Clipped Wings

The weather has turned a little colder here in Stoke-on-Trent, it’s raining outside and I’ve been practicing a new picking technique from a book I picked up in a charity shop a few weeks ago.

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Everyone else in the Folk world seems to have a variety of picking methods available to them. I’ve watched the likes of Martyn Joseph and Chris Wood effortlessly using a whole range of different methods. This book looks like a great introduction to this new world.

The one I have been practicing is the ‘thumb pluck variation in 4/4’ which goes like this:

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I’m sure I will get the hang of it very soon, at the moment concentrating on playing the right chords, singing the right words and using the new picking style is quite tricky, especially on this song ‘Clipped Wings’ as I’m still finalising the words on it and haven’t learnt it all yet:

 

 


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James

Something’s Changing

Verse: Am C Em
Chorus: G D C G

I walk the covered walkways in my mind
Everything I see reminds me of the time
We were never going anywhere real fast
Held down by the memories of our pasts

But something’s changing, I know it is
We waited all our days for this

Dancing on street corners through the night
Holding on tightly ’til morning light
We were never going anywhere fast
Counting down the seconds ’til the last

But something’s changing, I know it is
We waited all our lives for this

Train pulls slowly out of town
Missing you now you’re not around
We were never going anywhere fast
This lifetime slipping through my grasp

But something’s changing, I know it is
We waited all our lives for this

Walking the old streets again
Turning a corner and then
We were never going anywhere real fast
Held down by the memories of my past

But something’s changing, I know it is
We waited all our days for this
Something’s changing, I know it is
We waited all our lives for this


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Chamberlain Road – Stoke-on-Trent

An updated version of my music video ‘Chamberlain Road’, with some video scenes from around Stoke-on-Trent:

 

Chamberlain Road

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The incinerator’s burning late tonight
Hanging a cloud over all that I’ve known
The voices are calling out united
As they’re singing they’re victory home
D     C      Em
And I’m running down Chamberlain Road
D   C                Em
I’m running down Chamberlain Road

Walk with the old man to the Commercial
Sunday afternoon and a drink with the boys
They all wonder now if it was worth it
All those years of blood, sweat and toil
And I’m running down Chamberlain Road
I’m running down Chamberlain Road

We stood and watched in mourning
As they tore the old stadium down
No more Saturdays in the Victoria
When you’re queuing for the bus out of town
And I’m running down Chamberlain Road
I’m running down Chamberlain Road

The doors of the the Spode are all boarded
The factory’s a museum of what it used to be
They took all our coal and they burnt it
What did they leave for you and me?
And I’m running down Chamberlain Road
I’m running, I’m running down Chamberlain Road