Lyrics

Because it’s all about the words! Here’s the lyrics to the songs on the EP
Little piece of tin

It’s just a little piece of tin
In the bottom of a drawer
It’s just something from the war
He doesn’t like to show
All the memories of the friends from days gone by
Ones that won’t come back again, shot from the sky
He still remembers when he used to fly
And won his little piece of tin

He was never one to boast
Never told us what he’d done
Though we knew he’d made the run
The airlift to Berlin
And we knew that in the days that went before
He’d flown on bomber raids all through the war
And then they sent him home but not before
He’d got his little piece of tin.

Never travelled far, never felt the loss
Never found a wife, never gave a toss
Never made much money, never had no gold
Never seemed to worry that he was growing old

In a cottage in the Dales
There a man could be content
But it’s hard to find the rent
With little money coming in
But souvenirs of War won’t ever let you down
He goes upstairs to the drawer and brings the medal down
And goes off to a store that’s in the town
And sells his little piece of tin.

On a winter’s day in a Yorkshire town
One lone bugle played as they lowered him down
As I turned to go a stranger came up to me
Said, I’ve something here that you might like to see…..

Held there in his hand
Was something that I knew
A box of Air Force blue
And I knew what lay within
He said, I bought it at an auction for a song
But I can’t keep it now it just seems wrong
So now I’ve brought it back where it belongs
He faced the grave and dropped it in
Returned the little piece of tin

Where Charlie Once Stood

And the rain tumbles down through the roof of the Palace
Through the broken old windows, the rotting old wood
Down past the pulleys, the ropes and the hangers
And lands on the stage where Charlie once stood
When the overture played on that night in September,
For the Mayor and the Council, the swells and the nobs
Mr Livermore promised a show to remember
And a seat in the Gods could be had for a bob
There were comics and dancers and singers and skaters,
And a flying young lady called Leopoldine
The Manager talked of big stars coming later
The finest of acts were soon to be seen

Now the rain tumbles down through the roof of the Palace,
Through the broken old windows, the rotting old wood
Down past the pulleys, the ropes and the hangers,
And lands on the stage where Charlie once stood

And the stars duly came, they all played the Palace
They adored Lily Langtry each time she appeared
The Dockyardees nailed a man into a coffin
But Houdini escaped and everyone cheered
But the greatest of all was a man with a bowler
A cane and a moustache – the star of his age
The place was sold out and the roof nearly lifted
The night Charlie Chaplin walked out on the stage.

Now the rain tumbles down through the roof of the Palace
Through the broken old windows, the rotting old wood
Down past the pulleys, the ropes and the hangers
And lands on the stage where Charlie once stood

Through war and Depression, through fire and revision
The show must go on as theatre folks say
But the folks stayed at home and watched television
So strippers and wrestling and bingo held sway
Now even the dancers have gone from the Palace
And only the ghosts of past glories remain
And the boards that the Little Tramp trod on that evening
Are swept by the cold wind and washed by the rain

For the rain tumbles down through the roof of the Palace
Through the broken old windows, the rotting old wood
Take care of your memories, take care of your history
Or like Charlie Chaplin they’ll be gone for good

Prince of the Waltzer

A winter’s night in Plymouth town, the twilight came as the sun went down
But the lights on the Hoe were showing the way to the fair
The music was playing from every side, from the Dodgems, the Waltzer, the Ghost Train ride
And the smell of the onions and diesel was thick in the air
And just past the Hoopla and popcorn stand, by the fortune teller’s caravan
A young girl stood and gazed out over the scene
And she was pretty and she was fair and all the young men stopped and stared
But in all the fair she only had eyes for one man

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He was the Prince of the Waltzer, the boy with the laughing eyes
And she was the girl from the candyfloss stall, she was young and shy
He used to swing all the cars, and the young girls would cling to the bars
And they sighed as the Prince of the Waltzer went waltzing on by
And no-one knew and no-one cared. just how he came to join the fair
A rascal, a dodger, just one of the lads on the crew
If the boss had suspected right from the start, that his only daughter was losing her heart
Their love would be smothered – instead it just blossomed and grew
And after the people had all gone home and the lights were all out and they were alone
They would meet at the Waltzer and cuddle in one of the cars
Then he’d put on the music but keep it low and like Juliet and Romeo
These starcrossed lovers would waltz by the light of the stars

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Forty years have flown away but the fair was back the other day
And up on the Hoe the lights were shining again
The music was playing just as loud , I pushed my way among the crowd
The lights were bright but the sky was threatening rain
And there by the Hoopla and popcorn stand, by the fortune tellers caravan
A woman stood and much to my surprise
Her gaze was fixed on the Waltzer ride, at the payment booth and there inside
Was a grey haired man with laughter in his eyes
And late at night, I just know, like Juliet and Romeo
They waltz together just as they did then
Across the ride, between the cars, the two of them beneath the stars
Holding tight and thinking back to when…

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All songs © Andy Harding