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