demos for Shropshire Lad album

Castles & Kings (Harley) – demo with rough 2nd guitar part.

Kate of Colebrook Dale [Trad. – Harley] (not the Jon Raven adaptation)

The Bonny Boy (trad.) [finished?]

rough mixes for Summertime On Bredon

Basic guitar/vocal track:

And a couple of mixes with bells and organ. Not sure about these. Certainly the organ could do with either cleaning up or dropping entirely.

Different mix:

3rd mix:

David Harley

Chickens they are crowing (Roud 3650) [demo]

Something a little off-piste for me: a song collected by Cecil Sharp in the Appalachians. I found myself singing it on one of my walks, then started thinking about how it might sound with guitar. Needs polishing, but I think it works OK in principle.

Sarah McQuaid recorded a version of this, from Peggy Seeger. This version, though, comes from Guy Carawan – oddly enough, from an LP recorded with Peggy Seeger that someone lent me for a while in the 1960s. However, Carawan sang it unaccompanied (though he did interpose some passages on recorder).

More info on the song from Mainly Norfolk.

David Harley

We never will have Paris [demo]

In making-the-tune-up-as-I-go-along mode. The lyric isn’t quite finished either. But going in the right direction.

 We never will have Paris (David Harley) (c) 2019

 I know that this is going nowhere
But a honeymoon in Heartbreak Hotel
Yet it seems that all I’ve done is think about you
For longer years than I have words to tell
For longer years than I have words to tell

Sometimes I catch myself hoping
Just once more to see you smile
In spite of all the harsh words passed between us
And all these long and weary miles
And all these long and weary miles

Perhaps you’re on your own tonight
Somewhere out there in the rain
Caught between the raindrops, still hoping
You’ll never be this sad again
You’ll never be this sad again

Again and again along the highway
We kissed at the turning of the road
Till somewhere I forgot to say goodbye
Walking down some sleepy highway on my own
Walking down some sleepy highway on my own

I know we never will have Paris
Or even one more foggy day in London Town
I wonder if you ever wonder
If the going up was worth the coming down

David Harley