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Friday, January 21, 2022
MIKE RUTHERFORD - SMALLCREEP'S DAY 1980 - URBANASPIRINES + Compression & The Living Years (live)
Interesting piece from Kostas over at Urbanaspirines this morning about Mike Rutherford and his solo album Smallcreep's Day. Member of Genesis and guitarist extraordinaire Mike co-wrote lots of Genesis numbers that I liked back in the day ("Follow You Follow Me", "Land of Confusion") and with Mike and The Mechanics wrote the award winning favourite of mine in that it reminds me of my Dad ' The Living Years' he produced this solo album based upon the strange oddity of a unique book in the school of Mervyn Peake, 'Smallcreeps Day' by Peter Currell Brown, a most extraordinary one off and personal favourite when I was student. Got to be worth checking out and as ever Kostas tells us more . . . . . . . .
Featuring the wonderful voice and keyboard skills of Paul 'How Long' Carrack
Every generation
Blames the one before
And all of their frustrations
Come beating on your door
I know that I'm a prisoner
To all my Father held so dear
I know that I'm a hostage
To all his hopes and fears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years
Crumpled bits of paper
Filled with imperfect thoughts
Stilted conversations
I'm afraid that's all we've got
You say you just don't see it
He says it's perfect sense
You just can't get agreement
In this present tense
We all talk a different language
Talkin' in defense
Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye
So we open up a quarrel
Between the present and the past
We only sacrifice the future
It's the bitterness that lasts
So Don't yield to the fortunes
You sometimes see as fate
It may have a new perspective
On a different date
And if you don't give up, and don't give in
You may just be ok.
Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye
I wasn't there that morning
When my Father passed away
I didn't get to tell him
All the things I had to say
I think I caught his spirit
Later that same year
I'm sure I heard his echo
In my baby's new born tears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years
Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye
Say it loud, say it clear
Say it loud
Don't give up
Don't give in
And don't know what you can do next
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