You're not for me

Words and music by Richard Homer

4/4, 120 bpm, mf, slow but with power

Intro C, Am high, G, C high, Am, G, F, E twice, then

C high Am G C high
I lay here, / in nausea / on couch / reclining,
C high Am G C high
listening to / one offering / from Taiwan, / or somewhere,
C high F G C high
the anodyne / whining of / pre-teenage group, / inclining
Am G F C
me to a broken / pleasure in the / afternoon / air.

Am G
Not for me, group, / you’re not for me.
Am G
I need to hear a group / passionate in their beat,
Am G F E
I need something / raw, with bite, / for a stereo / tea,
Am G F E
not a pre-cast, / limping, / adolescent / bleat,

Am E Am
that appeals to the office clerk, of phone call imbecility 
Am E Am
or the crisp and peanut troutpout girl, with / unthinking glass of / gin,
Am G F E
but maybe you, / too, don’t like my / music, don’t like / me
E F C G F C G F C G F C E Am
going / away //// when / I and the group / begin.

Nausea, / nausea,
boring, / boring,
I’m going, I think, / I’m going to / throw up / again,
hearing / the same / ad nauseam / refrain

that appeals to the unwashed feminist / teaching Gender / Geography,
or the inner city socialist who thinks / that Labour might just / win,
but maybe you, / too, don’t like / my music, or you don’t like / me,
going / away / when / I and the / group / begin.

The world would be a / boring place to be,
hearing the same thing / everywhere,
the junk of / illiterate // inanity,
the bubble gum / toxin / in the / air

that appeals to the Guardian MP who comes / half across as / bright,
or the liberal police inspector with the / multi-racial / grin,
but maybe you, / too, don’t like / me or the songs that I / write,
going / away / when / I and the / group / begin.

‘My love will get you through; my love will get you through,’
you may be quite right, my sweetheart, it may of course be true,
but I need words and music that come kicking into me,
not lightweight sugar you get in kindergarten tea,

that appeals to the ones who write the / social science / commentary,
who read the words of Mao, or / Che, or Ho Chih / Minh,
but maybe you, / too, don’t like my / songs, don’t like / me,
going / away / when / I and the / group / begin.

No, you must get your / emotion growing,
blazing through melancholy or the / brightest time,
where the rhythm, / the beat, the / group get / going,
the tonality of word, / melody, / rhyme

that appeals to the intelligent, with / a quiet, thinking / beer,
with a bright hot plate of roast lamb, / with background / Borodin,
but maybe you, / too, don’t like / me, or even me being / here,
going / away / when / I and the / group / begin.

Me, now, I think the music is / quite wrong;
me now, I think in music / ‘summer’s almost gone’,
get a heavy / horse and plough, / let the group / bore
into you, with music / honest, / calm, / rough, / raw,

that appeals to those with an / intellect like / me,
who, with biotechnology, want the / chance to clone a / twin,
but maybe you, / too, don’t like / me or my / pomposity,
going / away / when / I and the / group / begin.

Ending

I lay here, / in nausea / on couch / reclining,
listening to / one offering / from Taiwan, / or somewhere,
the anodyne / whining of / pre-teenage group, / inclining
me to a broken / pleasure in the / afternoon / air.


new song?

Go, take a hike, get those who play back in time,


it means different things / to different people; / that, I think, is / fair enough,
right now, / it means I’m / beginning to get / rough,

Rhythm of the earth

Words and music by Richard Homer

4/4 time, 83 bpm

A B flat A

whispering rain / in the / night

E A / E A

come to / me, / come to me / here

G E A

one nocturnal bird / whooping / cry

hungry fish / jumping / high

G E A / B flat A / CBA / E A

the cool earth / / purring // alone

whispering rain / in the / night

come to / me, / come to me / here

bickering / crabs on their / beat

honking / frog insect / eat

G E A / B flat A / CBA / E A

the cool earth / / purring // alone

G F / G F / G F / C B flat A / C B flat A / E A 

conga, quiro / timber / tight

breathing of the / tiring / trombone

clarinet / pricking the / night

the cool earth // purring // alone

whispering rain, / in the / night

come to / me, / come to me / here

hearing the / sea breeze / blow

horizon sunset / of lazy / glow

G E A / B flat A / CBA / E A

the cool earth / / purring // alone

The way I am

Words and music by Richard Homer 

4/4 93 bpm Intro CFC, CFC, CGC CFC

I’m in a place of no / logical / thought

a place of non-stop / brusque / retort

no energy, no semblance of // normality

where thinking has gone // away from me

ooh, / ooh, / that’s the way I / am 

I’m in a place of / intellectual / haze 

my mind, or what’s left of it, / in a / maze 

where evening might bring a // memory

where pleasure has gone // away from me

ooh, / ooh, / that’s the way I / am 

C high G C high 

Gone away from me, / gone away from / me 

FGC high ooh, / ooh, / ooh 

C high G C high 

Gone away from me, / gone away from / me 

FGC high ooh, / ooh, / ooh 

Am F 

I have watched / many things go 

GC 

but the truth is that I no / longer know 

FG C high 

what has / gone away from / me 

FG C high 

what has / gone away from / me 

FCGC 

because / that’s the / way I / am 

FCGC 

Am F 

On the bed, one leg / up on knee 

GC 

I ask what do people / know about me 

Am F 

the answer, of course, is, / ‘not that much’ 

GC 

because when people come out, I kick me / into touch 

FG C high FG C high 

then / I go away from / me, 

then / I go away from / me 

FCGC 

but / that’s the / way I / am 

FCGC 

I’m thinking of nothing (night café)

Words and music by Richard Homer 

4/4, 93 bpm 

C F G C

I’m thinking of / nothing in / indolent / way

GFC / G

I’m / enjoying the time / here 

C F G C

oh yeah, I’m / quite / content on my / own 

GCFC

quiet / café, / night / beer 

I want / no-one, / nothing with / me  

I’m in a / half aware / haze 

oh yeah, I’m / quite / content on my / own 

wheezing / fan / fluorescent / gaze 

orange / night, / whispering / tree

workmen / enjoy chopstick / cheer 

oh yeah, I’m / quite / content on my / own 

bottles / of loud / Tiger / beer

on the / ignorant / concrete / floor

half-gone / dog / unaware

oh yeah, I’m / quite / content on my / own 

me here / without a / care 

C high FGC

I’m thinking of / nothing in / indolent / way 

FCGC

ooh

C high FGC

yeah, here on my / own, / nothing with / me 

FCGC

ooh 

C high FGC

oh yeah, I’m / quite / content on my / own 

CGFC

yeah, here on my / own, / no-one with / me

GCFFC

Come to me

Words and music by Richard Homer

4/4, 135 bpm Intro Am GI7 Am /G GI7 G /FGC

Am GI7 Am 

A morning when I / awoke at / two

G GI7 G

the moon up high / glowing / bright

F C high

the question once / again I ask

G GI7 G

why things just didn’t / work out / right

F G C high

why things / just didn’t / work out right 

FC, GC, FGC

The airport where we / kissed / goodbye

that time now seems so / far from / here

now nothing but / monotony

the aching of low / grinding / gear 

the aching / of low / grinding / gear

Here now nothing / to / inspire

I think again of where / we might / be

a walk, a swim, a / loving night

if you had not gone / away from / me

if you had not / gone / away from / me

Now hurt kicks in, tears / coming / by

with a bitter / winter / bite

in the empty / room I try

to brush away my / thoughts / tonight

to brush / away my / thoughts tonight

On the bed, window / open / now

emptiness is // everywhere

your colour blanket / close to me

a memory of when you / used to / care

a memory of / when you / used to care

C F G C

Come to me / again; yeah, / I want / you 

C F G C

to care for me / in the / way I once / knew

G C G C

being with / me / throughout the / night

G GI7 G / G G17 G G17 C

before you went / away from / me

C F G C

before you / went / away from / me

Terengganu night (cahaya bulan)

Words and music by Richard Homer 

4/4, 3/4, 93 bpm

Em Bm 

the crackle of fire in the / evening haze 

Em Bm 

undergrowth of leafy, / whispering maze 

Am Em

broken house, / timber frame

Am Em 

of jungle squatting, / abandoned name

Am Bm Em

Terengganu / night

rubbing of a million / insect wing 

grunting wild boar / rummaging 

insipid air / monotony 

croaking frog / cacophony

Terengganu / night

Bm Am / Am Em

where are you / now? / where did you / go? 

Bm Am / Am Em

how we went / wrong, / I want to / know 

Am Em

I want to / know

I gaze alone at the / moon up high

bringing back those / years gone by 

ebbing water, / concrete pier 

engine oil, / fishing gear

Terengganu / night 

Ch

Am Bm Am Em

mosquito tango / in the / night / air

the aroma of the flowers / waltzing / here and / there

the rumba of the breeze in the / coconut / tree

3/4 Am Em

they / come back / to / talk / to the / night, / to / me

they / come back / to / talk / to the / night, / to / me Bm Em

4/4 Bm Am Em / Bm Am Em 

Terengganu / night, Terengganu / night

where are you / now? / where did you / go? 

how we went / wrong, / I want to / know 

I want to / know

3/4 Am Em

cengkerik / menari / menyanyi / ke / bintang 

cengkerik / menari / menyanyi / ke / bintang 

4/4 Bm Am Em / Bm Am Em 

Terengganu / night, Terengganu / night

Bm Am Em / Bm Am Em

come / to / me, / come / to / me 

Am Em / Am Em

come to / me, / right / here