0:00:02 > 0:00:05We all apparently play the same instrument.
0:00:05 > 0:00:08Even though we're all finger style steel string guitar players,
0:00:08 > 0:00:09it's massively different.
0:00:09 > 0:00:13It is a pretty self-contained instrument
0:00:13 > 0:00:16and if you keep pushing boundaries then, you know,
0:00:16 > 0:00:19you're never going to get bored. I don't get bored.
0:00:19 > 0:00:21# ..Away from home... #
0:00:21 > 0:00:24I was dragged kicking and screaming from to my first folk club.
0:00:24 > 0:00:27"You'll hear some blues, great players there."
0:00:27 > 0:00:29I come out of blues and jazz, not of folk music.
0:00:29 > 0:00:33I played in folk clubs because it was the only place you could go and play the acoustic guitar.
0:00:33 > 0:00:36I grew up listening to American music,
0:00:36 > 0:00:38then went into the folk clubs
0:00:38 > 0:00:41and got this complete brain-load of British music,
0:00:41 > 0:00:44English traditional music was really big.
0:00:46 > 0:00:49We have known each other for such a long time,
0:00:49 > 0:00:53but seen each other so rarely over the years. It's mad.
0:00:53 > 0:00:55- We don't live in each other's pockets.- Not really.
0:00:55 > 0:00:57APPLAUSE
0:01:17 > 0:01:21# Someone's funeral, old Miss Do is bouncing through the quarter
0:01:21 > 0:01:26# Henry hurries to the barn down there on the Cator
0:01:26 > 0:01:30# The morning stinks of last night's fun, the morning sidewalk's sticky
0:01:30 > 0:01:34# Henry chain smokes, Camel Lights sucks down his second Dixie
0:01:34 > 0:01:37# He says, dear boy
0:01:37 > 0:01:40# They just don't understand me how could they?
0:01:40 > 0:01:44# They've not seen the things that I've seen
0:01:44 > 0:01:45# Even then...
0:01:45 > 0:01:48# Why should they believe me?
0:01:48 > 0:01:52# They look at me now, not at what I have been
0:01:52 > 0:01:54# Dear boy...
0:01:56 > 0:01:58# We lived in Paris
0:01:58 > 0:02:03# Bought Lilly a piano for the place in Mont Marte, look at me now
0:02:03 > 0:02:09# And I know they despise me but what can they know
0:02:09 > 0:02:12# Of the love in my heart
0:02:31 > 0:02:35# Lilly comes back from the charity we carry her up the stairs
0:02:35 > 0:02:39# Henry, he's too old to help he just stands and swears
0:02:39 > 0:02:43# Some day soon she won't come back nothing is more certain
0:02:43 > 0:02:48# I should be a lonely actor waiting for the curtain
0:02:48 > 0:02:52# Dear boy, at the Pussycat she worked for Miss Dixie
0:02:52 > 0:02:56# And some people thought she was one of the girls
0:02:56 > 0:02:59# Oh, you should have seen us
0:02:59 > 0:03:04# So handsome, so pretty she was always my Lilly
0:03:04 > 0:03:07# The flower of my world, dear boy...
0:03:08 > 0:03:13# Why do you come back here? The world is your oyster
0:03:13 > 0:03:15# What makes you stay?
0:03:15 > 0:03:20# One morning we wake up and age has us prisoner
0:03:20 > 0:03:25# If it wasn't for Lilly I'd be far away
0:04:01 > 0:04:05# Hustlers hustle, frat boys were chasing down cheap thrills
0:04:05 > 0:04:09# They fry their brains with hurricanes, pay with sweaty bills
0:04:09 > 0:04:12# Disco blares from double play there's a shuffle
0:04:12 > 0:04:15# A second line beating Henry shambles
0:04:15 > 0:04:17# Home again down to Cator Street
0:04:17 > 0:04:21HE SCATS
0:04:39 > 0:04:41CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
0:04:50 > 0:04:52Thank you very much.
0:04:52 > 0:04:56When I first saw this gentleman on my right, play when I was about 14 years old.
0:04:56 > 0:04:59And I was really thinking he was extremely good
0:04:59 > 0:05:02and then he started playing slide with his wedding ring
0:05:02 > 0:05:05and that was it, I was sold, completely sold. Michael Chapman.
0:05:05 > 0:05:07APPLAUSE
0:05:34 > 0:05:37# Two postcards of Scarborough
0:05:37 > 0:05:41# Just to keep in my mind
0:05:41 > 0:05:43# To hide away up there
0:05:45 > 0:05:47# Help me remind
0:05:47 > 0:05:51# Myself of time past and time passing
0:05:57 > 0:05:59# I went down the Harbour
0:05:59 > 0:06:03# Just to catch a bite to eat
0:06:03 > 0:06:05# Boats along the quay
0:06:05 > 0:06:08# And seagulls round my feet
0:06:08 > 0:06:10# It reminds me
0:06:10 > 0:06:13# Of when we're here together
0:06:18 > 0:06:22# The food, it was so tasteless
0:06:22 > 0:06:25# The wine was so stale
0:06:25 > 0:06:27# I looked in the mirror
0:06:27 > 0:06:30# And my face, it was so pale
0:06:31 > 0:06:34# It's so different
0:06:34 > 0:06:36# When we're here together
0:06:41 > 0:06:44# And I sleep in the same room
0:06:44 > 0:06:47# And the walls are so white
0:06:47 > 0:06:49# But there's nothing
0:06:49 > 0:06:50# To warm me
0:06:50 > 0:06:53# In the cool of the night
0:06:54 > 0:06:58# Not like when we're here together
0:07:02 > 0:07:05# And I took a walk up to Paradise
0:07:05 > 0:07:08# Just like we did before
0:07:08 > 0:07:12# But it doesn't seem like Paradise
0:07:13 > 0:07:15# To me any more
0:07:16 > 0:07:20# Not like when we're here together
0:07:24 > 0:07:26# And the food was so tasteless
0:07:28 > 0:07:31# The wine was so stale
0:07:31 > 0:07:33# I looked in the mirror
0:07:33 > 0:07:37# And my face, it was so pale
0:07:37 > 0:07:40# It's so different
0:07:40 > 0:07:44# When we're here together
0:07:46 > 0:07:50# But I've got postcards of Scarborough
0:07:50 > 0:07:53# Just to keep in my mind
0:07:53 > 0:07:56# To hide away up there
0:07:57 > 0:07:59# Help me remind
0:07:59 > 0:08:04# Myself of time past and time passing
0:08:10 > 0:08:13# Time past and time passing
0:08:20 > 0:08:22# Time passing. #
0:08:35 > 0:08:38APPLAUSE
0:08:38 > 0:08:39Thank you.
0:08:46 > 0:08:48Will you please welcome another part,
0:08:48 > 0:08:50the third part of the visitors from the North,
0:08:50 > 0:08:52Steve Tilston.
0:08:52 > 0:08:54CHEERING, APPLAUSE
0:08:55 > 0:08:58Thank you, thank you.
0:08:58 > 0:09:01I'm going to start off with a rewrite of an old...
0:09:01 > 0:09:04Blind Boy Fuller blues, that I originally learnt
0:09:04 > 0:09:06off the great Wizz Jones.
0:09:26 > 0:09:30# Take this boat down to the riverside
0:09:33 > 0:09:38# Weeping willow weep for me
0:09:40 > 0:09:44# Going to let it ride down to the rolling sea
0:09:48 > 0:09:52# The one I love She's moved to some other place
0:09:55 > 0:09:59# Weeping willow weep for me
0:10:02 > 0:10:07# That special face will not let me be
0:10:09 > 0:10:14# Going to watch this world roll by through the hanging leaves
0:10:17 > 0:10:22# Weeping willow weep for me
0:10:24 > 0:10:29# I believe this river's going to set me free
0:10:52 > 0:10:57# Rocking, rolling drift with the shifting tide
0:10:59 > 0:11:04# Weeping willow weep for me
0:11:06 > 0:11:11# I believe this river's going to set me free
0:11:12 > 0:11:17# If this river was wide Oh now it ain't no lie
0:11:20 > 0:11:25# Weeping willow weep for me
0:11:27 > 0:11:32# I would drink it dry and cry a salty sea
0:11:54 > 0:11:59# I'm going to take my boat down to the riverside
0:12:02 > 0:12:06# Weeping willow wait for me
0:12:09 > 0:12:12# I believe this river's going to set me free
0:12:15 > 0:12:20# I'm going to let it ride down to the rolling sea. #
0:12:25 > 0:12:27- APPLAUSE - Thank you.
0:12:30 > 0:12:31Thank you.
0:12:36 > 0:12:38This song is about my father.
0:12:38 > 0:12:42My father was born in 1899, he fought in both world wars,
0:12:42 > 0:12:44he didn't marry until he was 52.
0:12:44 > 0:12:46He had me when he was 54
0:12:46 > 0:12:50and I have a little girl who's six years old,
0:12:50 > 0:12:55who was born 106 years after her grandfather,
0:12:55 > 0:12:59which I think is sensible generational separation.
0:12:59 > 0:13:00LAUGHTER
0:13:02 > 0:13:05# Well you were never any good with money
0:13:05 > 0:13:08# Couldn't even hold a job
0:13:08 > 0:13:11# Not steady enough for the office
0:13:11 > 0:13:14# Not hard enough for the hod
0:13:14 > 0:13:17# You'd rather be riding your Norton
0:13:17 > 0:13:21# Or going fishing with your split cane rod
0:13:21 > 0:13:23# You were never any good with money
0:13:24 > 0:13:26# Couldn't even hold a job
0:13:26 > 0:13:29# When your grammar school days were over
0:13:29 > 0:13:32# It was 1917
0:13:32 > 0:13:36# And you did the right and proper thing
0:13:36 > 0:13:38# You were just 18
0:13:38 > 0:13:40# You were never mentioned in dispatches
0:13:40 > 0:13:43# You never mentioned what you did or saw
0:13:43 > 0:13:46# You were just another keen young man
0:13:46 > 0:13:50# In the mud and stink of war
0:13:50 > 0:13:52# You were never any good with money
0:13:52 > 0:13:55# Couldn't even hold a job
0:13:55 > 0:13:58# Not steady enough for the office
0:13:58 > 0:14:01# Not hard enough for the hod
0:14:01 > 0:14:04# You'd rather be singing The Pirate King
0:14:04 > 0:14:07# Or fishing with your split cane rod
0:14:07 > 0:14:10# You were never any good with money
0:14:10 > 0:14:13# Couldn't even hold a job
0:14:13 > 0:14:16# And you came home from the Great War
0:14:16 > 0:14:19# With the pips of a captain's rank
0:14:19 > 0:14:21# And a German officer's Luger
0:14:21 > 0:14:24# And no money in the bank
0:14:24 > 0:14:28# Your family sent you down the coal mine
0:14:28 > 0:14:30# To learn to be captain there
0:14:30 > 0:14:33# But you didn't stand it very long
0:14:33 > 0:14:36# Oh, you needed the light and the air
0:14:36 > 0:14:39# You were never any good with money
0:14:39 > 0:14:42# Couldn't even hold a job
0:14:42 > 0:14:45# Not steady enough for the office
0:14:45 > 0:14:48# Not hard enough for the hod
0:14:48 > 0:14:51# You'd rather be watching the fullness fly
0:14:51 > 0:14:54# Or fishing with your split cane rod
0:14:54 > 0:14:56# You were never any good with money
0:14:56 > 0:14:59# Couldn't even hold a job
0:14:59 > 0:15:02# When the second war came along
0:15:02 > 0:15:05# You knew what should be done
0:15:05 > 0:15:07# You would re-enlist to teach young men
0:15:07 > 0:15:11# The booby-trap and the gun
0:15:11 > 0:15:14# And they sent you home to Yorkshire
0:15:14 > 0:15:16# With a crew and a Lewis Gun
0:15:16 > 0:15:19# So you could save your seaside town
0:15:19 > 0:15:22# From the bombers of the Hun
0:15:22 > 0:15:25# You were never any good with money
0:15:25 > 0:15:28# Couldn't even hold a job
0:15:28 > 0:15:31# Not steady enough for the office
0:15:31 > 0:15:34# Not hard enough for the hod
0:15:34 > 0:15:37# You'd rather be finding the nightjar's nest
0:15:37 > 0:15:40# Or fishing with your split cane rod
0:15:40 > 0:15:43# You were never any good with money
0:15:43 > 0:15:46# Couldn't even hold a job
0:15:46 > 0:15:49# When my mother came to your door
0:15:49 > 0:15:51# With a baby in her arms
0:15:51 > 0:15:55# And her big hurt boy just nine years old
0:15:55 > 0:15:58# Trying to keep her from harm
0:15:58 > 0:16:00# If you had been a practical man
0:16:00 > 0:16:03# You would have been forewarned
0:16:03 > 0:16:06# You would have seen that it never would work
0:16:06 > 0:16:10# And I would have never been born
0:16:29 > 0:16:33# There was no proper work in your seaside town
0:16:33 > 0:16:36# So we moved here looking for a job
0:16:36 > 0:16:40# You were storeman at the power station
0:16:40 > 0:16:42# Just before I came along
0:16:42 > 0:16:45# And nobody talked about how you quit
0:16:45 > 0:16:48# But I know that's what you did
0:16:48 > 0:16:51# My mother said you were a selfish man
0:16:51 > 0:16:54# And I was your selfish kid
0:16:54 > 0:16:56# You were never any good with money
0:16:56 > 0:16:59# Couldn't even hold a job
0:16:59 > 0:17:02# Not steady enough for the office
0:17:02 > 0:17:05# Not hardly enough for the hod
0:17:05 > 0:17:09# And your Norton, it was soon gone
0:17:09 > 0:17:12# Along with your split cane rod
0:17:12 > 0:17:14# You were never any good with money
0:17:14 > 0:17:17# Couldn't even hold a job
0:17:17 > 0:17:20# You showed me eyebright in the hedgerow
0:17:20 > 0:17:23# Speedwell and traveller's joy
0:17:23 > 0:17:26# You showed me how to use my eyes
0:17:26 > 0:17:29# When I was just a boy
0:17:29 > 0:17:32# You taught me how to love a song
0:17:32 > 0:17:34# And all you knew of nature's ways
0:17:34 > 0:17:38# These are the greatest gifts I've ever known
0:17:38 > 0:17:40# And I use them every day
0:17:40 > 0:17:43# You were never any good with money
0:17:43 > 0:17:46# Couldn't even hold a job
0:17:46 > 0:17:50# Not steady enough for the office, maybe
0:17:50 > 0:17:52# Not hard enough for the hod
0:17:52 > 0:17:54# You'd rather be riding your Norton
0:17:54 > 0:17:58# Or going fishing with your split cane rod
0:17:58 > 0:18:01# You were never any good with money
0:18:01 > 0:18:04# Couldn't even hold a job. #
0:18:08 > 0:18:11APPLAUSE
0:18:22 > 0:18:23Do you think we write about the truth
0:18:23 > 0:18:26- because we're not clever enough to lie?- Yes.
0:18:26 > 0:18:29Not smart enough to make it up!
0:18:29 > 0:18:34If I hadn't been a guitar player, I'd have wound up being a woodsman, because it's a great job.
0:18:34 > 0:18:36It's like this job, it changes every day.
0:18:36 > 0:18:38I used to work in the woods.
0:18:38 > 0:18:41To put myself through college, I had to have a job in the summer
0:18:41 > 0:18:44and because I was at college, they thought I could count.
0:18:46 > 0:18:48I didn't tell them I was at art college.
0:18:51 > 0:18:55One day, they sent me off into a wood to do a traffic census.
0:18:55 > 0:18:58I figured out that what they really wanted me to do
0:18:58 > 0:19:02was to figure out how many cars would come past if we built a road.
0:19:03 > 0:19:05What a great job!
0:19:07 > 0:19:09So, this is one of the songs I wrote.
0:20:41 > 0:20:46# Strange places we have been since our dreams began to fade
0:20:46 > 0:20:50# Whatever became of all the promises we made?
0:20:50 > 0:20:55# And have you ever thought of the times that we knew?
0:20:55 > 0:20:59# I sit here alone, slightly blue
0:21:01 > 0:21:06# Yes, I sit here alone You know I'm slightly blue
0:21:21 > 0:21:25# No rain for weeks and the sun is in the sky
0:21:25 > 0:21:30# The grass is turning brown and the stream is running dry
0:21:30 > 0:21:34# All of a sudden the dawn begins to call
0:21:34 > 0:21:38# How far is it down? Why must I fall?
0:21:52 > 0:21:56# And the days pass so slowly in the valley of my time
0:21:56 > 0:21:59# The trees sway so gently
0:21:59 > 0:22:03# There's something on my mind like a fly buzzes round
0:22:03 > 0:22:05# There's nothing I can do
0:22:05 > 0:22:08# I guess it's just the memory of you
0:22:09 > 0:22:12# Yes, I guess it is just the memory of you
0:24:39 > 0:24:41# Strange places we have been since our dreams began to fade
0:24:41 > 0:24:46# Whatever became of all the promises we made?
0:24:46 > 0:24:51# And have you ever thought in the times that we knew
0:24:51 > 0:24:56# I sit here alone slightly blue
0:24:59 > 0:25:04# Yes, I sit here alone You know I'm slightly blue
0:25:04 > 0:25:06# Yes, I sit here alone... #
0:25:47 > 0:25:50APPLAUSE
0:25:54 > 0:25:57Thank you.
0:26:00 > 0:26:03What we are really is long-distance drivers.
0:26:03 > 0:26:09This is the fun bit, this is the easy bit. This is a song, a road song.
0:26:09 > 0:26:13We all have various road songs and it is a waltz.
0:26:13 > 0:26:19Waltzing off into the metaphorical distance.
0:26:45 > 0:26:53# Though these travelling shoes are worn and tattered
0:26:53 > 0:26:55# They still keep moving on
0:26:58 > 0:27:02# They have learned to tread the roots that matter
0:27:03 > 0:27:07# Along the road when I was young
0:27:13 > 0:27:19# There have been missed signs and diversions
0:27:20 > 0:27:25# They're searching for the sun
0:27:26 > 0:27:31# Many mislaid plans for missing persons
0:27:33 > 0:27:36# Along the road when I was young
0:27:38 > 0:27:45# Down that well-worn path I wandered
0:27:45 > 0:27:51# Chasing dreams in the blue yonder
0:27:51 > 0:27:56# And freely spending time 'twas mine to squander
0:27:58 > 0:28:02# Along the road when I was young
0:28:07 > 0:28:12# Many nights alone some nights together
0:28:14 > 0:28:16# With some special one
0:28:19 > 0:28:25# Back behind the wheel and hell for leather
0:28:26 > 0:28:30# Along the road when I was young
0:28:32 > 0:28:36# My first song it still lingers
0:28:38 > 0:28:44# Oh, how the notes spill from my fingers
0:28:44 > 0:28:50# And I did stand in line with the folk singers
0:28:50 > 0:28:54# Along the road when I was young
0:29:21 > 0:29:26# There were no goodbyes for some companions
0:29:28 > 0:29:31# Never realised when time was done
0:29:33 > 0:29:38# Each with our own absolute opinions
0:29:38 > 0:29:44# Along the road when I was young
0:29:46 > 0:29:51# I had guitar, was free to travel
0:29:51 > 0:29:56# Strands of life did unravel
0:29:56 > 0:30:02# When I sold my soul to the crossroads devil
0:30:04 > 0:30:07# Along the road when I was young
0:30:10 > 0:30:13# Along the road when I was young
0:30:51 > 0:30:52APPLAUSE
0:30:52 > 0:30:54Thank you.
0:31:01 > 0:31:06Thank you so much. This is a song about a man called Will Atkinson.
0:31:06 > 0:31:09Will, was a dance musician from Northumberland.
0:31:09 > 0:31:11When Will Atkinson was 50 years of age,
0:31:11 > 0:31:13his children didn't play any music
0:31:13 > 0:31:15and he was getting very miffed about that.
0:31:15 > 0:31:18So, he went into Alnwick on the bus
0:31:18 > 0:31:20and he bought a cheap Chinese diatonic harmonica
0:31:20 > 0:31:22and on the way home, he tried it out
0:31:22 > 0:31:26and his children went into accountancy.
0:31:26 > 0:31:30He ended up playing the harmonica every day
0:31:30 > 0:31:33until two days before he died in hospital at the age of 95,
0:31:33 > 0:31:37which is a pretty good advertisement for the harmonica as a health regime.
0:31:41 > 0:31:44# Now I can tell you just exactly where I learned this tune
0:31:44 > 0:31:46# It wasn't Roseden
0:31:46 > 0:31:50# And at the harvest supper Uncle Dodie played the fiddle
0:31:50 > 0:31:51# And Billy played the box
0:31:51 > 0:31:55# And they laughed and drank and sang like there's no war on
0:31:55 > 0:31:59# I have shepherded these hills I've been a rabbit catcher
0:31:59 > 0:32:03# I've changed every roadside from Alnwick down to Craster
0:32:03 > 0:32:07# And I've always loved to play and to watch the people dance
0:32:07 > 0:32:11# Why, in my youth I've cycled 30 miles to get the chance
0:32:15 > 0:32:19# Now my father was in Flanders fighting with the Fusiliers
0:32:19 > 0:32:22# Me and mum were at the cottage till the telegram appeared
0:32:22 > 0:32:24# Then they gave us one week's notice
0:32:24 > 0:32:27# There was little time for tears
0:32:27 > 0:32:30# Uncle Dodie, no he took us in at Roseden
0:32:30 > 0:32:34# I have shepherded these hills I've been a rabbit catcher
0:32:34 > 0:32:38# I've changed every road sign from Alnwick down to Craster
0:32:38 > 0:32:42# And I always love to play and to watch the people dance
0:32:42 > 0:32:47# Why, in my youth I've cycled 30 miles to get the chance
0:33:13 > 0:33:17# Now I can tell you just exactly where I learned this tune
0:33:17 > 0:33:18# It wasn't Roseden
0:33:18 > 0:33:22# And at the harvest supper I was just a boy of eight then
0:33:22 > 0:33:24# And I hadn't learned to play
0:33:24 > 0:33:28# But I whistled it for Aunty and we danced it the next day
0:33:28 > 0:33:32# All around the kitchen table where we danced the cares away
0:33:32 > 0:33:35# All around the kitchen table there at Roseden
0:33:35 > 0:33:40# I have shepherded these hills I've been a rabbit catcher
0:33:40 > 0:33:44# I've changed every road sign from Alnwick down to Craster
0:33:44 > 0:33:48# And I always loved to play and to watch the people dance
0:33:48 > 0:33:52# Why, in my youth I've cycled 30 miles to get the chance
0:33:52 > 0:33:56# And I'd watch them as they'd rant and I'd watch them as they'd twirl
0:33:56 > 0:33:58# Never once I thought these tunes
0:33:58 > 0:34:01# Would take me half way round the world. #
0:35:19 > 0:35:23APPLAUSE
0:35:34 > 0:35:37I've spent the early part of this year driving round America
0:35:37 > 0:35:40reacquainting myself with that great American icon,
0:35:40 > 0:35:43the truckstop waitress.
0:35:43 > 0:35:45This one is called, Just Another Story.
0:36:06 > 0:36:10# A ponytail and a pickup truck
0:36:12 > 0:36:16# A crony jar just to make a buck
0:36:18 > 0:36:22# She's high on her heels but down on her luck
0:36:22 > 0:36:27# And that's just another story
0:36:29 > 0:36:33# Just another story
0:36:48 > 0:36:53# She watches as the trains go by
0:36:54 > 0:36:59# Counts vapour trails across the sky
0:36:59 > 0:37:04# And she wonders what it's like to fly
0:37:04 > 0:37:09# But that's just another story
0:37:11 > 0:37:15# Just another story
0:37:19 > 0:37:23# There's a scar on a tree where she carved her name
0:37:25 > 0:37:29# A scar on her heart where a man did the same
0:37:30 > 0:37:35# She's got to get out of this scarring game
0:37:35 > 0:37:40# Before she's just another story
0:37:40 > 0:37:46# Before she's just another story
0:38:01 > 0:38:06# She's sick and she's tired of being alone
0:38:07 > 0:38:11# Another man is there and gone
0:38:12 > 0:38:17# She thought this time he could be the one
0:38:17 > 0:38:22# But that's just another story
0:38:23 > 0:38:28# Now he's just another story
0:38:31 > 0:38:36# There's a scar on a tree where she carved her name
0:38:38 > 0:38:42# Scar on her heart where a man did the same
0:38:43 > 0:38:47# She's got to get out of all this scarring game
0:38:47 > 0:38:52# Before she's just another story
0:38:54 > 0:38:58# Just another story
0:39:14 > 0:39:17# A ponytail and a pickup truck
0:39:20 > 0:39:22# A crummy jar just to make a buck
0:39:24 > 0:39:30# She's high on her heels but down on her luck
0:39:30 > 0:39:35# And that's just another story
0:39:36 > 0:39:40# Just another story
0:39:40 > 0:39:46# Yes, it's just another story. #
0:40:27 > 0:40:29APPLAUSE
0:40:38 > 0:40:41This one is a title track off my latest record
0:40:41 > 0:40:44and it's called The Reckoning and it oozes baby boomer guilt.
0:41:12 > 0:41:16# Here's to all the grandchildren yet to be born
0:41:16 > 0:41:19# Great-grandchildren of our sons and daughters
0:41:19 > 0:41:23# And their own grandchildren too
0:41:24 > 0:41:29# I offer you this hand out across the ages spanned
0:41:29 > 0:41:33# A misbegotten plan to leave
0:41:33 > 0:41:35# The reckoning to you
0:41:39 > 0:41:42# Now I must apologise
0:41:42 > 0:41:46# It's written in these troubled skies
0:41:46 > 0:41:51# We've been peddling lies somehow forgotten what is true
0:41:52 > 0:41:58# Though it's buried deep the poison never sleeps
0:41:58 > 0:42:01# Through the ages seeps to leave
0:42:01 > 0:42:04# The reckoning to you
0:42:07 > 0:42:09# We hang on to misguided dreams
0:42:09 > 0:42:13# Sleepwalk to the brink
0:42:13 > 0:42:15# Hey-ho, we rue the day
0:42:15 > 0:42:19# We're going down in drink
0:42:49 > 0:42:52# I've planted seeds
0:42:52 > 0:42:55# In vain to raise an apple tree
0:42:55 > 0:42:58# To entice the bees to sip
0:42:58 > 0:43:01# The blossom from the boughs
0:43:02 > 0:43:05# But bees don't toil
0:43:05 > 0:43:08# Around the boughs some serpent coiled
0:43:08 > 0:43:10# Drips venom the soil and leaves
0:43:10 > 0:43:12# The reckoning to you
0:43:16 > 0:43:19# We hang onto misguided dreams
0:43:19 > 0:43:22# Sleepwalk to the brink
0:43:22 > 0:43:24# Hey-ho, we rue the day
0:43:24 > 0:43:26# We're going down in drink
0:43:31 > 0:43:34# So here's to all the grandchildren
0:43:34 > 0:43:37# Yet to be born great-grandchildren
0:43:37 > 0:43:39# All their sons and daughters
0:43:39 > 0:43:42# And their own grandchildren too
0:43:44 > 0:43:46# I offer you this toast
0:43:46 > 0:43:50# Should these troubles come to roost
0:43:50 > 0:43:53# For we ate the golden goose
0:43:53 > 0:43:56# And left the reckoning to you
0:43:59 > 0:44:02# The reckoning to you
0:44:02 > 0:44:05# Ooh
0:44:05 > 0:44:08# The reckoning to you. #
0:44:14 > 0:44:17APPLAUSE
0:44:26 > 0:44:27This is a song about home.
0:44:30 > 0:44:34And all the places in it are steel towns,
0:44:34 > 0:44:36because I grew up in a steel town
0:44:36 > 0:44:40and all the steel towns in this song,
0:44:40 > 0:44:42apart from my own,
0:44:42 > 0:44:46were majorly rundown.
0:44:49 > 0:44:51And in the last few months,
0:44:51 > 0:44:54they've announced that the Scunthorpe steelworks
0:44:54 > 0:44:56are about to be closed down.
0:44:56 > 0:44:59So, that'll be the end of Scunthorpe.
0:45:03 > 0:45:06# Well, I've been to Gary Indiana
0:45:06 > 0:45:08# Bethlehem PA
0:45:08 > 0:45:11# I've seen the sinter dust at Consett
0:45:11 > 0:45:14# Smelled the smoke on Swansea Bay
0:45:14 > 0:45:17# And all the mills in Sheffield
0:45:17 > 0:45:20# They rolled steel just the same
0:45:20 > 0:45:22# But a furnace never burned so bright
0:45:22 > 0:45:26# As down East Common Lane
0:45:35 > 0:45:38# The good companions hut's long gone
0:45:38 > 0:45:41# Where I first learned a leaving song
0:45:41 > 0:45:42# John and Dave and Mo
0:45:42 > 0:45:46# They sang many's the sad refrain
0:45:46 > 0:45:49# And I listen hard between the lines
0:45:49 > 0:45:52# I long for love in hard, hard times
0:45:52 > 0:45:54# Followed the road and read the signs
0:45:54 > 0:45:57# That led me home again
0:45:57 > 0:45:59# I've been to Gary Indiana
0:45:59 > 0:46:02# Bethlehem PA
0:46:02 > 0:46:05# I've seen the sinter dust at Consett
0:46:05 > 0:46:09# Smelled the smoke on Swansea Bay
0:46:09 > 0:46:12# And all the mills in Sheffield
0:46:12 > 0:46:14# They rolled steel just the same
0:46:14 > 0:46:17# But a furnace never burned so bright
0:46:17 > 0:46:20# As down East Common Lane
0:46:29 > 0:46:32# I hear the shunting ghosts in goods yards
0:46:32 > 0:46:35# By the ironstone school walls
0:46:35 > 0:46:38# The yards of weeds and gravel
0:46:38 > 0:46:41# But the echoes crash and call
0:46:41 > 0:46:43# Across the bridge, across the years
0:46:43 > 0:46:47# I hear them clear and plain
0:46:47 > 0:46:49# All the way from Roland Road
0:46:49 > 0:46:51# To East Common Lane
0:46:51 > 0:46:54# I've been to Gary Indiana
0:46:54 > 0:46:57# Bethlehem PA
0:46:57 > 0:47:00# I've seen the sinter dust at Consett
0:47:00 > 0:47:03# Smelled the smoke on Swansea Bay
0:47:03 > 0:47:06# And all the mills in Sheffield
0:47:06 > 0:47:08# They rolled steel just the same
0:47:08 > 0:47:11# But a furnace never burned so bright
0:47:11 > 0:47:15# As down East Common Lane
0:47:24 > 0:47:27# Harry and Joyce they took in strays
0:47:27 > 0:47:29# They took care of my mother
0:47:29 > 0:47:33# They cut the hedges did the shopping
0:47:33 > 0:47:35# Said it was no bother
0:47:35 > 0:47:39# The kindness of the finest
0:47:39 > 0:47:41# Crimson skies at dead of night
0:47:41 > 0:47:44# The kid on the corner waiting for the bully
0:47:44 > 0:47:47# Is spoiling for a fight
0:48:18 > 0:48:22# I had a shotgun house on Bourbon Street
0:48:22 > 0:48:25# Just down the block from Jean Lafitte's
0:48:25 > 0:48:27# I'd sit on the stoop with a friend of mine
0:48:27 > 0:48:31# And watch parades go by
0:48:31 > 0:48:33# I'd already left a score of towns
0:48:33 > 0:48:36# Delta heart, Great Lakes cold
0:48:36 > 0:48:39# And oh, I was looking but I hadn't found
0:48:39 > 0:48:41# A place I could grow old
0:48:41 > 0:48:44# I've been to Gary Indiana
0:48:44 > 0:48:46# Bethlehem PA
0:48:46 > 0:48:50# I've seen the sinter dust at Consett
0:48:50 > 0:48:53# Smelled the smoke on Swansea Bay
0:48:53 > 0:48:56# And all the mills in Sheffield
0:48:56 > 0:48:59# They rolled steel just the same
0:48:59 > 0:49:01# But a furnace never burned so bright
0:49:01 > 0:49:05# As down East Common Lane. #
0:49:26 > 0:49:28APPLAUSE
0:49:38 > 0:49:41You might have been talking about Meridian, Mississippi,
0:49:41 > 0:49:42the home of Jimmie Rodgers.
0:49:42 > 0:49:46That's where I wrote this song - in Meridian, Mississippi.
0:49:46 > 0:49:52I went to a dance and I left just because the guns came out.
0:50:05 > 0:50:09# Cowboys and cowgirls still dance in pairs
0:50:09 > 0:50:13# No la-di-da Nobody putting on airs
0:50:13 > 0:50:18# It's Saturday night And they're feeling all right
0:50:18 > 0:50:23# It's time for a dance And maybe time for a fight
0:50:23 > 0:50:27# And this could be me Till the end of my days
0:50:27 > 0:50:32# I'm heading for a serious cowboy phase
0:50:32 > 0:50:37# I'm heading for a serious cowboy phase
0:50:46 > 0:50:50# The click of high heels on a cold marble floor
0:50:50 > 0:50:55# The sweet smell of midnight As she opens the door
0:50:55 > 0:51:00# God gave her grace And the devil gave her style
0:51:00 > 0:51:03# And maybe this longing Will blunt in a while
0:51:03 > 0:51:09# And this could be me Till the end of my days
0:51:09 > 0:51:12# I'm heading for a serious cowboy phase
0:51:12 > 0:51:17# I'm heading for a serious cowboy phase
0:51:26 > 0:51:31# Cos I've got the boots And I've got the gun
0:51:31 > 0:51:35# And maybe I was thinking Of going on the run
0:51:35 > 0:51:39# I was waiting for a ride By then it could be done
0:51:39 > 0:51:44# And I've never like to fight When I never could have won
0:51:44 > 0:51:49# And this could be me Till the end of my days
0:51:49 > 0:51:53# I'm heading for a serious cowboy phase
0:51:53 > 0:51:58# I'm heading for a serious cowboy phase
0:52:33 > 0:52:37# Cowboys and cowgirls Still dance in pairs
0:52:37 > 0:52:41# No la-di-da No putting on airs
0:52:41 > 0:52:46# It's Saturday night And they're feeling all right
0:52:46 > 0:52:50# It's time for a dance Maybe time for a fight
0:52:51 > 0:52:55# And this could be me Till the end of my days
0:52:55 > 0:53:00# I'm heading for a serious cowboy phase
0:53:00 > 0:53:04# I'm heading for a serious cowboy phase
0:53:04 > 0:53:07# I'm heading for a serious cowboy phase. #
0:53:19 > 0:53:21APPLAUSE
0:53:33 > 0:53:35This is a traditional folk song I wrote
0:53:35 > 0:53:41and it's got a kind of a touch of the South West about it.
0:53:49 > 0:53:53# He was barely a man in his grandfather's coat
0:53:53 > 0:53:57# Sewn into the lining a ten shilling note
0:53:57 > 0:54:01# Goodbye to the family goodbye to the shore
0:54:01 > 0:54:06# Till I taste good fortune you'll see me no more
0:54:09 > 0:54:14# A boat on the ocean tossed like a cork
0:54:14 > 0:54:17# Then one fine morning they sighted New York
0:54:17 > 0:54:22# And he stood on the gangplank and he breathed in the air
0:54:22 > 0:54:26# Hello, land of plenty I've come for my share
0:54:30 > 0:54:35# And he did like the ladies the rise and the fall
0:54:35 > 0:54:38# Of their ankles and dresses down on the dance floor
0:54:38 > 0:54:46# And rolling the dice and spinning the wheel
0:54:46 > 0:54:51# But he took most delight in the slip jigs and reels
0:54:54 > 0:54:59# Now there's talk of the pistol some say a knife
0:54:59 > 0:55:03# All are agreed there was somebody's wife
0:55:03 > 0:55:06# Some kind of commotion a terrible fight
0:55:07 > 0:55:11# He left a man for dead and ran into the night
0:55:15 > 0:55:19# On a train from St Louis just one jump ahead
0:55:19 > 0:55:23# He slept one eye open a six-gun in bed
0:55:23 > 0:55:28# And he dreamt of the mountains and green fields of home
0:55:28 > 0:55:31# While crossing the plains where the buffalo roam
0:55:36 > 0:55:40# And he did like the ladies the rise and the fall
0:55:40 > 0:55:45# Of their ankles and dresses down on the dance floor
0:55:45 > 0:55:52# And rolling the dice and spinning the wheel
0:55:52 > 0:55:55# But he took most delight in the slip jigs and reels
0:56:23 > 0:56:28# Oh, a bad reputation's a hard thing to bear
0:56:28 > 0:56:31# Mothers pour scorn and young children they stare
0:56:31 > 0:56:35# But he found consolation in flash company
0:56:35 > 0:56:40# For life ain't so bad with the girl on your knee
0:56:44 > 0:56:48# Now they called him The Kid and by 21
0:56:48 > 0:56:52# All that he knew was the power of the gun
0:56:52 > 0:56:56# And by 23 he'd shot five men down
0:56:56 > 0:57:00# Who just got in his way as he rambled around
0:57:04 > 0:57:09# Oh, and he did like the ladies the rise and fall
0:57:09 > 0:57:12# Of their ankles and dresses down on the dance floor
0:57:12 > 0:57:18# And rolling the dice and spinning the wheel
0:57:18 > 0:57:24# But he took most delight in the slip jigs and reels
0:57:32 > 0:57:36# Now there's bones on the desert and buzzards that fly
0:57:36 > 0:57:40# In the highest of circles just wishing he'd die
0:57:40 > 0:57:44# But in the matters of cruelty it must be said
0:57:44 > 0:57:48# A landlord will pick your bones before you're dead
0:57:52 > 0:57:56# It was wild Mescaleros I heard people say
0:57:56 > 0:58:00# In the deadliest ambush near old Santa Fe
0:58:00 > 0:58:05# And the young buck was taken dressed in a coat
0:58:05 > 0:58:09# And inside the lining a ten shilling note
0:58:12 > 0:58:16# Well, he did like the ladies the rise and fall
0:58:16 > 0:58:21# Of their ankles and dresses down on the dance floor
0:58:21 > 0:58:27# And rolling the dice and spinning the wheel
0:58:27 > 0:58:32# But he took most delight in the slip jigs and reels
0:58:32 > 0:58:36# In the slip jigs and reels
0:58:36 > 0:58:41# Woah oh-oh-oh. #
0:58:52 > 0:58:54APPLAUSE
0:58:54 > 0:58:56Thank you very much. Thank you.
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