Late
Warrior

DAYDO is a poem: A Sweet Thursday album: is telling me to play louder when the heavy trucks rolled by: is a friend of Cat Stevens songs: is living for today, laughing at yesterday, and writing for tomorrow.

In this album, long awaited by friends and the first of many, are reflected the feelings and experiences, the joys and sorrows of time spent in the market place with Alex Campbell, Spencer Davis, Gerry Lockran, a host of others including myself, and, more recently, Cat Stevens, who perhaps more than anyone is responsible for introducing Alun as a major artist who stands alone and steps to his own tune.

It’s rare these days that my path crosses Alun’s, for different groups travel different routes, but when we do meet again I have a feeling it will be in a concert hall on his own tour, sitting in the front row alongside all the other friends he’s worked with. It is impossible for words to describe the music as they would serve only to confuse and you who listen will find your own words no doubt better than mine, as the only things you need for this album are ears and plenty of them.

Jon Mark

MARK/ALMOND
SUMMER 1972
 

Lyrics:

MARKET PLACE
 
HOW LONG, HOW LONG SINCE I HEARD THAT SONG
OH, I’D PLAY IT FOR YOU ALL NIGHT LONG
I’D PLAY IT FOR YOU ALL NIGHT LONG.
 
OH, LADY YOU HAD EASY GRACE
BUT I LEFT YOU FOR THE MARKET PLACE
DON’T TRIP, DON’T FALL WAS ALL SHE SAID.
 
WALKING THROUGH THE MARKET PLACE
CAN’T SEE NO SKY ABOVE ME
I SOMETIMES THINK I SEE YOUR FACE
IN CROWDS OH HOW YOU LOVED.
 
I STILL CAN HEAR THAT TUNE I PLAYED
AS ON MY HOTEL BED I LAID
OH SHOW TO ME THE WAY BACK I PRAYED.
 
BLIND BOY WHO’S LOST YOU ONCE HAD FOUND
THE SECRET PATH UP TO HIGHER GROUND
TOWARDS THE MOUNTAINS AWAY FROM TOWN.
 
WALKING THROUGH THE MARKET PLACE...
 
OLD BOURBON
 
I FOUND A LITTLE BLACK DOG OUT NEW ORLEANS
WHERE THE RAIN CHANGES HARD STREETS INTO STREAMS.
AS THE DAY FADED DARK FROM UNDER A CAR
CREPT A LITTLE BLACK DOG, COLD WET COAT
HAS THIS LITTLE BLACK DOG.
 
SOMEHOW THOSE EYES THEY PULLED ME AWAY
FROM MY PLACE AT THE BAR, BAR AT THE BOTTOM OF OLD BOURBON STREET
THE ONLY PLACE TO GO OUT IN NEW ORLEANS
A COLD WET NIGHT OUT IN NEW ORLEANS.
 
WON’T SOMEONE STOP A MOMENT SHOULD YOU
SEE HIM ON THE STREET
THERE’S PLENTY LITTLE BLACK DOGS I WILL NEVER GET TO MEET.
 
I CRIED TO THIS SMALL, GHOST OF A DOG
WHO HAD NOTHING AT ALL, WAS ALL SKIN AND BONES
OH MY LITTLE BLACK DOG, WON’T YOU COME AWAY WITH ME
FOR I’D FEED YOU AND KEEP YOU AWAY FROM THIS HOLE
THEY CALL OLD BOURBON
A COLD WET HOLE DOWN IN NEW ORLEANS.
 
PORTOBELLO ROAD
 
GETTING HUNG UP ALL DAY ON SMILES, WALKING DOWN PORTOBELLO ROAD FOR MILES
MEETING STRANGERS IN INDIAN BOOTS AND YELLOW TIES AND OLD BROWN SUITS
GROWING OLD IS MY ONLY DANGER.
 
CUCKOO CLOCKS AND PLASTIC SOCKS, LAMPSHADES OF OLD ANTIQUE LEATHER
NOTHING LOOKS WEIRD NOT EVEN A BEARD, OR THE BOOTS MADE OUT OF FEATHERS
 
OH I KEEP WALKING MILES TILL I FEEL A
BROOM BENEATH MY FEET
OR THE HAWKING EYES OF AN OLD STUFFED
BULL ACROSS THE STREET.
 
NOTHING’S THE SAME IF YOU SEE IT AGAIN
IT’LL BE BROKEN DOWN TO LITTER
OH AND THE CLOTHES, EVERYONE KNOWS
THAT THAT DRESS WILL NEVER FIT HER
 
POOR STREET
 
I WAS BORN ON POOR STREET, FEW MILES OUTSIDE TOWN
MY PEOPLE THEY HAD NO MONEY, EVERYBODY THEY PUT US DOWN,
THEY PUT US DOWN. . . THEY PUT US DOWN
I GOT RAISED, BROUGHT UP AND SPAWNED THERE,
I COME OUT OF POOR STREET YESTERDAY.
 
TAKE JUST TWO STEPS FORWARD, I HAVE TO TAKE THREE BACK
AND I JUST CAN’T GET NOWHERE FOR ALL OF THAT
YAK YAK YAKETTY YAK
I WON’T GO BACK. . . NO I WON’T GO BACK
‘CAUSE I GOT RAISED, BROUGHT UP AND SPAWNED THERE,
I COME OUT OF POOR STREET YESTERDAY.
 
SINCE THE DAY I LEFT THE YARD I BEEN A WORKING OH SO HARD
TO BE A BIG MAN, TO BE A BIG MAN
BUT NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRIED, I NEVER JUST COULD GET BY
AND MAKE IT UP INTO THE BIG TIME.
 
LYING DOWN HERE IN THE BASEMENT,
I DREAM OF LIVING UP IN THE SKY,
LOOKING OUT A PENTHOUSE WINDOW WATCHING THE WORLD BELOW GO BY
BUT I CAN’T FLY. . . OH NO I CAN’T FLY, WELL NOT THAT HIGH
‘CAUSE I GOT RAISED, BROUGHT UP AND SPAWNED THERE
I COME OUT OF POOR STREET YESTERDAY.
 
ABRAM BROWN CONTINUED
 
OLD ABRAM BROWN IS DEAD AND GONE YOU WON’T SEE HIM NO MORE
HE USED TO WEAR A LONG BROWN COAT THAT BUTTONED UP BEFORE
 
ABRAM BROWN KEEPS HIS BRITCHES ON NIGHT AND DAY
TAKES THEM DOWN ONLY WHEN THE STITCHES ARE GONE ALL THE WAY
BACK FROM THE LAND AND ABRAM’S HOME AGAIN HUNGRY AS HELL
GOOD JOB HE’S GOT A WIFE WHO CAN COOK
SHE BAKES A PIE OUT OF PIGEON AND ROOK
BUT WHAT GOES IN DOESN’T COME FROM A BOOK I’VE HEARD TELL.
 
ABRAM BROWN HE RIDES A TRICYCLE ONCE IN A WHILE
WHY BITE OFF MORE THAN YOU CAN CHEW
HE SAYS WITH A SMILE
OPENING TIME HE’S ON THE BOOZE DOWN THE ROAD
IT’S NOT THAT HE GETS DRUNK UNDERSTAND
HE JUST LIKES THE FEEL OF A GLASS IN HIS HAND
SO WON’T SOMEBODY HELP HIM TO STAND AND SHARE THE LOAD.
 
OH ABRAM, SHOW US A LEG AND TELL US ABOUT YOUR DAD ‘CAUSE EVER SINCE THEY LAID HIM DOWN THE DAISIES BEEN GROWING LIKE MAD.
 
ABRAM BROWN HE SINGS LIKE A NIGHTINGALE AT HARVEST HOME
HOW’S HE GONNA FEED ALL THOSE KIDS WHEN THEY’RE FULLY GROWN~
ABRAM’S CAP FALLS OVER HIS EYES AS HE SCRATCHES HIS HEAD,
DOWN AT THE STONE WHERE HE SHARPENS HIS KNIFE
HE LIKES TO TALK AND THINK OF HIS LIFE
THERE’S THINGS HE WON’T EVER TELL TO HIS WIFE, SO HE TELLS ME INSTEAD
 
OH, ABRAM BROWN I WISH THAT YOU NEVER HAD TO DIE
I DON’T LIKE TO LOSE THE TASTE OF THE SWEET BYE AND BYE
DON’T YOU SEE THE COMBINE A’COMING IT SAYS YOU’RE TOO SLOW
SO LIGHT YOUR WAY WITH A CANDLE TO BED,
PULL YOUR NIGHT.CAP OVER YOUR HEAD.
YOU’VE SAID EVERYTHING THAT THERE IS TO BE SAID NOW IT’S TIME TO GO.
 
WASTE OF TIME
 
YOU RIDE ON A TRAIN THAT NEVER COMES MY WAY
STOP AT PLACES I DON’T KNOW
TAKING A PATH YOU HOPE FOR HEAVEN
OH BEAR US UP ACROSS THE BROKEN ROAD
AND PLACE ME DOWN IN COUNTRIES THAT I KNOW
TURN ON A LIGHT SORT OUT THE LIGHT FROM THE GLOOM
TURN ON A LIGHT LET THE LIGHT SHINE IN YOUR ROOM
 
ADRIFT IN A SEA THAT DOESN’T HAVE NO SHORE NO SIGN OF LAND COMES INTO VIEW
WANDERING STARS WE HAVE TO STEER FROM
DELIVER US UP FROM THE STORMY SEA
AND GUIDE THE SHIP INTO THE ESTUARY
TURN ON A LIGHT, LET THE LIGHT SHINE IN YOUR ROOM
TURN ON A LIGHT, SORT OUT THE LIGHT FROM THE GLOOM
 
WE LIVE IN A WORLD OF ENDLESS CORRIDORS
WHICH LOCK IN TIME AND SHUT OUT SPACE
I DON’T KNOW WHY BUT WE’VE ALL STOPPED SMILING
WASTE OF TIME HONEY, WASTE OF TIME
IN TIMES LIKE THESE ITS JUST A WASTE OF TIME
TURN ON A LIGHT, LET THE LIGHT SHINE IN YOUR ROOM
TURN ON A LIGHT, SORT OUT THE LIGHT FROM THE GLOOM
 
VALE OF TEARS
 
COME SEE THE GIRL WHO SLIPS OUT ON THE STREET,
THERE’S MYSTERY
WITHIN THOSE EYES, STRAW SHOES ON HER FEET
MY EYES A CAMERA, A LOOKING GLASS, I SEE THE
PRESENT FUTURE PAST
AND I WATCH HER, AS SHE WALKS, I KNOW WHERE I COULD STAY
 
IF I COULD STILL THE STREET WITH MY EYE, I’D BLINK IT
IF I COULD FREEZE THE STREET IN MY MIND, I’D THINK IT
SHE IS THE MIRAGE FANTASY
OH I TELL YOU FRIENDS IF TIME COULD FALL DOWN A DEEP WELL
I KNOW WHERE I COULD DWELL.
 
IN A HOTEL, CLOSE BY TO THE COLUSEUM
HOLDING A SHELL, WAY UP TO MY EAR
AND I CAN TELL, WE KNOW EACH OTHER VERY WELL.
 
MADAMOISELLE WHERE DO YOU WALK TO, IN A DARK VEIL
YOU SCORCH THE GRASS BENEATH YOUR FEET
YOU SHAKE THE SKY DOWN TO THE GROUND
CLEOPATRA AND JOAN OF ARC, GUINEVERE HOLDING A SHELL TO MY EAR
LIKE A TRAILING ROOT FINDS RAIN IN THE SAND
I FOUND YOU
LIKE HAMMERED BELL RINGING OUT IN THE LAND
WOULD SOUND YOU
YOU’RE MELTING ON THE COBBLED STONE, I’M CAST ASIDE LIKE SOME GNAWED BONE
LET’S BOARD A BOAT AND SAIL AWAY DOWN A RIVER WE KNOW
I KNOW WHERE WE COULD GO
TO A CHATEAU, CLOSE BY TO THE LOUVRE MUSEUM
WE WOULD LIE LOW JUST PLAYING FOR TIME
BUT OH I KNOW, A VEIL OF TEARS DISSOLVES THE SHOW
 
YOUNG WARRIOR
 
OH THE YOUNG WARRIOR, HE STOOD SO PROUD
HE NEVER EVER THOUGHT HE’D GET CAPTURED BY THE CROWD
NO WE NEVER EVER THOUGHT WE’D SEE YOU LAID DOWN LOW
WHERE’S THE FEVER, WHERE’D THE FEVER GO
NO THOUGHT OF DANGER OR FEAR OF PAIN
AS DEEP INSIDE A FURNACE BRAIN , HE’D BURN AND BURN
A HOLY FLAME
OH, HE BROKE ALL LOCKS SCATTERED CHAINS AND LOCKS
I SAID OH THE MOON IS FADING DARK MY FRIEND
SO EASY TO TRIP AND THEN NEVER GET UP AGAIN
 
CHAIRMEN OF EVIL TALKED YOU DOWN, BURIED YOUR HEAD IN BAD ACID TOWN
LOOSE AND CRAZY, YOU TOOK IT ALL, THEY BORE YOU DOWN TO FUNERAL HALL
LIKE MANY OTHERS I HAD KNOWN YOU DROPPED YOUR SHIELD YOU STOOD ALONE
OH GORGON EYES TURNED YOU TO STONE
NO REST IN PEACE, HE SLEW THE ENEMIES
I SAID OH THE MOON IS FADING DARK MY FRIEND
SO EASY TO TRIP AND THEN NEVER GET UP AGAIN
 
LIE EASY MAD ANGEL, DON’T YOU LAY DOWN
FLY LIKE THE DEVIL HIDE UNDERGROUND
LISTEN TO THE WARNING HORN IN YOUR HEAD
DON’T TAKE A BITE OUT OF BAD APPLE RED

 

A Rolling Stone Review of Daydo LP

 
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