True and Fast

by Gaz Brookfield

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released June 6, 2015

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Track Name: Godless Man
No I'm not going to lie to you, I'm terrified of death
I can't imagaine anything worse than taking my last breath
But in '99 I lost my faith and I don't want it back
But as the years roll on I can't ignore a certain fact

Where does a godless man go when he prays?
To whom does he direct his prayers and what words should he say?
Where does a godless man go when he dies?
Purgatory, Valhallah, Hell or Heaven? If that's true I'll be surprised

Those stories that were taught to me when I was just a child
Provided me with comfort, yeah, but only for a while
Admitedly those stories teach good values to a kid
But stories are just stories, there's a whole lot more to this

Where does a godless man go when he prays?
To whom does he direct his prayers and what words should he say?
Where does a godless man go when he dies?
Purgatory, Valhallah, Hell or Heaven? Can we not just comprimise?

So books get read and questions asked, I s'pose that's natural
I want a mast to pin my colours to, well don't we all?
But I've found nothing satisfies my curiosity
But no cats we harmed during the search for my philosophy

Where does a godless man go when he prays?
To whom does he direct his prayers and what words should he say?
Where does a godless man go when he dies?
Purgatory, Valhallah, Hell or Heaven? All of which are bold faced...

And what have I found? Found that fundamentalism is the curse of all religions
And with my feet on the ground, I'll keep an open mind
And hope that one day I will find my way, and until that day I'll listen to Bill Hicks

Matter is just energy condensed to slow vibrations
Can't be created or destroyed, just changed by certain transformations
So if conciousness is energy, and therefore infinite in nature
There is no need for fear, son, you've already met your maker

Where does a godless man go when he prays?
To whom does he direct his prayers and what words should he say?
Where does a godless man go when he dies?
Purgatory, Valhallah, Hell or Heaven? I don't know
Where does a godless man go when he prays?
To whom does he direct his prayers and what words should he say?
Where does a godless man go when he dies?
The same place as the rest of us, recycled by the universe
And on that day he'll need to pray no more
Track Name: Sailor Jerry's Kitchen
Oh I'm sick and tired of renting, I want a place to call my own
I've got a roof over my head but now I want a home
I don't need a mansion, two up, two down would do
We'd make our house a home we'd love, me, the dog and you

I just want our Sailor Jerry's Kitchen
And our front room that's exactly like a pub
A chesterfield sofa and a drinks globe by the fire
Oh I don't want much but that would be enough

Oh I'm sick and tired of renting, it's money down the drain
I pay my landlords mortgage, so he's the one who gains
See I quite like my landlord, but I like his house even more
And I'd make him an offer if I wasn't so damn poor

I just want our Sailor Jerry's Kitchen
And our front room that's exactly like a pub
A chesterfield sofa and a drinks globe by the fire
Oh I don't want much but that would be enough

An Englishman's home is his castle, but I am not the king
No I am not the lord and master yet of anything
But that won't last forever, no one day I'll be crowned
One day I will get to put my roots down in the grounds

Mortgage is French for "death grip", or so I once believed
But 30 years of debt is not so daunting now to me
And I'd have my 10% by now, but stuff gets in the way
So I'll stay on the road until I've earned enough to pay

Pay for our Sailor Jerry's Kitchen
And our front room that's exactly like a pub
A chesterfield sofa and a drinks globe by the fire
Oh I don't want much but I'd quite like...
Enough to buy our Sailor Jerry's Kitchen
And our front room that's exactly like an old English pub
A festival back garden with a fire pit and a stage
Oh I don't want much but that would be enough
No I don't want much but that would be enough
Track Name: The Diabetes Blues
The doctor sat me down and said "I'm sorry...
But It's really not the very best of news,
You'll have to cut down on the sweeties, you've got type two diabetes
Worst of all you'll have to cut down on the booze".
Well as you know I'm partial to a tipple
You can imagine that this news came as a blow
But I was not prepared for the next thing that he said
"It's your favourte drink's the one that gots to go"

He said, "you can't drink cider anymore"
It's like the rug pulled out from under me and my head hit the floor
No I can't drink coder now it's iot's true
Oh what is a west country boy to do?

He said, "For some resaon your pancreas stopped working,
And I'm sorry but we do not know the cause
Now your blood sugar's always highm faulty insulin is why
And that's the reason you've been feeling in the wars"
So now I have to watch my sugar intake
And it's just typical, my favourite drink's the worst
I don't mind not eating chocolate, I could give up quite a lot but
WHat the hell do I drink now to quench my thirst?

No I can't drink cider anymore
I didn't know how good I had it when I had it all before
No I can't drink cider now it's true
Oh what is west country boy to do

Compared to some I know I've got it easy
Life's unfair, but it's nobody's fault
So from cider I'll abstain and try my best not to complain
And after all there is always single malt

But I can't drink cider anymore
Wine is out as well I think but whisky's fine I'm sure
No I can't drink cider now it's true
Oh what is a west country boy to do
No I can't drink cider anymore
Shares in Thatchers Gold will soon be crashin thought the floor
No I can't drink cider now it's true
Oh what is a west country boy to do
Track Name: Just a Ride
Everyone's dying of something
It's madness to think that we're not
But it's just a ride none of us will survive
So make the most of the time you have got
Everyone's dying of something
Few have their eye on the prize
We're all the same, yeah we all play this game
None of us will escpase with our lives

Everyone's dying of something
The only certain thing that I know
You can plead you can shout, You can try and hold out
But one day we all have to go
Everyone's dying of something
You can pretend it's not true
But sure as night follows day, there is not escape
That old reaper is coming for you

Everyone's dying of something
Not many know how to live
Let go of that grudge, show some neibourly love
Try to forget and forgive
Everyone's dying of something
Life has a limited span
We're her for a good time, not for along time
So live life as hard as you can

Everyone's dying of something
Other's have it better than some
But it's how you live with what life gives
That determines your place in the sun
Everyone's dying of something
Some folk are taken too soon
We see their light in the stars out at night
And their face in the man in the moon


Everyone's dying of something
It's madness to think that we're not
But it's just a ride none of us will survive
So make the most of the time you have got
Track Name: The Ballad Of Elizabeth Duke
How stupid do you think we are? Said the alcoholic at the bar
That's quite a gesture that you've made, and I'll get you a pint when I get paid
A penny off a pint of beer, well it all adds up throught the year
Aren't we lucky you're in charge? Now my Wonga loan won't seem so large

Yeah you try to trick the poor to think that you're on their side
But what you give with the left you always you always take with the right
It was the same last year when the budget came out
And it'll be the same next year without a shadow of doubt

And we're glad that Mr Shapps approves of gambling and rinking booze
And we hope that next year's budget cuts will see mroe good news for the likes of us
Oh we're just so glad you understand the working people of this land
Can't wait to see where the next cut is - cheap jewlery or a bag of chips?


Yeah you try to trick the poor to think that you're on their side
But what you give with the left you always you always take with the right
It was the same last year when the budget came out
And it'll be the same next year without a shadow of doubt
Yeah you try to trick the poor to think that you're on their side
But what you give with the left you always you always take with the right
It was the same last year when the budget came out
And it'll be the same next year without a shadow of doubt

Your benevolent generosity in no way patronises me
Finally someone who knows that we don't need food and we don't need clothes
Please cut the tax and duty to more things you posh folk think we do
Keep us distracyed night and day and pick our pockets as we look away

Yeah you try to trick the poor to think that you're on their side
But what you give with the left you always you always take with the right
It was the same last year when the budget came out
And it'll be the same next year without a shadow of doubt
Track Name: Maps
Yeah they show me where I'm going, they show me where I've been
They show me possibilties of places I've not seen
Sometimes they're difficult to read and they're always so hard to fold
Sometimes they'll lead you nowhere, sometimes to buried gold

Some folk like reading novels full of character and plot
Some are unputdownable, others easily forgot
Some read while commuting, others while in bed
But I can't get on board with them, coz I like maps instead

Some men read the paper to stay well in the know
Broadsheets over breakfast, or tabloids on the go
They may know more of politics, or world affairs, perhaps
But I like the way the way the world looks when I look at it in maps

Some people read poetry, those learned men of verse
But there's no quantity of books can quench their literary thirst
They'll perfectly articulate the world's rise and collapse
But this old part time cartographile will make do with his maps

O.S. are my favourite, the Explorer is the best
Coz they're got way more detail in than any of the rest
And I know it's strange for maps to hold such personal appeal
Oh the storied are not up to much but the places seem so real

Yeah they show me where I'm going, they show me where I've been
They show me possibilities of places I've not seen
Sometimes they're difficult to read and they're always so hard to fold
Sometimes they'll lead you nowhere, sometimes to buried gold
Track Name: Mud and Rainbows
I brought the rainbow and you brought the rain
I play the same chords again and again
Meadows all mashed up in bulldozer turf
Some of us drowning while some of us surf

Pulling it up, spreading it out in mud and rainbows
Up to our necks in it mucking about in mud and rainbows

You're on the bandstand and I'm in the tent
You've still got cash left while mine's all been spent
Your clothes are soaking and mine a re all dry
You muct be joking but I don't know why

Pulling it up, spreading it out in mud and rainbows
Up to our necks in it mucking about in mud and rainbows
Track Name: Solo Acoustic Guy
I'm the solo acoustic guy
I'm the solo acoustic guy
For sound men my line up is the perfect size
Coz I'm a solo acoustic guy
One DI box and a mic, youch of reverb if you like
I'm a solo acoustic guy

I'm the solo acoustic man
I'm the solo acoustic man
I sound check as quick as I can
Coz I'm the solo acoustic man
The last band over ran, cut my set short I understand
I'm a solo acoustic man


I'm the solo acoustic guy
I'm the solo acoustic guy
On the bill I don't feature too high
Coz I'm the solo acoustic guy
I'd get a better lot if I had a band but I have not
I'm the solo acoutic guy

I'm the solo acoustic man
I'm the solo acoustic man
Ere mate, do you know any Ed Sheeran?
I'm the solo acoustic man
Wonderwall or Freebird, no request that I've not heard
I'm the solo acoustic man

We get our own acoustic stage
We get our own acoustic stage
And it's unuausl if we get paid
But we get our own acoustic stage
Miles from the rest of all the others at the festival
But we get our own acoustic stage

We're the solo acoustic guys
We're the solo acoustic guys
And it'll come as no surprise
That with us solo acoustic guys
We're not down with electronica, but we've all got a harmonica
We're the solo acousitc guys!

I'm a solo acoustic guy
I'm a solo acousitc guy
And there's really only one reason why
I'm a solo acoustic guy
Couldn't cut it in a band, went solo, so here i am
I'm a solo acousitc guy
Track Name: The Knights Of The Round Table
It's 9 oclock in the morning, I'm going down to Wetherspoons
I'm gonna drink all of my money, and I'll be drunk by the afternoon
I'm gonna meet my old army buddies, they'll be there from quarter to
With their freshly withdrawn pensions, and nothing else to do

I'm gonna sit in my favourite seat, the one by the real ale pumps
I've tried all the ones they've got in, all the ones they've got in this month
And I'll strike upa conversation with mayone who has the time
And I'll listen to their storied if they'll listen to mine

And at 10 the young drunks enter and I know just how they feel
When they try to justify the drink with a £3 breakfast deal
And like me they'll be here all day long, but they'll do it with far less class
Get thown out in a violent flurry, but I'll leave after my last glass

And at noon we get the lunch shift, office types thowing back a few
Young mothers take a break from shopping, they bring the kids in, but what can you do?
And it's all calm by 3:30, as my eyes begin to blur
But I won on the fruity, so I'll stay for one more

And as I look around this table I see my very best of friends
Each one drowning memories, none can make amends
And we;ll drink to fallen comrades and to woment hat we've loved
And the last drink of the evneing we always drink to us

See when you get to our age you start to measure time
By the friends that you have buried and the few that get left behind
And round this table us old "fogies", will put the world to rights
So you young folk needn't worry, we've seen all the is, and so much more besides

Yes it's 9 oclock in the morning, I'm going down to Wetherspoons
I'm gonna drink all of my money, and I'll be drunk by the afternoon
I'm gonna meet my old army buddies, they'll be there from quarter to
With their freshly withdrawn pensions, and nothing else to do
Track Name: Ode To Ozzy
We've been through so much together, travelled many a mile
And you've taken me wherever I need to go, and you've taken me in style
And I can see you're getting tired old friend, some things ain't working like they did
But we'll fix the parts that we can mend and carry on to the next gig

Coz you're my transport, you're my shelter, you're my confidant and friend
You're home from home, my santuary, you're more than just a van to me
My travelling companion to the end

Some say that I should sell you, get something a bit more new
But I don't need to tell you, that's not something I'd ever do
They tell me that I'm thorwing, good money after bad
But they've no way of knowing, about all the good times that we've had

Coz you're my transport, you're my shelter, you're my confidant and friend
You're home from home, my santuary, you're more than just a van to me
My travelling companion to the end

And I know sometimes that you will breakdown, and you know sometimes I will too
And I aware of how this may sound, but you mend me when I mend you

Coz you're my transport, you're my shelter, you're my confidant and friend
You're home from home, my santuary, you're more than just a van to me
My travelling companion to the end
My travelling companion to the end
Track Name: The Diabetes Blues (Reprise)
Three months on from my original prognosis
Many pills were took and many tests were done
With all the evidence combined the doctor changed his mind
He said, "It's not type two you've got, it's type one
I asked "in laymens terms where does this leave us?"
He said, " it's pretty much the same place as before,
Yeah you're still fairly ill, but it's injections now not pills,
And you still can't drink cider anymore"

No I can't drink coder anymore
Well I can a bit, just the same amount as once before
No I can't drink cider now it's true
Oh what is west country boy to do
I don't believe things happen for a reason
They just happen and we do the best we can
Like a scratch on a guitar, like a tattoo or a scar
It's the war wounds tell the story of a man

No I can't drink coder anymore
I'd better knock it on the head at least until they find a cure
No I can't drink cider now it's true
Oh what is west country boy to do
Track Name: Cornish Fishing Town
Such a fine place to begin, the town that took me in
I have fallen for every winding hilly street
Although I've made this place my home, I've a tendancy to roam
And the grass is growning tall around my feet

That call I heard before from this city I adore
Is calling once again for me to leave
While my mind tells me to stay, my heart's already miles away
And the grass is growing tall around around my feet

Around my feet, around my feet,
Oh the grass is growning tall around my feet
So I'll pack up and I'll move on, head held high, heart frull of song
For the grass is growning tall around my feet

I will buy myself a boat and I will sail her down the coast
Down to where the ocean glitters blue and green
Strong in sail and tall in mast she will sail there true and fast
For the grass is growing tall around my feet
How I long to feel the breeze of the north atlantic seas
Oh the salty air to me's forver sweet
By a Cornish fishing town is where I'll put my anchor down
For the grass is growning tall around my feet

Around my feet, around my feet,
Oh the grass is growning tall around my feet
So I'll pack up and I'll move on, head held high, heart frull of song
For the grass is growning tall around my feet

If I ever settle down by that Cornish fishing town
I will spend my days a-looking out to sea
And on the harbour I will dwell on that north atlantic swell
Where the grass can never grow around my feet

Around my feet, around my feet,
Oh the grass will never grown around my feet
Heart full of song and head held high I will stay there til I die