Critique please..
Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2020 11:34 am
Here's a song I wrote about two years ago. It's the story of an imaginary meeting with an old school gangster in a London pub one night. I've got a tune for it and will get it recorded when funds allow! Love to know what you guys and girls think...
MISSING IN ACTON
1.
He had the look of an old Mod about him
From his "Royals" to his button-down shirt
But I saw in his eyes
As he sank pints of “Pride”
An old man no stranger to hurt
So I struck up a long conversation
About music and football and life
His hero was Weller
His best friend the feller
Who last year ran off with his wife
Chorus
Incognito and missing in Acton
On the ropes, on the razz, on the run
From the coppers, the villains, the taxmen
My advice; keep your head down old son
2.
His Ma was a Camberwell beauty
His father, the last stevedore
And the streets of his birth
Was the Bermondsey turf
He never would see anymore
So I called for two double Napoleons
And we drank to the good days gone by
As the closing bell rang
He stood up and he sang
“Danny Boy” with a tear in his eye
Chorus
Incognito and missing in Acton
On the ropes, on the razz, on the run
From the coppers, the villains, the taxmen
My advice; keep your head down old son
Post Chorus
"Il flagrante delicto" in Acton
Under stress, under dressed, underdone
It was this or his sister’s in Clacton
His advice; get a life my old son
© Martin Manley
MISSING IN ACTON
1.
He had the look of an old Mod about him
From his "Royals" to his button-down shirt
But I saw in his eyes
As he sank pints of “Pride”
An old man no stranger to hurt
So I struck up a long conversation
About music and football and life
His hero was Weller
His best friend the feller
Who last year ran off with his wife
Chorus
Incognito and missing in Acton
On the ropes, on the razz, on the run
From the coppers, the villains, the taxmen
My advice; keep your head down old son
2.
His Ma was a Camberwell beauty
His father, the last stevedore
And the streets of his birth
Was the Bermondsey turf
He never would see anymore
So I called for two double Napoleons
And we drank to the good days gone by
As the closing bell rang
He stood up and he sang
“Danny Boy” with a tear in his eye
Chorus
Incognito and missing in Acton
On the ropes, on the razz, on the run
From the coppers, the villains, the taxmen
My advice; keep your head down old son
Post Chorus
"Il flagrante delicto" in Acton
Under stress, under dressed, underdone
It was this or his sister’s in Clacton
His advice; get a life my old son
© Martin Manley
