Ten Tinkerings

by Headwind-1



Ten Resent Tinkerings: Some Pleasant Melodies To Please.

Artwork: B. Mason


released April 1, 2012



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Nautical Spacerock!. . .Know Yourself . . Nothing In Excess.
Marine Artwork By Kind Permission Of My Good Friend Barry Mason Seaton, Devon's Foremost Marine Artist.

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Track Name: Beer Sea Dogs
Go To Sea On A Boat From Beer. . . Sea Dog. . .Sea Hero
Track Name: Is It A Woman Or A Ship - Thirdmate

All the sheets are clacking, all the blocks are whining,
The sails are frozen still and the wetted decks are shining;
Then reef’s in the topsails, and its coming on to blow,
And I think of the Beer girl I left long ago.

Grey were her eyes, and her hair was long and bonny,
Golden was her hair, like wild bee’s honey.
And I was but a dog, and a mad one to despise,
The gold of her hair and the grey of her eyes.

There’s the sea before me, and my home’s behind me,
And beyond there the strange lands where nobody will mind me,
No one but the girls with the paint upon their cheeks,
Who sell away their beauty to whomsoever seeks.

There’ll be drink and women there, and songs and laughter,
Peace from what is past and from all that follows after;
And a fellow will forget how a woman lies awake,
Lonely in the night watch crying for his sake.

Black it blows and bad, and it howls like slaughter,
And the ship she shudders as she takes the water.
Hissing flies the spindrift like a wind-blown smoke,
And I think of the woman and a heart I broke.
Track Name: Intro To And The Windmill

Behold! A giant am I !
Aloft here in my tower,
With my granite jaws I devour
The maize, and the wheat, and the rye,
And grind them into flour.

I look down over the farms;
In the fields of grain I see
The harvest that is to be,
And I fling to the air my arms,
For I know it is all for me.

I hear the sounds of flails
Far off, from the threshing floors
In barns, with their open doors,
And the wind, the wind in my sails,
Louder and louder roars.

I stand here in my place,
With my foot on the rock below,
And which ever way it may blow
I meet it face to face,
As a brave man meets his foe.

And while we wrestle and strive,
My master, the miller, stands
And feds me with his hands;
For he knows who makes him thrive,
Who makes him lord of lands.

On Sundays I take my rest;
Church-going bells begin
Their low, melodious din;
I cross my arms on my breast,
And all is peace within.
Track Name: Winter Rain In
Winter Rain In

Bury her deeper than any sleeper
Sweet dreams will keep her all day all night
Though sleep benumb her and time o’ercome her,
She dreams of summer and takes delight,
Dreaming and sleeping in love’s good keeping,
While rain is weeping and leaves no cling;
Winds will come bringing her comfort, and singing her
Stories and songs and good news of spring.
Come as you love her, come close and cover
Her white face over, and forth again
Ere sunset glances on foam that dances,
Through lowering lances of bright, white rain;
And make your play time of winter’s daytime
As if the maytime were here to sing;
As if the snowballs were soft as blow balls,
Blown in a mist from the stalk in the spring.
In fierce march weather white waves break tether,
And whirl together at each hand,
Like weeds uplifted, the tree trunks rifted
In spars drifted, like foam or sand,
Past swamp and sallow and reed-beds callow,
Through pool and shallow, to wind and lee,
Till, no more tongue-tied full flood and young tide
Roar down the rapids and storm the sea.

Roll the strong stream of it up, to the scream of it
Wake from a dream of it children that sleep,
Seamen that fare from them forth, with a prayer for them;
Shall not God care for them, angels not keep?
Spare not the surges thy stormy scourges;
Spare us the dirges of wives that weep
Turn back the waves for us, dig no fresh graves for us,
Wind in the manifold gulfs of the deep.
Track Name: The Zucca [Dub.3.]

Bm Summer was dead and Autumn was expiring, G
Bm And infant Winter laughed upon the land G
E All cloudlessly and cold ;-when I, desiring
C More in this world than any understand,
E Wept o’er the beauty, which, like sea retiring,
C Had left the earth bare as the wave-worn sand E Gt
C Of my heart, and o’er the grass and flowers
A Pale for the falsehood of flattering Hours. C A_G

Bm Summer was dead, but I yet lived to weep G
Bm The instability of all but weeping ; G
E As human heart to human heart may be ;-
G I loved. I know not what-but this low sphere
E And all that it contains, contains not thee,
G Thou, whom, seen nowhere, I feel everywhere.
E From Heaven and Earth, and all that in them are,
G Veiled art thou, like a star. Bm G X 2, Db D X 2

Db By Heaven and Earth, from all whose shapes thou flowest,
D Neither to be contained, delayed, nor hidden ;
Db Making divine the loftiest and the lowest,
D When for a moment thou art not forbidden
Bm G X2 Db D X 2
Db To live within the life which thou bestowest ;
D And leaving noblest things vacant and chidden,
Db Cold as a corpse after the spirit’s flight,
D Blank as the sun after the birth of night.

In winds, and trees, and streams, and all things common,
Bm In music and the sweet unconscious tone G
E Of animals, and voices which are human,
G Meant to express some feelings of their own ;
E In the soft motions and rare smile of woman,
G In flowers and in leaves, and in the grass fresh-shown,
E Or dying in the autumn, I the most
C Adore thee present or lament thee lost.
C Bm Gt Bm Gt E Gt D A E Bm Gt, D.FG X4
D D.Db.C.Bm. Or Something Like That
Track Name: The Fatal Boating Incident
Lyrics: Percy Bysshe Shelley

This morn thy gallant bark
Sailed on a sunny sea ;
“tis noon, and tempest dark
Have wrecked it upon the lee.
Ah woe ! Ah woe !
By spirits of the deep
Thou’rt cradled on the billow
To thy eternal sleep.

Thou sleep’s upon the shore
Beside the knelling surge,
And Sea nymphs evermore
Shall sadly chant thy dirge.
They come, they come,
The spirits of the deep,-
While near thy seaweed pillow
My lonely watch I keep.

From far across the sea
I hear a loud lament,
By Echo’s voice for thee
From Ocean’s caverns sent.
O list ! O list !
The spirits of the deep !
They raise a wall of sorrow,
While I forever weep
Track Name: The Thawing Windsynth
COME with rain, O loud Southwester!
Bring the singer, bring the nester;
Give the buried flower a dream;
Make the settled snow-bank steam;

Find the brown beneath the white;
But whate’er you do to-night,
Bathe my window, make it flow,
Melt it as the ices go;

Melt the glass and leave the sticks
Like a hermit’s crucifix;
Burst into my narrow stall;
Swing the picture on the wall;

Run the rattling pages o’er;
Scatter poems on the floor;
Turn the poet out of door.
Track Name: Don't Beep You Twat!
Don't Beep Your Horn, When I'M outside Painting The Boat!
It's Just A Boat..Nothing To Get Exited About ..
It's A Very Nice Boat!
So Don't Beep Your Horn
Makes My Ears Ring.. Ring A Ding Ding
So Don't Beep You Twat!
When I'm Outside Painting The Boat
Don't Beep Your Fucking Horn You Twat!
. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. Twat!
Etc To Close .. .. .. .
Track Name: The Coming Out
I'm Coming Out The Other Side Of Me And ''Outside Where The Greeness Is''! Some Adlib And Winter-Rain-In
Lyrics To Finish Florish
Track Name: Intro To And England My England
Goodbye to England, So long my old friend
Your days are numbered, being brought to an end
To be Scottish, Irish or Welsh that's fine
But don't say your English, that's way out of line

The French and the Germans may call themselves such
So may the Norwegians, the Swedes and the Dutch
You can say your Russian or maybe a Dane
But don't say your English ever again.

At Broadcasting House the word is taboo
In Brussels it's scrapped, in Parliment too
Even schools are affected. Staff do as they are told
They must not teach of the England of old.

Writers like Shakespeare, Milton and Shaw
The pupils don't learn about them anymore
How about Agincourt, Hastings, Arnhem or Mons?
When England Lost hosts of her very brave sons.

We are not Europeans, how can we be
Europe is miles away over the sea
We're the English from England, let's all be proud
Stand up and be counted-shout it out loud!

Let's tell our Government and Brussels too
We're proud of our heritage, the Red, White and Blue
Fly the flag of Saint George or the Union Jack
Let the world know WE WANT OUR ENGLAND BACK!