An
Auckland petrol-head mistakes his wife for a car ....and vice
versa.
That's
right there's a car for sale
It's in good condition and the motor is running
It was my wife's before she went away
She's went to live ... in Invercargill
Got everything you could ever need
It's got bucket seats and the tyres they're radial
Never said a word - I never thought she'd leave -
I just found a note on the kitchen table.
Come on round we could have a drink
I don't live far away from the local
It really must be sold this week
Up to now I guess I was hopeful ...
Don't really know what I can say
The engine's small but it's got tons of power
I know that we will never be the same
Once we could do a 100 miles an hour ...
Starts well on a winter's day
Seats look like leather 'though they're only vinyl
She came home to see the kids in May
But soon went back ... to Invercargill
Did everything I could to make her stay
I even got her a warrant of fitness
It's been a year now since she went away
She wouldn't even come home for Christmas
That's right there's a car for sale
It's got a little rust but it's really not too bad
Every day you know I check the mail
But it takes so long ... to get from
Invercargill
The engine's small but it's got tons of power...
Wayne
Gillespie explained that this song was based
on phone calls and conversations he had when
he was upgrading the band's tour car.
A young solo dad in financial trouble was
painfully leaving his carefree youthful days
behind.
Wayne writes... "Our
band's Skoda Sedan was blue, then we updated
to the Skoda Fastback (a contradiction in
terms I know) which was bumble-bee yellow
with red & black racing stripes.
Amazingly this car fitted our band (myself,
Brendan Power, Denny Stanway and Julian
McKeen) and gear for our first tour from
Auckland to Wellington in 1984."
Wayne
Gillespie was born into a musical family, his father
Mick being a jazz pianist and his sister Sally a
clarinet teacher. He made his professional debut playing
in Paris subways, London folk clubs and Sydney cafes
before returning to Auckland in the early 80's.
His songs have always been written from a psychological
perspective, like "Invercargill" is, and Wayne has
completed an Honours degree psychology with a thesis on
'The Personality of Rock Musicians' at Macquarie
University.
He now works at the University of NSW. He also continues
to record his songs (click
here) and to produce CDs for others.
He
writes...
"I
first heard Leonard Cohen on the NZ National Radio
Folk program in early 70's at age 14 and was inspired
enough to want to become a folkie/songwriter.
He couldn't sing, no flashy guitar and songs about
mosquitos - I can do that!
My
first visit to a folk club many years later was in
response to the Titirangi Folk Club's Songwriting
competition in 1978.
The active encouragement of songwriters through this
competition also I think drew a lot of younger people
to the folk scene in that time in Auckland. Later in
the early 80's the Auckland Varsity Folk club under
the leadership of Chris Priestley, Mike Reid and
others was the impetus for the Auckland Acoustic
Movement of the mid 80's.
The support of The Poles Apart club run by Frank
Winter, and the Devonport Folk Club with Roger Giles was
also vitalin
encouraging young performers and songwriters at this
time as well. Although these folk clubs were generally
run by people from the traddie world there was a real
tolerance and acceptance of contemporary acoustic
musicians as well.
I think the tradition of acceptance of floor singers
of all types by folk clubs is a crucial aspect of
developing new talent. In turn they also become
influenced by the traditional music they hear there."
At a song-writers workshop in the mid
1980s, Wayne Gillespie told us to
observe ordinary people around us and
listen to what they are saying. "Get
into the rhythm of their speech
patterns," he said, "And then construct
character portraits around those words
and rhythms."
Not
too obvious
It
sounds easy, but actually it's a
devilishly painstaking task. You need
verses with repetitive rhythms, and some
rhyming to hold the verses together, but
not too obvious a rhyme pattern, or it
appears too contrived.
The
indirect approach
Talking about one topic while gradually
revealing another is a powerful way to
write a story. The phone conversation
here is about the narrator's old car for
sale, but we are learning why his
marriage is breaking up, even though he
he does not know the reason himself.
Girls
in Our Town
This is a similar wistful song by
Australian Bob Hudson telling of the
same loss of adolescent hopefulness.
It is set in a similar urban society,
and uses a tune that similarly creates
hopefulness, then disappointment.
But notice how the observation is much
more distant: a sociological report
rather than a psychological portrait. Girls
in our town they leave school at
fifteen Work at the counter or
behind the machine They spend all their
money on making the scene and
plan on going to England ALL
THE VERSES, and TUNE
Invercargill
on Record
1985 Wayne Gillespie, Auckland
Acoustics, LP
1986 Wayne Gillespie, New Locations,
LP (with the "Come on
round" verse added)
1989
Mike Harding, One For You, LP
1994?Chris
Priestley, Argentina to Invercargill and
beyond, CD (from
an earlier 1985 cassette?)
1998 Mike Harding Past to the Present,
CD
Invercargill
Chords
Less
experienced guitarists may like to put a capo on their
second fret and play chordshapes Am Fmaj Am F7 Bm, and
then add the bass fingering as your skill improves.
Intro and verse Bm+e..
Gmaj7.. Bm+e..
G6/D.. Bm9/C#
1) That's right there's a car for sale
It's in good condition and the motor is
running
It was my wife's but she went away Bm+e.......................Asus/C#..A
She went to live in ....Invercargill
It's got everything you could ever need
It's got bucket seats and the tyres they're
radial
She never said a word - I never thought she'd
leave
Just found a note on the kitchen table...
Instrumental
Interlude 4 bars, Bm
to Gmaj7
2) Come around we could have a drink
I don't live far from the local
It really must be sold this week
Up to now I guess I was hopeful
Don't really know what I can say
The engine's small but it's got tons of power
I know that we will never be the same
Once we could do a 100 miles an hour
Instrumental 8-16
bars Double time, Bm
to Gmaj7
3) Starts well on a winter's day
Seats look like leather but they're only vinyl
She came home to see the kids in May
But she soon went back ....to Invercargill
Did everything I could to make her stay
I even got her a warrant of fitness
It's been a year now since she went away
She wouldn't even come home for Christmas
Instrumental
Interlude 4 bars, Bm
to Gmaj7
4) That's right there's a car for sale
It's got a little rust but it's really not too
bad
Every day you know I check the mail
But it takes such a long time to get here
....from Invercargill
Intro
then
end.
Geriatric
Blues, 2005
Wayne's
latest song, closer to Dave Jordan's style than to
Leonard Cohen's.
Hear
Dave Gillespie and blues harp virtuoso Brendon Power
performing this live at the Paddington RSL in 2006.
PLAY
A E.......................A
E
1) Cholesterol High, Testosterone low
There's nothing good about growing old
There's nothing surer than death and tax
....................................E7
Could be carcinoma or a heart attack
D7...............................A7
I'm last years man I'm yesterdays news
E7...................D7.....................
A D A E7
There ain't no cure for those Geriatric Blues
(I lost my youth and now
I've got those Geriatric Blues)
2) There goes my left knee, There goes my
right
My teeth are loose, my back is tight
My bones are shattered, my legs are lame
D7...............................A7
and my best friend is my Zimmer frame
D7...............................A7
I'm a man I'm a man who lost my youth
E7...................D7.....................
A D A E7
I got it bad those old old Geriatric Blues
3) My spine is shrinking - while my ears still
grow
First to the bathroom - but I'm the last to
flow
I've lost my memory - But I've gained a paunch
My voice is deeper - but I've lost my raunch
And now there's gray on my old blue suede
shoes
I lost my youth, and got those old low down
Geriatric Blues
4) Got arthritis - from feet to neck
I see a pretty woman - but can't turn my head
My 7th son - has a (7th)
son of his own
I'm looking older than a Rolling Stone
I'm last years man I'm yesterdays news
No there ain't no cure for those old Geriatric
Blues
Instrumental
5) But wait a minute what's that I see
Lower insurance for retirees!
Could all be worth it - to save a buck
Who cares if can't crap or .... get it up.
I just saved myself 6 dollars 42
I'll say good bye to those....
I'm get some brand new clothes....
And maybe get my body froze
Who cares if I'm psychiatric
My life is so fentestuc
I got it good/bad, those old old old, stoop
down, low down, six feet under ....geriatric
Blues.
THE END (and I mean terminal)
Additional verses:
I read my paper at arms
length
Got plenty of wisdom but little strength
Nose is bright vision is dim
Got more fluid in my lungs
Than the whole Pacific Rim
Put on my arm brace my kneebrace too
Put in my dentures, with superglue
Hear
Dave Gillespie and blues harp virtuoso Brendon Power
performing this live at the Paddington RSL in 2006. MP3.com
Girls
in Our Town
Bob Hudson
Girls
in our town, they just haven't a care
See them on Saturday floating on air
Painting their toenails and washing their hair
Maybe tonight it will happen!
Girls in our town they leave school at fifteen
Work at the counter or behind the machine
They spend all their money on making the scene
and plan on going to England!
Girls in our town go to parties in pairs
Sit 'round the barbecue, give themselves airs
Then they go to the bathroom with a girlfriend
who cares
Girls in our town are so lonely...
Girls in our town are too good for the pill
But if you keep asking they probably will
perhaps 'cause they like you or just for the
thrill
And explain it away in the morning...
Girls in our town get no help from their men
No one can let them be sixteen again
Things might get better but it's hard to say
when
If they only had someone to talk to...
Girls in our town can be saucy and bold
At seventeen, no one is better to hold
Then they start havin' kids, start gettin' old
Girls in our town...
Girls in our town