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Words by Dave Boulton, music by Jeff Parton

The Pink Album by Dave Boulton

It’s no wonder that I look so pale and wan
I’ve got every ill and ailment known to man
Talk to me of viruses, I’ll say I’ve got the set
Including one that’s only isolated in Tibet
That can only be contracted from a llama or a yak
I tell you it’s a hard life for a hypochondriac

Chorus:
‘Cause I’m slipping away, slipping away
Can’t you see I’m knocking at death’s door
Slipping away, slipping away
I’ve been slipping now since 1964

I’m so full of … Continue reading →

Words & music by Dave Boulton

The Pink Album by Dave Boulton

I’m doing alright, though I’m nervous at night
When there’s noise or next door makes a din
But I’ve bolts and I’ve locks, and a box of old tops
To wake me if someone gets in
And I’m still my own boss, I decide what’s what
And I make and I break my own rules
And I’m not in the hands of some blousy madame
In a house full of silly old fools

Chorus:
So it isn’t the Lea or the Homestead for me
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Words by Dave Boulton, music by Jeff Parton

Probably the very first song Jeff and I wrote together after watching a more “modern” artiste in a folk club. The music was much different than the “traddy” stuff he and I were playing.  We looked at each other and one of us said. (can’t remember who). “We’re going, extinct mate.” We wrote the song soon after.

The Pink Album by Dave Boulton

We’re just two ancient singers with gnarled arthritic fingers
We can hardly get our hands around the chords
After twenty years of practice, just when we thought we’d cracked it
No-one … Continue reading →

Words by: Dave Boulton Music by: Jeff Parton

I saw a documentary about the fat flushers. I was gob smacked that anyone needed to do their job and gob smacked at what their job was day to day. I couldn’t reist writing an anthem in praise of their vital activities. 

See below for some background notes

The Pink Album by Dave Boulton

I’ll sing of the flushers, a rare breed of hero
Our deeds never feature in poems or song
Cause we spend our lives down in the bowels of your town
Making sure that your sewage stays where it belongs
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This song is about somone sat at the back
But don’t all go turning round
If you want to know who then I’ll give you a clue
It’s the blonde person doing the sound
Now at twiddling knobs there’s no hassle or probs
The fact is she’s splendid and super
But the problem that burns put in delicate terms
Is the fact that she swears like a trooper

Now David and me don’t mind S-H-1-T
But will you stop F-in and Blindin
We ignore the odd arse and we’d let bugger pass
But will you stop F-in and Blindin
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Words by Dave Boulton, music by Jeff Parton

Chorus:
Don’t sell the Cuillins McLeod
They’re your history ancient and proud
Sell all that you hold
Sell your heart/arse sell your soul
But don’t sell the Cuillins McLeod

John McLeod will you listen to reason
McLeod will you listen to me
A man from just South of nowhere very special
Who can’t believe what he just heard on T.V.
Is it true that you’re selling the Cuillins?
The thought turns my stomach to lead
For a man must be blind or be out of his mind
To be doing the things that they said

CHORUS

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by Dave Boulton

I’ll tell thee a Biblical story
And I hope that I tell it alright
Concerning Goliath the Philistine giant
And David the young Israelite

On the side of the valley of Elah
The Israelites camped in a wood
And on t’other bank in scarlet array
The tents of the Philistines stood

Well insults flew thick across valley
All day and far into the night
There was gesticulating and making rude signs
But both sides seemed reluctant to fight

Said the Philistine general: IT’S SHOCKING
FOR THAT LOT TO TREAT US THIS WAY
And girding his loins he says: LET’S CHOOSE A CHAMPION
And all his lads answer: OKAY!

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Dave Boulton July 2004

I bet you any money that when you come down to stoke
You’ll think we all talk funny cuz of how the lingoes spoke
It’s like a foreign language a communications maze
But you’ll find you can manage if you memorise this phrase

Chorus
Cost kick a bow agen a wow yed it with thee yed and bost it
Cost kick a bow agen a wow yed it with thee yed and bost it
Repeat ad infinitum to make they asna lost lt
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