THE RELATIVES : FEUD OF LOVE : LYRICS

 

 

 

 

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MORE THAN JUST LOVE COMMUTER BLUES DANGEROUS TIMES
ARE YOU SURE OR WHAT? THE CARING EIGHTIES DEVOTED
GOD KNOWS SOMETIMES YOU'LL WIN THE BEAT OF MY HEART
WHY ME? SUMMER FUSS  

 

ARE YOU SURE OR WHAT?

Gary Fletcher/Hilary Fletcher

Copyright Arone Records 1997

 

Mid-life & half alive?

Or 17 & packed so full of hype

you haven’t got a single thought of your own in your head?

Alright, so how about a little game?

Two set of rules & even they could be changed

Just pick a subject & you’re ready to play Question Time

 

Are you sure Shakespeare’s good?

Are you sure you’re not a ghost?

Are you sure red wine doesn’t go with fish?

 

Every day we make a choice

Every day we give thoughts a voice

How often do we give them the chance to be second thoughts?

Well go ahead now, drink your tea

Most of us do it automatically

Some of us don’t even know if we care for the taste

 

Are you sure the dictionary’s right?

Are you sure your bank’s in funds?

Are you sure Barry Humphries is a man?

 

Is Elvis really dead & gone?

Was Doubting Thomas really wrong?

Well maybe Mother Earth’s a dad

And maybe Mr Beadle’s not so bad

 

Why’ve you forgotten that you’re unique?

Don’t try to tell me you were born a sheep

Take a chance, jump off the bandwagon now

I’m just suggesting that you think twice

But are you certain that it’s good advice?

And are you sure there’s any real point to this song?

 

Are you sure E.T. went home?

Are you sure monogamy works?

Are you sure your God never feels insecure?

 

Are you sure the young are fools?

Are you sure Nessie’s a Scot?

Are you sure a woman’s place isn’t in the home?

 

Are you sure agnostics exist?

Are you sure we’re going out on a fade?

 

COMMUTER BLUES

by Gary Fletcher/Hilary Fletcher

Copyright Arone Records 1997

 

Standing at the station tired of waiting, & wishing I’d driven

I’m a statue of myself, a blank form, the image of oblivion

Rooted to the ground, looking down the line for answers

I need a sign, a little more than the 8.04, what are my chances?

 

There’s got to be something out there

Send it soon while I still care

There’s got to be something out there

Something that’ll take me somewhere

 

Can you tell me when my train is gonna come?

Can you tell me if it’s ever gonna come?

 

Am I just a figure in a lifesize Hornby Doublo here?

Why does everything around me seem as if it’s got stuck in a low gear?

If it’s God at the controls can’t he help this toy on its way?

Or are the powerlines overhead not working today?

 

There’s got to be something out there

Send it soon while I still care

There’s got to be something out there

Something that’ll take me somewhere

 

Can you tell me when my train is gonna come?

Can you tell me if it’s ever gonna come?

 

Look at us all, we’re on hold, just like this life of mine

No wonder they call it the Misery Line

Weekends & evenings remind me that I’m halfway to being alive

Where do I go between nine & five?

 

There’s got to be something out there

Send it soon while I still care

There’s got to be something out there

Something that’ll take me somewhere

 

Can you tell me when my train is gonna come?

Can you tell me if it’s ever gonna come?

 

Hey mister, I need some assistance

Is that my life in the distance?

 

DANGEROUS TIMES

by Gary Fletcher/Hilary Fletcher

Copyright Arone Records 1997

 

The passion, the risk,

the taste of a new kiss,

the nearness of unfamiliar breathing …

they’re all somewhere out there,

they’re calling for you

And I can tell you’re going to follow their lead

 

But look out for love

Keep an eye on the signs

Hold on to your heart,

these are dangerous times

Look out for love

or it’ll move in on you

With no warning at all

it’ll break us in two

 

Oh babe be sure

you know where you’re going

Don’t lose your way back home

If you have to run free

lay a trail back to me

I’ll be here convincing myself that I don’t know

 

But look out for love

Keep an eye on the signs

Hold on to your heart,

these are dangerous times

Look out for love

or it’ll move in on you

With no warning at all

it’ll break us in two

DEVOTED

by Gary Fletcher/Hilary Fletcher

Copyright Arone Records 1997

 

Caroline lives with John

and therein lies a sorry song

Better halves you couldn’t find

Oh they’re the everlasting kind

 

And we all love their company

See how they shine socially

A marriage envied by the world

We’d never guess if we didn’t know

 

Oh they’re devoted

to keepin’ it goin’

After all, the show must go on

Oh they’re devoted

to keepin’ it goin’

even though it’s already gone

 

How they rushed to be wed

Now leisurely they do repent

But something old beats something blue

when breakin’ up is so hard to do

 

Oh they’re devoted

to keepin’ it goin’

After all, the show must go on

Oh they’re devoted

to keepin’ it goin’

even though it’s already gone

 

Resolute, they carry on,

dedicated hangers-on,

needing one another’s need

They don’t care to be freed

 

‘cause they’re devoted ….

 

GOD KNOWS

by Gary Fletcher/Hilary Fletcher

Copyright Arone Records 1997

 

Well let’s face it, it’s gone

This time let’s not hold on

It’s safer to put it off

but just this once let’s not

 

Don’t think that I wouldn’t rather

go on believing we’ll get it back

But I’m tired of lying, honey, facts are facts

There’s never going to be no happy ever after

 

God knows I’ve tried

but I’m all worn out inside

I’ve fought for us not to die

but my heart can’t be revived

 

There I’ve said it, it’s done

This time I didn’t run

You’re hurting and I’m crying

I want to tell you I’ve changed my mind

But all kindness and no pain

can make love a dulling game

and I’m tired of the rules & I’m tired of playing

And I just want to know whose life is it anyway?

 

God knows I’ve tried

but I’m all worn out inside

I’ve fought for us not to die

but my heart can’t be revived

 

God knows I’ve tried

but the truth fights hard & it’s beating me up inside

Oh and I’m feeling so tired

Oh I surrender

I’m hauling down the flag

I’m beaten, I’ve got no fight left in me

No more lying to myself

or crying by myself

I want to be myself ……

MORE THAN JUST LOVE

by Gary Fletcher/Hilary Fletcher

Copyright Arone Records 1997

 

The look on my face is called a smile

Here is my hand, these are starry eyes

What you just heard is called a sigh

This is known as touch

 

Seems I can tell you the names of things

like hearts & flowers, moonlight & violins

But language hasn’t yet invented

a way to say what I feel

 

Where’s the word that tells it how it is?

Is there no word as powerful as a kiss?

No one word could cover all of this

There are no words

when it’s more than just love

 

I try to speak but my thoughts are wild

Somehow my voice never quite arrives

Words fail me time & time again

I’ve got nothing to say

 

Where’s the word that tells it how it is?

Is there no word as powerful as a kiss?

No one word could cover all of this

There are no words

when it’s more than just love

 

Oh this feeling inside

words can only devalue

It’s so hard to describe

Nothing comes as close as we do

Even those three little words

say only half of what’s in my heart

Is it all meant to be heard

or am I saving back the really good part?

 

Seems action’s louder this time round

We’ll pass our message mouth to mouth

‘cause language still has not invented

a way to feel it too

 

Where’s the word that tells it how it is?

Is there no word as powerful as a kiss?

No one word could cover all of this

There are no words

when it’s more than just love

 

SOMETIMES YOU’LL WIN

by Gary Fletcher/Hilary Fletcher

Copyright Arone Records 1997

 

I’m a giver, you’re a taker,

it ought to balance out

But all I feel’s a desperate need

to be left in no more doubt

But even as I speak

I know that that day’s already come

I can see exactly what kind

of future I’ve begun

 

Sometimes you’ll win

Sometimes I’ll lose

You’ll pull my strings

And where will it end

and what will I become?

I’ll give you love

and you’ll give me up

 

And so it seems my eyes are open,

oh but am I going in?

Or will I gather strength from knowing

I chose not to sink but swim

All I know is this all hurts

an already fragile heart

But both of us know what’ll happen

if you always hold the cards

 

Sometimes you’ll win

Sometimes I’ll lose

You’ll pull my strings

And where will it end

and what will I become?

I’ll give you love

and you’ll give me up

SUMMER FUSS

by Gary Fletcher/Hilary Fletcher

Copyright Arone Records 1997

 

I’ve gotta say I’ve had better days

The rain just hasn’t let up

The hole in the wall took my card away

and my baby cancelled her love

Now I could let it all get to me

But I don’t think I’ll do that

I’ll just imagine how it might have been

and with any luck I won’t crack

 

Y’see my roof hasn’t fallen in, my health’s okay

I didn’t get a punctured tyre today

 

Some of us are lucky, some of us are not

Some of us’d kill for what some of us have got

 

I’ve got no P45 in my hand

No pile of letters saying Sorry, no thanks

 

Some of us are lucky, some of us are not

Some of us’d kill for what some of us have got

 

Nobody came up to me today

to say my colour ain’t right

Nobody called from the bank to say

We’re repossessing your life

It’s still raining and my world is grey

but at least the wind’s dropped

Maybe my baby’ll change her mind

and then again maybe not

 

But in the meantime, well I dunno, my health’s okay

And I didn’t get a punctured tyre today

 

Some of us are lucky, some of us are not

Some of us’d kill for what some of us have got

  

I’ve got a taco in one hand,

a can of beer in the other, I’m a fortunate man

 

Some of us are lucky, some of us are not

Some of us’d kill for what some of us have got

 

There’s lead in my pencil, a glint in my eye

If nothing else, there’s air in my tyres

 

Some of us are lucky, some of us are not

Some of us’d kill for what some of us have got

 

THE BEAT OF MY HEART 

Gary Fletcher/Hilary Fletcher

Copyright Arone Records 1997

 

Come and put your arms around me, honey

Hold me like you want to

Now that we’re alone I’m thinking that I’d

like a little dance with you

We don’t need no music, oh no no

We can make our own, what d’you say?

Mmmm, a little natural rhythm babe

can go a long way

 

Close as you like, now let yourself

move in time with me

Getting all of this emotion into

motion’s what we need

We can really start to party, yes we can,

now that no-one else is around

We’ve got the floor to ourselves so come on,

Baby let’s get on down

 

Ooh I wanna feel your body, honey,

rockin’ to the beat of my heart

 

That’s the way to do it, hey you’ve got the touch, boy,

ain’t no doubt

Nothing I can teach you,

you already know all the ins & outs

Mmm well let’s sway some hips & shake it up babe

Well let’s really move

Now that’s what I call dancing, sugar

Oh tell me, is it good for you?

 

Ooh I wanna feel your body, honey,

rockin’ to the beat of my heart

Ooh I wanna feel your body, honey,

rockin’ to the beat of my heart

 

THE CARING EIGHTIES

by Gary Fletcher/Hilary Fletcher

Copyright Arone Records 1997

 

Two glasses of Stella sit by our feet on a rug that came from India

via Conrans or some such fashion store

On the coffee table beside the Kuoni brochure,

two curries just delivered to our door

At the touch of a hand-held button the Oxo family precede the news

that homeless Muslims aren’t remotely in control

Then a Sudanese woman sits & rocks her dead baby

and Spurs win 3 to 1 at Elland Road

 

Upstairs in the land our dreams, our children, dead to the world,

bubble-bathed & fed on Western love

Today they wore out Chessington.  Now silently they rest,

at peace with their world of adventurous stuff

Meanwhile, back at the BBC, a comic brings relief

to half-starved kids & crops, but to us fat cats too

Oh we can afford the luxury of donating to charity

It’s the least a Designer Socialist can do

 

It’s a funny old world

 

So Visa’s cleared our conscience, the government’s let off,

the worthy cause of BT came out best

The evening’s viewing’s over & we’ve prolonged a mother’s life

that’s as empty as the wailing sound at her breast

And we’ve all scored lots of Brownie points and all by wearing red,

and everybody’s happy till the next time

And as disparity yawns on and we trot on up to bed,

a little more faith comes to be lost in the word ‘mankind’

 

While the poor people are sleeping we just turn out the light

While the poor people are sleeping all the stars come out at night ….

 

WHY ME?

by Gary Fletcher/Hilary Fletcher

Copyright Arone Records 1997

 

Del was low, had nothing going

His numbers never seemed to come up

until the day when he heard a voice

It’s you, it told him, go on be happy

And quiet Courtney, well she got the call –

an envied date with the school heartthrob

While Ed’s band had been asked to be the main support act

for EC and his up & coming world tour

 

Why me?

they asked, maybe a hundred times or more

Why me?

Well life’s a lottery, it’s just the luck of the draw

 

Well little Luke, he was so thrilled

to win the raffle at the school fair

While Mrs Haines and her attic antique

were very grateful to the Road Show

Nick’s goal meant United won the cup

And Ann was high, she’d beaten 50 others to the job

While out in Hollywood a lady of the night

was finding fame & fortune ‘cause of one untrue Brit

 

Why me?

they asked, maybe a hundred times or more

Why me?

Well life’s a lottery, it’s just the luck of the draw

 

How come I was the one who got picked? they said

How come it wasn’t somebody else instead?

Could have been anybody.  Please, someone say

what did I ever do to deserve such a fate?

 

Why me?

they asked, maybe a hundred times or more

Why me?

Well life’s a lottery, it’s just the luck of the draw

 

 

 

 

THE RELATIVES : FEUD OF LOVE

Roy Bainton, freelance music journalist and for many years The Blues Band's Fan Club organiser, had this to say about The Relatives' CD Feud of Love, which whilst available to purchase at Blues Band gigs and via the BB website, was recorded more for fun and "(he)art’s sake" than as a commercial endeavour:

"The term 'Labour of Love' can be applied to most works of art. If you don't 'love' what you're making, then why bother? I can vouch for the fact that a lot of love and labour has gone into this recording, to say nothing of a stream of disagreement and a dash of familial bile. The Relatives are, if you don't know it, Gary & Hilary Fletcher. Any collection of songs which includes in their covering dedication 'Thanks to Betty at Relate' is going to be nothing if not textured. 

First of all, if you are expecting an R&B record, then this is not for you. The fine-spun, mature pop music is hard to pin down. All the influences which have gone into Gary and Hilary's musical marriage get their airing, and this one of the disc's strong points. Because Gary Fletcher's background, unlike the rest of The Blues Band, is not the usual Chicago Blues package, then when Gary plays away from the BB formula, something very different comes out.

Feud of Love's lyrics, legibly laid out in the 16 page booklet, reveal a depth of thought, drama and something which today is often sadly only found in the 'remaindered' bin - a social conscience. Hilary's spoken verse on The Caring Eighties encompasses the steady atrophy of our collective social thinking over the past 18 years, and Gary's Summer Fuss points up all the fears of mature men living in the nasty 90s ... a fragile positivity against a steep, dark wall of doom:

'Some of us are lucky, some of us are not
Some of us would kill for what some of us have got ...'

I don't want to make a big thing of this aspect, because this album is, in the main, a very personal testimony of a relationship, and in some ways a chronicle of family life.

Considering the more 'down home' restrictions of working at the Coalhole Studios in Twickenham, both the bright and clear production and the multi-layered instrumental backings illustrate a flair and verve more usually associated with bands with mega budgets recording in sun-kissed Caribbean complexes. As we would expect, the bass playing is excellent, but it is refreshing to hear the other side of Gary with thoughtful electric and acoustic guitar, and both the drum programming and use of keyboards are outstanding.

Some of the songs are so traditionally 'rootsy' in their approach, too; it may be the purity of Hilary's voice on the opening track, More than just Love, or even the headily exotic feel of the first few bars of Dangerous Times, but these songs have stories; these words have been somewhere before they crept into a microphone.

There's the weary cynicism which besets the best marriages in Devoted, with the face-slapping chorus which observes:

'Oh they're devoted
to keeping it going
even though it's already gone ....'

Of course, we're totally biased here at Ready. But the question is, had I been sent this album as a total stranger to Gary's other musical work, would it have passed the playback test. What test? The test that asks you in two days' time, 'What the hell is that tune/lyric/phrase I can't get out of my head?' The more I listen to Feud of Love the more it grows on me. It's got a long, long life as far as we're concerned, and if you love good, well-crafted music, you'll not buy a better bargain this year."

Roy Bainton

To see lyrics by The Relatives click HERE

 

 

Copyright Gary Fletcher 2009    /    Last updated 24 January 2009