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Return of the Native

by Vinny Peculiar

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1.
In 74 the schools at war on the 318 and the 144 T Rex at the old town hall It’s a long way back but we’ve walked home before Cricket Club discothèque and a gang of lads in fancy dress Kicking off getting chased over the waste ground to the new estate Life’s a gas no life’s a bitch Tony Blackburn he’s in bits Rocky Horror dressed like a witch Cause I am the grove and you are the ditch And there’s fighting in the colleges And dancing at The Forest Inn Strand Café at the top of the town Gang of Kids in Dr Martens give you the run around Feather cut at the barbers shop A Les Paul copy and a smoker’s cough Hop Wood ho down its The Jameson Raid Dying of exposure discontented winter days Roof top protest not a stitch Jesus loves you now just play the hits The show must go on without a hitch Cause I am the grove and you are the ditch I don’t want to be in your gang No Puppy Love no Shang a Lang Tarts n vicars fools romancing And always way too many skinheads dancing Guitar Hero gone to ground The headlines run in the NME & Sounds Once upon a time he was bound for glory Now a tax exile and a closet Tory Wacky Warehouse and you’re off your tits Pills n thrills in starts and tits They rot your teeth man give you a twitch Cause I am the grove and you are the ditch I am the grove and you are the ditch…
2.
I’m the Malvern winter gardener Sat out on a deck chair in the snow oh wo A famous rock star in my time All the ladies standing in line Not that any one of you would know oh no Not that anyone of you would know Not that anyone I’m a Malvern Winter Gardener I played here a thousand years ago You were always my best friend Until the good times came to an end The band split up there was nowhere left to go Not that any one of you would know Not that any one anyone Cause nothing grows around here anymore I’m just trying to keep the weeds at bay and the wolf from the door I can see that very spot where the cover of Argus was shot Ted Turner used to come by a lot To see the Malvern winter gardener Sweeping leaves and watching the flowers grow oh ho Hiding in the potting shed Listening to The Grateful Dead I get a little off my head but I go with the flow Not that any one of you would know Not that any one CauseI saw Man I saw Budgie Eddie and the Hotrods Ozzy, Sassafras, Wishbone Ash, be Bop Deluxe and The Clash were the last band in town Before my world came tumbling down The day she left me in this little old town Where there’s not a lot going on today So I take the afternoon off Sit in our favourite café We split up a way back when I still think of her every now n then Not that anyone of you would know oh no Not that anyone of you would know Not that anyone I’m the Malvern Winter Gardener I’m the Malvern winter gardener Sat out on a deck chair in the snow oh wo A famous rock star in my time All the ladies standing in line Not that any one of you would know oh no Not that anyone of you would know Not that anyone I’m a Malvern Winter Gardener I played here a thousand years ago You were always my best friend Until the good times came to an end The band split up there was nowhere left to go Not that any one of you would know Not that any one anyone Cause nothing grows around here anymore I’m just trying to keep the weeds at bay and the wolf from the door I can see that very spot where the cover of Argus was shot Ted Turner used to come by a lot To see the Malvern winter gardener Sweeping leaves and watching the flowers grow oh ho Hiding in the potting shed Listening to The Grateful Dead I get a little off my head but I go with the flow Not that any one of you would know Not that any one CauseI saw Man I saw Budgie Eddie and the Hotrods Ozzy, Sassafras, Wishbone Ash, be Bop Deluxe and The Clash were the last band in town Before my world came tumbling down The day she left me in this little old town Where there’s not a lot going on today So I take the afternoon off Sit in our favourite café We split up a way back when I still think of her every now n then Not that anyone of you would know oh no Not that anyone of you would know Not that anyone I’m the Malvern Winter Gardener
3.
Blackpole 04:30
I got changed and stood out on the landing Looking out across the fields of clay Dressed up like one of Cromwell’s henchmen It was August late bank holiday I was living Crusoe’s dream in Blackpole Studying the art of croft and law My girl was watching old films on the TV She loves Michael Caine and Roger Moore And the hills were alive with posters For a far right wing campaign When I said good-bye to my girlfriend she said I think it’s going to rain She never took to battle re enacting But she understood and she never did complain There’s a weird high before you go to battle And you’re always keen to get the detail right There are prizes for the most authentic costumes And a busty wench well its every mans delight No soon as this battle it had started When a crazy Cavalier hurtled past And he stuck his sword beneath my breastplate And I fell down into the mud bath Amidst my band of brothers re creating battles past Flags a scabbard pistols a blunderbuss a pike man and his staff I just lay there in the grass death took me swiftly I never felt a thing my heart stopped beating And the battle it raged on but soon I was gone Soon I was gone There was nothing that could be done to save me Now I float across the fields of Blackpole Like every ghost who passed this way before Frightening myself as much as anybody else And meanwhile back in 1664 The spirit life it suits me down to the ground My girl married the undertaker the man who hung around And they’re living in the same old house in Blackpole I heard they plan to settle down But I’ll be keeping an eye on them yes I will Once upon a time I was Pike Man In the English Civil War And you’d find me in the alehouse Live music and pussy galore… In Blackpole
4.
Golden City 02:51
So how long do you plan to stay? Are you coming back to me one day? I know I’ve been a long time gone But this is where I feel stronger As the Golden City waits in vain Like a tired raver on a late night train Coming down again I took the pills they didn’t work I took some more and I felt worse When it was time to say goodbye I felt like I was going to die But the Golden City welcomed me Like a hippy girl in a French movie Running wild and free Golden City don’t let me down Golden City I’ll need you around Should I fall down again? Well we almost made it through the night And somehow made everything all right We did everything that could have done And still I ruined all the fun And the Golden City knows it all Checks the parachute and breaks the fall Stands up proud and tall Golden City shining for you Golden City my love remains true But this is what I have to do Golden City
5.
Rick Mayall Bill the poacher A trip to Dudley Zoo Marlbrook Hotel Stone Manor I’m with the chosen few Timmy Tricker Jane the stripper And Bobby Holliday Joined the navy married a lady-boy In Sanfrancisco Bay Oh how we laughed and oh how we cried I felt invincible stood by your side Those were the days but now they’re all gone Thought they’d go on and on and on and on Father Chidley Bible Study After Sunday school Droitwich Lido The Château Impney Ashtrays all super glued Jim Reeves Doris Speed Sandy Richardson Pete’s Café and The Cravats Don’t say you’ve never heard of them? Oh how we laughed and oh how we cried And we were bound together arms open wide Those were the days but now they’re all gone Thought they’d go on and on and on and on and on Shoulder of Mutton Johnson Records And signing on the dole Harry Peters Panel Beaters and Andy Taylor on the Coal Robin the postman Frank the Milkman He’s got a reel to reel Gordon the hippy he’s kind of trippy but he’s not the real deal….no way Oh how we laughed oh how we cried And how we sang along the day the music died Those were the days but now they’re all gone Thought they’d go on and on and on and on Ernie the butcher Bernie the booker They call him Mr Village Hall Georgie Porgy is the life n soul of the orgy Makes everybody feel small Blue the budgie Cornish Pastie at the local abattoir All night horror at The Fleapit dressed up like Dracula John Birch Guitars amidst the stars The super loud the super yob If Pete the chippy smokes that woodbine then he blows the whole place up He blows the whole place up Oh how we laughed and oh how we cried
6.
I loved a girl from Bromsgrove Town Still think about her now And all the time that’s past between us The lives we’ve had and how I never really told her then That she truly was the one And no soon as I’d realised Off to college she was gone Well I stayed with her at weekends And we fooled around all night But something deep inside me told me Things were not quite right So I turned up to surprise her But the first thing that I saw Was her holding hands and kissing With the girl next door She was kissing the girl next door Well I never said much about it I tried hard to pretend And we started going out yeah Just the three of us She had no idea I knew then But I confronted her And she confessed She found a different path And she kind of sorry but There was no going back So now I’m stood outside the house She lived in years ago I’m just about to knock on the door But I think I’d better go Cause thirty years or more have past That much I know is true And if I ever met her again I wouldn’t know quite what to do I wouldn’t have a clue Not a clue Perhaps I’m better off in the dark Perhaps I’ll just take a walk in the park We used to do that I don’t want to rush anything Not me Cause I loved a girl from Bromsgrove Town Still think about her now And all the time that’s passed between us The lives we’ve had and how
7.
The Singing School Teacher that shaped my history Taught us English for a year his name was Clifford T And on the last day of term he walked to school with me The both of us just couldn’t wait to leave and be free If you don’t like poetry you can take yourself away Do a little private study in the Lemon Tree cafe Stay only if you want to read the sonnets and the prose And begin to appreciate the significance of the rose as a romantic metaphor… John Dunn, Wordsworth and the Bard were soon ignored We just listened to stories of Bronco and Dandelion Records We didn’t do a lot of poetry He set the homework but homework was the enemy Homework was the enemy… and the NME When he appeared on TOTPs it was like all our dreams had come true Glued to the TV with our parents too who Collected cuttings from the Bromsgrove Messenger About the Singing Schoolteacher the way that parents do The Singing School Teachers career stalled It’s a fickle business come the rise and fall I followed him from a distance footnotes in NME Another MOR singer now a Punk Rock casualty Then I moved up north and it all just drifted away from me My mother called and asked me did I know? I said no? She’d heard a tribute on the Terry Wogan show Clifford Ward passed away well I thought you’d like to know Well he was someone I really wish I’d got to know After school but I never did he was an inspiration when I was a kid And he still is…
8.
Detroitwich 04:13
Marshall Mathers on the wrong plane He doesn't know yet they all look the same On the concourse after the landing on To the shuttle where a train is leaving For the former home of a young Rick Male Easy mistake chasing your tail Puts in a call to his managers office But the phone is dead and the entourage are muppets Hops on a train a real bone shaker In a black and gold hoodie with the melody maker Back in print for the sake of the song He’s on his own now the entourage gone Security man nowhere to be seen Is every celebrity’s bad dream An angry commuter catches his eye Mouths across the carriage man you’re gonna die In Detroitwich Dretroitwich On the Lickey incline due south Through the grove and into the deepest dark heart of rural Worcestershire… Jumps off train on to the embankment Chased by a gang from the anti establishment One of them shouts leave or remain? They hand cuff him and take him away In a Robin Reliant three wheeler classic To a cold store facility its brassic… No, this isn’t a video shoot There are the plans and we’re gonna execute in Detroitwich They put a sack over his head It’s like the night of the living dead They look like extras in the Wicker Man Steel a blowtorch from a caravan Just then a man with a trebly hat and Good Samaritan hair Offers to do the decent thing and finish him off right there For the millionaire rapper who sampled Chas n Dave This aint no party this aint no rave It’s Detroitwich Eminem is feeling the heat They light the bonfire under his feet He starts rapping the Lord’s Prayer Local girls throw their underwear Just when he thinks his time has come P Diddy shows up shows up in car with a gun Says OK motherfucker’s you’ve had your fun Then he grabs Eminem and then they are gone… To a Pub called the Swan on the A38 It’s where everyone goes when they need to escape… Detroitwich Eminem & P Diddy arrive at the Swan just after closing time, and Diddy hands over the gun, to Dave the landlord who supplies them with airline tickets business class, and replacement phones in exchange for their watches and their rings… The beleaguered Rappers, alone in the rural wilderness freely give up their possessions in exchange for away out…
9.
From an attic room on Rainbow Hill Got the sun beating down on the window sill It’s just a short walk into town If you ever fancy a wonder around And yes I’ve been writing songs once again And no I’m not seeing anyone we’re just friends And no I hardly ever go out And yes I still struggle with doubt A silent drive on a motorway I talk to myself but there’s nothing to say I miss you still though you never could see That you were the only one for me And yes I have your picture on the wall and you’re beautiful Although I still think about me and you It could never be It will never be the same I walk by the river I talk to the fishes Make any number of indecent wishes But none of them will ever come true Because I finished with me when I finished with you too
10.
David Swan river man its Sunday morning 8am Leaves the house and he rides his bike To Smiths the bakers on The Tything Where he breaks the bread into the sack And freewheels to the waters edge Where he feeds the swans and the ducks Sweeps the hedgerows tidies up Should a bird stray onto the towpath? David Swan picks it up and he puts it back We have to keep a close eye on them he says with a knowing laugh David Swan river man removes the lead shot and The twisted fishing line Fromm a cygnet’s wing what a poor little thing But she’s going to be all right As the children watch and the fathers explain And the mothers say be careful please be careful Cause Swans are wild strong and true Look how beautiful they are please d o Should a bird stray onto the towpath? David Swan picks it up and he puts it back You have to keep your wits about you And mind your back you got to mind your back David Swan river man River man…. Put your waders on David Swan You’re the river man River man..
11.
Game Over 03:36
I’m the broken man I broke up with you Took everything we had Broke it clean in two Then I moved away Now I live on my own I miss you every day But I need to be alone It’s hard to find the words And just between us two I don’t know for sure What’s made up and what is true It’s only make believe Forever in this world But last night I had a dream That you were still my girl It tears us apart Like Ian Curtis said You have to suffer for your art Then it all goes to your head It takes you by surprise You never see it coming There are tears in your eyes They’re all for nothing

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Vinny Peculiar
Return Of The Native S&D Records
June 1, 2018
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‘The missing link between Jarvis Cocker and Roger McGough’ Irish Times
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UK-based singer-songwriter Vinny Peculiar, aka Alan Wilkes, has been described by Uncut Magazine as ‘an
under-sung national treasure’. He grew up in Worcestershire and trained as a nurse before signing to Manchester cult label, Ugly Man Records (former home to Elbow).

He has since put out twelve albums of literate autobiographical pop music over a twenty- year career and toured with various bandmates including ex-members of The Smiths, OASIS, The Fall and Aztec Camera.
In the early 1970s, an inspired North Bromsgrove teacher encouraged Wilkes’ talent and desire to be a professional musician. That teacher was MOR pop singer Clifford T Ward who went on to sell a million copies of the single Gaye and was signed to John Peel’s Dandelion Records. Vinny pays tribute to him on the new album in the gently poignant Singing Schoolteacher.
Glam-rock-inspired opener The Grove & The Ditch is all local gang rivalries and Rocky Horror misfits. There’s also an effervescently-jangling homage to Malvern Winter Gardens, home to many a classic rock show of Vinny’s youth. Then poignant finale, Game Over, charting the end of a relationship.
Stuffed full of Peculiar’s trademark lyrical poigiancy & absurdity, Return of the Native is a warped storyteller’s record that will resonate with fans of Ray Davies, Eels and Robyn Hitchcock. Vinny Peculiar writes of transition, readjustment and re- engagement. He says, ‘it’s about the past and the present and how they collude and collide in the imagination.

‘Part-Pulp, part-Kinks, and very much part-Peculiar, this is observational, punk-tinged songwriting at its best’ Hot Press ****

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released June 1, 2018

Paul Tsanos Drums
Rob Steadman Keys
Bobby Kewley Bass, cello
Vinny P Vocals, Guitars, Keys
Leah Walch B/Vocals

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Vinny Peculiar variously described as – ‘An under sung national treasure’ [UNCUT Magazine]– a warm hearted Morrissey [Q Magazine] and ‘The missing link between Jarvis Cocker and poet Roger McGough and some of the wittiest lyrics this side of Wreckless Eric’ IRISH TIMES ... more

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