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Last Updated: 11/19/2009

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City: Milton Keynes
State: East
Country: UK
Signup Date: 4/1/2006

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June 9, 2009 - Tuesday 
A good friend of mine Steve Hunt has posted a blog which details some unsavoury developments -
blogs.myspace.com/kernowsteve
is the link
Anyone so minded is welcome to help me by proof-reading the lyrics of "No Ladders" for any ambiguities which might attract rabid weak-minded fascists to the rest of my music. you'll find them near the bottom of the page at
http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll&friendId=67449620&page=4

Cheers
Dan

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April Anderson

 
 Hi,

 This blog thing is new to me! I am still a techno phobe really. Did you get my album?  More to the point did you enjoy it?  April
 
Posted by April Anderson on August 9, 2009 - Sunday - 9:15 PM
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dan plews

 
Hi April. You've caught me online!
I did get your album, and I did like it, particularly your singing, your production and some of the musicianship on it. I lent it to a friend to see what she thought of it. So in the meantime I've not listened to it in a fortnight. Will have to get it back!
Thanks for thinking of me, & I'm sorry you had to prompt (I've been ill with tonsilitis for the last 10 days..)
x
dan
 
Posted by dan plews on August 9, 2009 - Sunday - 9:22 PM
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dan plews

 
Here are the lyrics to "No Ladders that Tall", written by MA Woolley and Dan Plews which is copyright Dan Plews (PRS/mcps)

When I was a child I grew up on the land
The farmers drew horses with reins in their hands
Birds flew behind in an October sky
Followed when they left for France to fight and to die
We laughed at the silent films, Keaton and all
Gracie sang Tango Dream in the old music hall
We always stared slack-jawed when motor cars passed
Dad thought that we were both daft, said the fad wouldn't last
Oh, the halter, the saddle, the bit and the brow-band
Was the language we could understand
The stories he told and the songs that we sung
Made us strong like the shires in the fields, shine like the sun
(We'd sing) "fol-de-rol-day, fol-de-rol-larety, fol-de-rol-lay-ladly-fol-de-rol-day"
We'd stare at the stars in the warm nights in June
My brother said "one day we'll walk on that moon"
We aired our wings on the old dry stone wall
Solid earth underfoot our dad said "there's no ladders that tall"
When the clouds gathered to the east we read the signs
And in France and in Flanders harrowed their lines
The tools that we used winnowed bodies like chaff
Then they turned blood and bone into dust with one blinding flash
Oh and I took a man's life between his grasping hands
Though he knew I could not understand
He called for his mother and for his loved ones
I cradled his head in my arms and he died with the sun
(And I sang to him) "fol-de-rol-day, fol-de-rol-larety, fol-de-rol-lay-ladly-fol-de-rol-day"
On our TV the kids watched the bad and the good
There were hands in the tills and those gathering wood
The vietnamese executee, King's soliloquy
Then Neil stepped off the last rung into Tranquility.
But no-one debated the cause that we'd fought for
When they celebrated the end of the old war
The fascists were back and the union jack
Gives no comfort or warmth if you're old or you're crippled or you're poor
And now satellites relay pictures and sound
Of the bombs that Jack builds bringing death raining down
While Jill appeals to clear our mines from their fields
But to beggars the doors to the house that Jack's built remain sealed
There are some things are better now, I'll not deny
But I'll state and maintain 'til the day that I die
All the good things that progress brings I'd give them back
With the claptrap that they wrap in the Union Jack
For as the lark calls and the silent leaf falls
And the shadows grow tall on the old dry stone walls
Lay me in the lea with the shade of oak over me
A corner of England more english there never will be
(I'll sing) "fol-de-rol-day, fol-de-rol-larety, fol-de-rol-lay-ladly-fol-de-rol-day"
As the lark calls
And the silent leaf falls
When shadows grow tall
On dry stone walls
Lay me in the lea
With the shade of oak over me
A corner of England,
A corner of England.

 
Posted by dan plews on August 9, 2009 - Sunday - 9:26 PM
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The Sixsmith's

 
Good to hear your still hard at it. You still sound as distinctive as ever. Are you still playing with Guy? and based in Milton Keynes. I recently opened my own restaurant and bar in Vancouver, (what was i thinking?) still better than that hotel I leased outside of Dublin. Remember you and Liz came over for Paddy's day. seems like a life time ago.
Jack
 
Posted by The Sixsmith's on October 6, 2009 - Tuesday - 11:42 AM
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dan plews

 
Hi Jacko
Yep, still playing with Guy, and still remember the Coise and little baby Octopuses eating my cabbage and bacon...Am currently wearing a Vancouver fleece - like any other fleece but with the words Vancouver Canada emblazoned on its breast (ouch). So, can I have an all-expenses-paid gig at your bar? Let's see: Fiddler, Halle (played, closed); Coise Farraige, Bray (played, closed).. doesn't look good, does it? But I assure you a lot of the places I've played have remained open long after I've mounted my carmousine and ridden into the sunset yellow...
I wish you every success with the restaurant/bar anyway. Send me a link to your other half's music
xx
Dan

 
Posted by dan plews on October 13, 2009 - Tuesday - 6:53 PM
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