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Alun Davies - Daydo 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