Late at night, as I lay sleeping, I had a nightmare, or maybe just a dream A man appeared beside me, he was speaking with an accent He sounded sort of French to me, well that’s the way it seemed I asked was he an angel or maybe some old devil Come to gather me to… Read More Jean Paul Sarte’s Visit to Suburbia

Chords here for a few people who have asked. I remembered writing them out for someone, then found where I had left it. The chords are worked out here for singing it in the key of C – if you want it a bit higher than that, I’d recommend a capo. I’ve also transposed it… Read More Coming Home – Words and chords – etc…

Recording rant, part 2: Okay, you may recall that I was whining and grumping about recording technology just over a week ago. So, having spent a bit of time upgrading to Windows 10, *and* digging down into the slightly more arcane aspects of this, I have managed to get it more into the realms of… Read More Recording rant, Part 2

Wednesday 29 July First installment in what may be a recurring series of moans from me. (Some of this has previously been posted on Facebook) This is a technology rant. I’ve been experimenting with home recording, set up a hovel at the back of the garage that I wryly refer to as my “studio”, and… Read More Recording Rant: Take 1

Very rough, yet – not been sung through. https://www.reverbnation.com/stevenclarksongs/song/18561049-clydebuilt When will we see their like again? Oh the rise and the fall of the tide Clyde-bred women and Clyde-built men All along the banks of the River Clyde Along the back you lay a keel Oh the rise and the fall of the tide Ribs… Read More Clyde-Built

I didn’t vote for this Steven Clark Why do you talk of building when you only tear things down?When did protecting something mean you raze it to the ground?What’s democracy when only rich boys pass the orders round?I didn’t vote for this. I didn’t vote for thisI did not sign my nameI will not cheer… Read More I didn’t vote for this

Rage Talking Blues by Steven Clark I’m reading the paper and watching TV Getting angrier and angrier ’bout what I see. when I hear what the government has in store Makes me angry, just a little bit more You might not be able to tell But I’m spitting teeth and I’m mad as hell My… Read More Rage Talking Blues

On the whole, I try not to tinker much with songs once they are written. They get changed gradually, as they get sung, but that happens over time. At some point, early on, there comes a point where I have to just leave it alone and stop messing about with it. This song started out… Read More Re-treading songs

It can be fun to write topical songs, sing them a few times, and then let them fade as the news they refer to gets to be stale. Speaking for myself, they tend not to be tightly-crafted songs, will probably borrow an existing tune, and I try not to get too attached to them. Sometimes,… Read More Shelf-Life

Tiny Fingers Tiny fingers, work so nimble, Dainty stitches, you have sewn Tiny fingers, work that thimble Work those fingers to the bone Times are hard and getting harder Minding pennies, Saving po–unds Help us, help us, tiny fingers Help to keep our prices down Chorus Button up my winter jacket Laying covers on my… Read More Pulling some old threads together…. Part 3 – Tiny fingers