It has been one day since Alvin Lee of Ten Years After passed on.
I thought I would mention both of these occurrences in one blog entry.
As for myself,
The first video here 'A Very Short Walk / Dead Motherboard' is from February 15th 2012.
I composed it with a keyboard, both parts were used in separate blog entries.
I didn't know if I liked the video although, I do like the guitar (keyboard) arrangement.
'A Very Short Walk / Dead Motherboard'
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2012-02-15
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2012-02-15
A one year recording titled 'Little Ginger' was released, the name is fictions; the content is not.
It's an overinflated and poorly thought-out directive that ultimately destroys a non-reflective environment.
One person is sacrificed by her to prove an objective as a mandated truth; as the person falls, the 'truth' becomes the question of focus amongst all of the others.
Ginger falls out of acceptance and no longer represents the ability to maintain control of her prescribed element of unification.
Although Ginger maintains in statement that she was correct in her determination to cause one person to fall away, her judgment is weighed against the one person.
Ginger ultimately expresses condemnation in verbal hostility toward the others that now question her doctrine of self composed definition. She must now project completely outward to the media to achieve any recognition that could possibly enable support of her.
‘Little Ginger’
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Little Ginger
Little Ginger was so pure,
Her truth of reality was an orgasm in the air.
Ginger, Ginger, far and near, she demanded in a theological context that all serve her will.
People thought that they were clones.
Ginger’s demands were to be executed without regard as per her indoctrinated will.
Someone went down hard; the others watched and cried out loud.
There’s nothing about your self proclaimed teachings to make us proud.
Ginger threw her hands in the air and, demanded that all would die from despair.
When the media asked her what she was going to do?
Ginger said that she was going to get to the root of it all.
MPK 2013
Little Ginger
Little Ginger was so pure,
Her truth of reality was an orgasm in the air.
Ginger, Ginger, far and near, she demanded in a theological context that all serve her will.
People thought that they were clones.
Ginger’s demands were to be executed without regard as per her indoctrinated will.
Someone went down hard; the others watched and cried out loud.
There’s nothing about your self proclaimed teachings to make us proud.
Ginger threw her hands in the air and, demanded that all would die from despair.
When the media asked her what she was going to do?
Ginger said that she was going to get to the root of it all.
In 1981, I was a teenager of fourteen years.
I have written about acquiring record albums as I would go to a tent and garage sales with my mom.
This occurrence is different because I went to a record store with my mom.
Record Theatre was and continues to be a very large record store on Main Street (NY State Route 5) in Buffalo, New York.
The situation was that I was given several boxes of LP's from my uncle when I was nine years old; it proved to be hugely influential in my life as my listening tastes shifted into late 1960's hard rock.
I was centered around a respectable amount of Atco Records such as Iron Butterfly, Derek and the Dominos and, Black Oak Arkansas.
As a nine year old that listened solely to pop AM radio (WENE), I was moving in a radically different direction; it seemed so at the time.
I was also presented with the later Beatles albums; my Dad's collection ended at the American release of Rubber Soul.
The story continues with my finally getting a FM tuner to patch into the mono Hi-Fi.
I regularly listened to a Progressive rock radio station WUWU.
One day in 1982 programming feelings ran a bit high and the director drove out to the Wyoming County, NY transmitter and hacked it as he barricaded himself in the power and equipment room because he didn't want the format change that was ending the Progressive rock format.
He was arrested by the Wyoming County Sheriff and, that was that, there was never another set of King Crimson or a occasional Ten Years After set.
I first heard Ten Years After in 1981, it was a set from the album Watt (1970).
I wanted to acquire all of the TYA that there was; I had none.
My mom sometimes would allow me to select LP's and I would purchase them with my allowance of several weeks accumulation.
My mom would actually call stores such as Record Theatre and inquire about a artist and title.
The store had some titles in stock, we went there on a weeknight.
I was able to obtain:
'Ten Years After' 1967 and, 'Undead' 1968; both on the Deram label.
They were original releases at $4.99 each.
They were original releases at $4.99 each.
I also obtained a compilation album ending at 1970.
In my life at that time, I was moving along in a direction that did stimulate my continuously expanding interest in music.
Within a few years, I had the TYA discography and a stereo that I centered much of my musical interest around.
Alvin Lee (1944-2013) passed on.
The three videos below are all songs with lyrics written by Alvin Lee,
he wrote the lyrics to many of the bands early songs.
Enjoy!!
"I May Be Wrong, But I Won't Be Wrong Always"
Ten Years After
1968
Tell me baby, tell what's on your mind
Tell me baby, tell what's on your mind
Love you, baby, but I hate your hurtin' kind
Baby, baby, I've got news for you
Baby, baby, I've got news for you
Love you, baby, I don't know what to do
Baby, baby, what's on your worried mind
Baby, baby, what's on your worried mind
Love you, darlin', but I hate your hurtin' kind
Well, the moon looks lonesome, shining through the tree
The moon looks lonesome, shining through those trees
How do you look sad, when your baby packs up to leave
Baby, baby, what's on your worried mind
I say, baby, baby, what's on your worried mind
I don't cheat you, baby, I love you all the time
Love to hear my baby call my name
Love to hear my baby call my name
'Cause now you've got a man, but I call those rings, call me
Tell me baby, tell what's on your mind
Tell me baby, tell what's on your mind
Love you, baby, but I hate your hurtin' kind
Baby, baby, what's all that wrong with you
Baby, baby, what's all that wrong with you
Love you baby, I don't know what to do
I may be wrong, but I won't be wrong always
I may be wrong, but I won't be wrong always
I love you, baby, love you in my own sweet way
Written by
Alvin Lee
"Hear Me Calling"
Ten Years After
1969
Hear me calling
Hear me call on you
Hear me calling
Hear me call on you
If you don't come soon
I'll know your love ain't true
Hear me calling
Hear me calling loud
Hear me calling
Hear me calling loud
If you don't come soon
I'll be wearing a shroud
Written by
Alvin Lee
Ten Years After
1968
Tell me baby, tell what's on your mind
Tell me baby, tell what's on your mind
Love you, baby, but I hate your hurtin' kind
Baby, baby, I've got news for you
Baby, baby, I've got news for you
Love you, baby, I don't know what to do
Baby, baby, what's on your worried mind
Baby, baby, what's on your worried mind
Love you, darlin', but I hate your hurtin' kind
Well, the moon looks lonesome, shining through the tree
The moon looks lonesome, shining through those trees
How do you look sad, when your baby packs up to leave
Baby, baby, what's on your worried mind
I say, baby, baby, what's on your worried mind
I don't cheat you, baby, I love you all the time
Love to hear my baby call my name
Love to hear my baby call my name
'Cause now you've got a man, but I call those rings, call me
Tell me baby, tell what's on your mind
Tell me baby, tell what's on your mind
Love you, baby, but I hate your hurtin' kind
Baby, baby, what's all that wrong with you
Baby, baby, what's all that wrong with you
Love you baby, I don't know what to do
I may be wrong, but I won't be wrong always
I may be wrong, but I won't be wrong always
I love you, baby, love you in my own sweet way
Written by
Alvin Lee
"Hear Me Calling"
Ten Years After
1969
Hear me calling
Hear me call on you
Hear me calling
Hear me call on you
If you don't come soon
I'll know your love ain't true
Hear me calling
Hear me calling loud
Hear me calling
Hear me calling loud
If you don't come soon
I'll be wearing a shroud
Written by
Alvin Lee
"Working On The Road"
Ten Years After
1970
I've been working on the road about fifteen years
Been blowing my mind, I've been blasting my ears
Don't you know, babe?
I've been sleeping all day and working all night
I made a lot of money, but it don't feel right
Don't you know, babe?
Well, I've seen the world and it's seen me
In a strange kind of way I guess I'm free
Don't you know, babe?
Well, I've seen it bad and I've seen it good
But, now, I want to clear my blood
Don't you know, babe?
I've got a feeling for home
Somewhere that I call my own
Well, I tried to live the way I should
I've shed some tears and sweated blood
Don't you know, babe?
And I think it's time I took a break
'Cause I have took all I can take
Don't you know, babe?
I've got a feeling for home
Somewhere that I call my own
Take me home, babe
Written by
Alvin Lee
Ten Years After
1970
I've been working on the road about fifteen years
Been blowing my mind, I've been blasting my ears
Don't you know, babe?
I've been sleeping all day and working all night
I made a lot of money, but it don't feel right
Don't you know, babe?
Well, I've seen the world and it's seen me
In a strange kind of way I guess I'm free
Don't you know, babe?
Well, I've seen it bad and I've seen it good
But, now, I want to clear my blood
Don't you know, babe?
I've got a feeling for home
Somewhere that I call my own
Well, I tried to live the way I should
I've shed some tears and sweated blood
Don't you know, babe?
And I think it's time I took a break
'Cause I have took all I can take
Don't you know, babe?
I've got a feeling for home
Somewhere that I call my own
Take me home, babe
Written by
Alvin Lee
