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A wonderful vinyl came out in the weird year of '68. All cut out in a circle with the label of a tobacco can. Since being a smoker then, I was attracted to it.

Four English cockney lads singing songs with fun and intensity.

Take a listen and enjoy.

Afterglow Of Your Love

I'm happy just to be with you

And loving you the way I do

It's everything I need to know

Just resting in the afterglow of your...

Love, love is all around me

Everywhere

Love has come to touch my soul

With someone who really cares

No one can deny us

People who once passed me by

Will turn their heads 'round

I'm happy just to be with you

And loving you the way I do, yeah

It's everything I need to know

Just resting in the afterglow of your love

You

Yes you have always been here

Feeling deep inside

A feeling that I could not see

Or touch, or try to hide

My love is in and around you

I bless the day that I found you

So listen up baby

I'm happy just to be with you

And loving you the way I do, yeah

It's everything I need to know

Just resting in the afterglow of your love

Love is like a voice in my head

Keeps turning 'round the things that we said

I'm happy just to be with you

And loving you the way I do, yeah

It's everything I need to know

Just resting in the afterglow of your love

Rene

[This is a song about a London prostitute, so contains a lot of slang an

sexual innuendo, not all of which I understand!]

There she is parading on the quayside

You can find her every night

Ah, waiting for a [?] from Tyneside -

Why it's Rene, the docker's delight!

[There's a word in there I have no idea about, it sounds like "stevador",

whatever that is! Tyneside is a region in the north-east of England, home

of Newcastle, The Animals, Sting and film director Ridley Scott.]

Well, if you just got off an oil tanker

And you've got the readies (in the bin?) [readies = ready cash]

Just make your way down to The Crown

Song Of A Baker

There's wheat in the field

And water in the stream

And salt in the mine

And an aching in me

I can no longer stand and wonder

'Cos I'm driven by this hunger

So I'll jug some water

Bake some flour

Store some salt and wait the hour

While I'm thinking of love

Love is thinking for me

And the baker will come

And the baker I'll be

I am depending on my labour

The texture and the flavour

Lazy Sunday

Wouldn't it be nice

To get on with me neighbours

But they make it very clear

They've got no room for ravers

They stop me from groovin',

They bang on me wall

They doing me crust in

It's no good at all

Lazy Sunday afternoon

I got no mind to worry

I close my eyes and drift away

Here we all are sittin' in a rainbow

Gore blimey hello Mrs Jones

How's old Bert's lumbago (mustn't grumble)

I'll sing you a song,

With no words and no tune

To sing in your party

While you suss-out the moon

Lazy Sunday afternoon,

I got no mind to worry

Close my eyes and drift away

Root-de-doo-de-doo

Root-de-doot-de die day

Root-de doot de dum

Root-de-doo-de-doo dee

There's no one to hear me,

There's nothing to say

And no one can stop me

From feelin' this way

Lazy Sunday afternoon

I've got no mind to worry

Close my eyes and drift away

Rollin over

Goodbye sunshine I'm on my way

I'll be long time gone by the break of day

Tell everyone that I'm gonna find it

There ain't nothin' gonna stop me

Rollin' Over, Rollin' Over

Save all your lovin' till I get home

To the sweetest lovin' sunshine that I've ever known

Tell everyone that I'm gonna find it

There ain't nothin' gonna stop me

Rollin' Over, Shak-do-way

Rollin' Over, Yeah-yeah-yeah...

NOTE: Cheri Johnson a senior communications major did a thesis on this subject for the Communications Arts and Design Department of VCU in Richmond. What follows is her work and a great conception during the dye-cut and fold out years. Good artwork and concept for printers.

Happiness Stan

Are you all sitty comftorbold and squirm your body??

Then I’ll begin

Now of course, like all real life experience story, this also begins once upon a title.

And Happiness Stan whose life evolved in ephemereal colour dreamy most, had hs pure existence on this being a deep oy of the mulit-colour of the rainbolds. Oh yes…his home is a Victorian charibowl, this is the foorewill flollopedftftft out the backgrove. Now, as eve on its deep approachy, his eye on the moon, all time sometime deep oy of the full moon scintillate and dangly in the heavenly abode, but now only half.

Oh blow your cool, man, he do this deep thoughtcus. What is the folly of this half disappearing of the moony most?

And as the light did a scintillate and change through time most….stop it still…and he did a deep thoughtcus what?

I absolutely smashing flakit he was.

So, gathering all behind in the nintermost, he ploddy ploddy forward into the deep thundermold of the complicating forrey to sortinit this one out, matey. Where at man, he thoughtcus, where at man….oh dear.

Now, after little lapse of time, Stan became deep hungry in his timlode. Oh, after all, he struggly trickly hair several milelode and anyone would suffer under this. So he did a deep thoughtcus; out with his lunchy bag; just about to do a little niblode of his mincy meaty when…

The Hungry Intruder

Here am I

Tiny Fly

May I share your Shepherd's Pie?

What is this strange voice I hear?

Here I am

Look This Way

In the landscape on your tray

There's no need to ask a silly question

If I were you I hope you'd do the same

There's no doubt I'd help a hungry fly

To see you in a fix it's really such a shame

I'm so hungry

I could die

And now I'll a living fly

My name is Stan

I'm on a quest

Take your fill,

Take nothing less

I am that

That am I

And now I'll be a living fly

Now the fly was overwhelmed with this generosity of Staley’s givegivegive of the foodage, cause all of life suffla the foodage. (ha ha) He looked at Stan and said,

“Is there anything I can reciprocale or do in the joy of return for your generosity for giving me food and stuffy.”

Stan-

“I’m looking for the missing half of the moon and dangly. This is my folly…show me where the missing half of the mmon?”

“I don’t know”, said the fly retarrily, “but I know someone who’d know, if only I were big enough to transporty most….I’d take you there myself. I’d do this…”

And Stan, having the possessy power fo the magicold, arm standed over, rolly up his sleevley and waverly hand hovery hovery hovery and utter these magic wordly:

“If all the flies were one fly, what a great enormous gl filolloper that would bode….”

Oh! And there, incredible, overy overy, Ah….now the fly recall with these wordage:

“NOT ONLY WILL I TRANPORTNIM THERE BUT I’LL SEE A DEEP JOY OF SUNLODE IN YOUR EARDROVES, THAT I WILL DO.”

And so, seaty comftorbold on the back of this enormous fly, zooooooooop, they took it off like an escaped velocey of a rocket floating into orby.

The Journey

If tomorrow was today

It would yesterday

The sun is surely just a thought away

Where visions that men fail

To put to words to tale

And music that they try but cannot (p)lay

You're right it's just a dream, your company so kind

Hold very tightly please and we shall go out.

Now, after floating high up, over the mounty, through the deep valley of that for seven whole long days, they did a very soft and flat belly landing (if I may put it this way). Where they landed? A tranquil beauty spotty before a deep thundermold of a fortey. Like orchids in the undergrowpth, there is was and the fly said it:

“ I MUST LEAVE YOU HERE.”

And he pointed here with his sort of fly-type fingold, it was all feathery feathery and said,

“MAD JOHN – MARK THE WORDS, HE LIVED-ED IN A CAAVED THERE IN THIS FAR DEEP FORREY AND HE WILL TRANSPORT FORO YOU AND FIND IT NOT ONLY THE MOON ITSELF WHICH YOU LOOKED BYT THE PHILOSOPHY OF LIFE ITSELF.”

And Stan had a mutual oy for this and reach up and cuddly most of this big fly and very hard to embrace him (mmm mmm kissy) and the fly tickly with his whiskers in his deardroves – and off he went.

And so Stan walk-ed toward the cave and in his mind, mark the word - Mad John –oooo deep thoughtcus on this all a tremblode looking into the dark and peering into the backgrove of the black in there and then….

MAD JOHN

There was an old man who lived in the greenwood

Nobody knew him or what he had done

But mothers words say to their children beware of Mad John.

John would sing with the birds in the morning

Laugh with the wind in the cold end of night

But people from behind their curtains, said he's not quite right.

John had it sussed he was living the life of a tramp

Yes his bed was the cold and the damp but the sun was his friend

He was free

So here was a wise one who loved all the haters

He loved them so much that their hate turned to fear

And shaking from behind their curtains the loved ones would hear.

….MAD JOHN! In fine foldy silken robes all whitely hair scintillating beard and dangly (well the beard must have been thirty-four years old to grow and grow all nightlode…wht?!) and he was glowing with a friendly light (oh dear joy) and a voice full of the cockney cockney cockney all joy of life and living eminate from the cocklode of his heartstrings.

“Good to see ou lman….what’s been our hang-up, man? I waitin’ seven whole days for you. Not still worried about the scintillatin’ moon and dangly, huh? Huh?!”

“Yeyeyes, that’s why I sortnin you out here, trickly trickly hair on the back of this fly who told me…”

And John link-ed arms with him and walking out stepper by stepper he pointed a cockney forefingold,

“There! Up in the heavenly abode!”

What?! Stan realized now, which it struck him like a smackeroblooity which come for his turn he never thought was before.

-As the sun rise in the early mordy,

so the recall of the moon on the eve-

Ah…and he thought, hmmmm.

“Now, the fly had something extra special you thoughtcus to say to me if you would.”

And John looking at him and attracting his earnestly of his eyebowls, straight nose to nose and eye to eyebowl for it,

“Of course, I nearly forgot it…just you listen…”

Happy Days Toy Town

Life is just a bowl of All-Bran

You wake up every morning and it's there

So live as only you can

It's all about enjoy it 'cos ever since you saw it

There ain’t no one can take it away.

So life is just a bowl of All-Bran - very true!

What you say has made it very clear

To be sure I'll live as best as I can

But how can I remember to keep it all together

When half the moon is taken away?

Well, I've got the very thing

If you can laugh and sing

Give me those happy days toytown newspaper smiles

Clap twice, lean back, twist for a while

When you're untogether and feeling out of tune

Sing this special song with me, don't worry 'bout the moon

Looks after itself

Steve: Can I have a go?

Ron: Yes

Steve: Yeah?

Ron: Sing now:

Give me those happy days toytown newspaper smile

Clap twice, lean back, twist for a while

Well now you've got the hang of it

There's nothing you can't do with it

If you're very tuned to it you can't go wrong.

All together!

Give me those happy days toytown newspaper smile

Clap twice, lean back, twist for a while

Well now we've got the hang of it

There's nothing we can't do with it

And now we're very into it we can't go wrong!

[So remember these special wordage:

Happydaystoylitown read it and chuckly smile.

They all have a lovely turn-on.

Names came:

Huckleberry fickle tickle my finegold

Little Boy Blue left his horn and stuffy

Under the mellotrode and freed from all love.

Oh! What a mind-blast!

Jacky Jill meet up Mother Brodie.

Oh, what a joy of a trickly hair,

And I hope your turn was ¾ half as lovely,

Wouldn’t you love and enjoy it?

Stay cool, won’t you?

Stanley Unwin's nonsense]

Give me those happy days toytown newspaper smile

Clap twice, lean back, twist for a while

Well now we've got the hang of it

There's nothing we can't do with it

And now we're very into it we can't go wrong!

STAY COOL, WON'T YOU?