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Ravenhurst Road. Phase 1


Lee Knight

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V1

Past bright and friendly houses

Kept with love and care

To a red brick schoolhouse

You won’t find love there

Classrooms dark and catholic

Stacked with silent load

Facts taught with the stick

Down Ravenhurst Road

 

Chorus

Leaning on the desktop

Dreaming in the class

Holding on to what he’s got

A boy he grows up fast

Filled with possibility

Ready to explode

You have to keep your powder dry

To survive in Ravenhurst Road

 

V2

The Fathers and the Brothers

All with Irish names

Believing boys were born in sin

They plied their Jesus game

With the Holy Ghost and Mary

Standing in the line

We mumbled meaning with their words

And we served our time.

 

Chorus

Leaning on the desktop

Dreaming in the class

Holding on to what he’s got

A boy he grows up fast

Filled with possibility

Ready to explode

You have to keep your powder dry

To survive in Ravenhurst Road

 

Bridge

Now the school has gone

Its ghost haunts me no more

But the scars remain

From all those lessons

Taught behind closed doors

 

V3 Solo

 

Chorus

Bless me now my father

Down on Ravenhurst Road

Bless me please for I have sinned

Down on Ravenhurst Road

Are you in heaven?

Are you in hell?

I really don't know

I charted a course

And followed the path

That led far from Ravensworth Road.

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Hmmmm…….. a few things to respond to and tidy up.

I'm a bit busy today, but I'll give it some heart-power later today.

 

Nice input from Ram, but it's not where I'd personally want to go content-wise. It would obviously need to be sung facetiously, and that could be hard to pull off in a full-blown final chorus. It also makes the song very long.

 

I'll check in later.

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Can't open Soundcloud with my browser, so I can't comment on the music, but the words are certainly not too much for a pop song! I hear a lot of pretty raunchy stuff. This isn't. It's pointed, but that's what makes it good.

 

The words work. You don't tell too much, you don't tell too little, and you manage to collapse a bunch of years into a few thoughtfully crafted verses. What strikes me about a lot of song writers is the lack of attention crafting. A good idea is just a good idea. Making it rise from the page takes both ability and effort.

 

High marks.

 

Del

 

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PS -

 

While I'm hanging out here, anyway, thought I'd share. Here's a ballad of mine that's also about a street, that also uses the repeating punch line device, and that isn't a love song. The theme is different (an adult's purgatory versus a child's hell), and there isn't much else in common - except, I hope, attention to crafting.

 

http://www.thefullertons.net/uploads/1/3/1/2/13125528/02_down_on_the_avenue.mp3

 

"Down On the Avenue"

 

Your shadow crossed the doorway,

a cool breeze drew you in,

all my best-laid plans for vanishing

suddenly wore thin.

I'd pass up the daily double

to show with someone new.

Beats sifting through the detritus

down on the avenue.

 

The barkeep sleeved by sawbuck,

you accepted my largesse,

I stood you for a couple,

here's to looking up your address.

Next time you're in the Mermaid Bar

and find me beached here, too,

remember: things have worked out worse

down on the avenue.

 

All that I won at strip poker

​I lost to bathtub gin.

The floater in my waterbed said,

"Let's drink to what should have been."

There's many ways to spin the bottle,

and I've toasted quite a few

between the straights and narrows

down on the avenue.

 

The ghosts were driving Rollses,

the dogs and cats spoke Dutch,

the bums were quaffing Remy's

while the alderman chewed his crutch.

Memphis Minnie mixed Manhattans,

Lana Lang was in the loo,

Hedda Hopper was heisting hubcaps

down on the avenue.

 

You answered every question

I'd lacked the wits to ask.

The barkeep ascended from the underworld

with a candle and a cobwebbed cask.

In the quavering, wayward mirror,

our eyes met, two by two.

You were talking about a deal gone bad

down on the avenue.

 

Del

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"Down On the Avenue"

 

Your shadow crossed the doorway,

a cool breeze drew you in,

all my best-laid plans for vanishing

suddenly wore thin.

I'd pass up the daily double

to show with someone new.

Beats sifting through the detritus

down on the avenue.

 

The barkeep sleeved by sawbuck,

you accepted my largesse,

I stood you for a couple,

here's to looking up your address.

Next time you're in the Mermaid Bar

and find me beached here, too,

remember: things have worked out worse

down on the avenue.

 

All that I won at strip poker

​I lost to bathtub gin.

The floater in my waterbed said,

"Let's drink to what should have been."

There's many ways to spin the bottle,

and I've toasted quite a few

between the straights and narrows

down on the avenue.

 

The ghosts were driving Rollses,

the dogs and cats spoke Dutch,

the bums were quaffing Remy's

while the alderman chewed his crutch.

Memphis Minnie mixed Manhattans,

Lana Lang was in the loo,

Hedda Hopper was heisting hubcaps

down on the avenue.

 

You answered every question

I'd lacked the wits to ask.

The barkeep ascended from the underworld

with a candle and a cobwebbed cask.

In the quavering, wayward mirror,

our eyes met, two by two.

You were talking about a deal gone bad

down on the avenue.

 

Del

 

Nice. A bit of Dylan with a Tom Waits chaser.

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Question: These lines you've rewritten are hard to sing. They don't feel right rhythmically.

 

To a red brick schoolhouse

You won’t find love there

 

​Does "Victorian" on its own, the way I had to put it, does that feel like awkward syntax or is it rhythm issues here? Schoolhouse certainly clears up any confusion right off the bat. And I can make it work in the phrasing, I'm just curious as I sort of became fond of the little bounce of VIC-tor-ee-un.

 

The 2nd line there, "you won't find love there". That spot has been difficult. Everything that needs to be said feels clunky in its rhythm. "You won't find love there". I'm not really sure where the stresses might be in that line. It's a soft line in a pointy spot.

 

KEPT... with love-and-care

​STACKED... with si-lent-load

ALL with I-rish-names

 

 

These all have a BOP! buh-duh-duh dum

 

'You won't find love there' is fine, but not in a spot that requires that pointed rhythm.

 

EAT... ing toast-and-jam

SUCK... ing on-her-toe

PULL... ing on-its-tail

 

KEPT... with love-and-care

​STACKED... with si-lent-load

ALL with I-rish-names

 

That's why I threw together the admittedly awkward phrase, "No one noticed the children there".

 

(no one) NO(ticed)... the child-ren-there

 

 

Note al the buried syllables I needed to make that close to working. And it really doesn't work, I know.

 

Past bright and friendly houses

Kept with love and care

To a red brick schoolhouse

HUSH(ed) in qui-et-pray'r

 

Hushed in quiet prayer

In need of no repair

(The smell of) children in the air

(No sound of) children in the air

Dark quiet in the air

 

Addressing these points you have raised:

 

1. Yep - I agree with keeping 'Victorian'. Once 'small' is deleted, the line feels OK. (use red or small but not both words)

 

2. I'm having no trouble singing 'You won't find love there'. I'm not sure how you're doing it but I'm doing it in the same way as the other lines you have highlighted. We really need to keep this meaning, and not be overly Pattison about it.

 

KEPT... with love and care

YOU … won't find love there

 

So here is where we are up to:

 

V1

Past bright and friendly houses

Kept with love and care

To a red brick Victorian……..To a small brick Victorian (alternative)

You won’t find love there

Classrooms dark and catholic

Stacked with silent load

Facts taught with the stick

Down Ravenhurst Road

 

Chorus

Leaning on the desktop

Dreaming in the class

Holding on to what he’s got

A boy grows up fast

Filled with possibility

Ready to explode

This boy kept his powder dry

In Ravenhurst Road

 

V2

The Fathers and the Brothers

All with Irish names

Believing boys were born in sin

They plied their Jesus game

With the Holy Ghost and Mary

Standing in the line

We mumbled meaning with their words

And we served our time.

 

Bridge

Now the school has gone

Its ghost haunts me no more

The scars that build our character

Sometime open doors

 

Chorus

Leaning on the desktop

Dreaming in the class

Holding on to what he’s got

A boy grows up fast

Filled with possibility

Ready to explode

This boy kept his powder dry

In Ravenhurst Road

 

Happy tracking …………..:music017:

 

 

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KEPT... with love and care

YOU … won't find love there

 

 

 

 

Red brick Victorian was works very well! Nice.

 

OK, just to be clear, I swear I don't care about any Pattison stuff at this stage. I speaking specifically practical. I absolutely agree we need that meaning. I'm on board with you 100%. And yes, the way you've stressed the...

 

YOU … won't find love there

 

...works out in syllable count. But unfortunately it sounds dorky as hell. The sound of it. Not the words or syllable count. The stress of YOU is absolutely unnatural in that cadence. The word "love" in the previous line is in the perfect spot to roll over the 16th note phrase. That soft "v" lovin-care. Now compare "find'-love". That hard "d" is completely different. And makes the vocal sound... dorky. It is, as Justin O once said, like a speed bump.

 

I hope I'm being clear this is not any sort of assessment on the words themselves. This is strictly about the ability to present them. To perform them.

 

however! I'm going top try to see if I can change the cadence for that line to accommodate those words. I'll try. But it's gotta flow or something's gotta go. I think I can make it flow. I'll stay in contact regarding this cause I get your concern. But be aware, I'm following your point completely. I get what you're saying. And that line is very much a different beast as a sung line to that cadence.

 

So I'll change the cadence and see. :)

 

 

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OK - I now understand the problem (phew - it can be tough working with pros).

 

I've played with a few alternatives that are the opposite of love, and this is what I've got:

 

V1

Past bright and friendly houses

Kept with love and care

To a red brick Victorian

Packed with cold despair

Classrooms dark and catholic

Stacked with silent load

Facts taught with the stick

Down Ravenhurst Road

 

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OK - I now understand the problem (phew - it can be tough working with pros). I've played with a few alternatives that are the opposite of love, and this is what I've got: V1 Past bright and friendly houses Kept with love and care To a red brick Victorian Packed with cold despair Classrooms dark and catholic Stacked with silent load Facts taught with the stick Down Ravenhurst Road
Bingo!!! I like that for a lot of reasons. I think the word despair as a rhyme is great and additionally it suits the mood of those verses. I'm digging it Mr. Phil! How do you feel about it? I also dig the packed/stacked rhyme. In other news: I'm tracking guitars to get my mind out of the lyric for now and it's coming along swimmingly. I've got a drippy psychedelic filtered guitar part that plays atmospheric fills, very un-guitar like, in the verses. Think faux Pink Floyd here. It also stacks in the chorus nicely. And since my buddy Jeff is gigging so much lately I'm taking a stab at a Paul/Taxman-like maniac solo. That too is un-guitar like. :-) and unfortunately very un-Paul like as well. Doing my best to get that Vox squank distorted thing going. Chuck Berry on meth. With the beefed up courses and solo section you haven't heard yet the rock guitar solo fits a lot better than it might at first seem. We'll see. And thank you very much for playing ball on that line. You are a gentleman and a scholar.
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Yep - I'm happy with the change, so goferit. I thought the packed / stacked might give it some extra bite.

Most of what goes on in your head musically goes over mine, but I always love the final outcome. You speak another language.

 

Chuck on Meth………here's an anecdote……..My Buddy Denny whom I have previously mentioned - his band opened for the Stones on their Oz/NZ 1972 tour so he got to jam with Mick Taylor and a fairly non-functioning Keef at that stage of his career.

 

Anyway, when Chuck came to Oz in the 70's he only ever travelled with a suitcase and guitar. The local tour promo people were expected to find backing musicians for him with the expectation that they all knew and could play Chuck's catalogue. So Denny got to be his backing guitarist on his tour here. He has a few tales to tell about Chuck.

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The local tour promo people were expected to find backing musicians for him with the expectation that they all knew and could play Chuck's catalogue. So Denny got to be his backing guitarist on his tour here. He has a few tales to tell about Chuck.

 

Yup, in "Hail, Hail, Rock 'n' Roll," Berry talks about only playing with pick-up bands. That's great, because it opens a door for folks.

 

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