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Voices From The Cones
04:29
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VOICES FROM THE CONES
In the fields of opportunity
You could choose your trade
Glass cutting was the one for me
Working as a team all day
A rougher and two smoothers
An apprentice alongside
A rougher and two smoothers
Learn the ropes, take your time
400 years on this land
And we haven’t finished yet
Voices from the cones
We never, never will forget
Words now etched in time
Memories, of sitting on the peddle riding up and down
As my father worked the lathe
My calling I had found
Practicing engraving
On jam jars and milk bottles
Started out 'tekin' in
And weighing items made
Let it pass through
29 pairs of hands
Let it pass
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Moving
05:41
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You can’t stop the rain
You cant’ stop clouds from moving
Glass is just the same
Watch the craftsman at his lathe
Playing like a bow on a fiddle
May your secrets travel with you
From the Middle East to the west of the middle
Flowing where it needs to
Spinning, spinning
Spindle, copper, stone or diamond wheel
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Rouse Ye Women
02:58
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Black by day
Red by night
Around the sweltering furnace we unite
Down your hammers and sing our song
To fight, to struggle, to right the wrong
In Cradley heath, they bared their teeth
Mary MacArthur, the Chainmaker's strike,
That was the beginning there's no end in sight
Equal pay, for equal work
Hear our voice, these are our rights
Rouse Ye Women
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Front Door
01:28
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Late one night I was in the pub
Having a pint with a bit of grub
When who should come in but my mate Jack
In through the front door and out through the back
I got swans none can surpass
I got decanters, I got cut glass
It’s all here in this old sack
He was in through the front door
And out through the back
He’d have a look round and then he’d holler
Who wants this for half a dollar?
Two and six? I’ll tek two, Jack
In through the front door and out through the back
You’ll have to join the queue there chum
This fell in my pocket on my way ‘ome
Look at it, perfect, not the slightest crack
In through the front door and out through the back
Don’t call it thieving, gentlemen
After all, I made this stuff me sen
Hang about, there’s a manager best not slack
He’d walked in through the front door
But he ran out through the back
And across the land you still can see
The finest examples of friggery
Made by blokes just like our Jack
That come in through the front door
And out through the back
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Flip Flop
02:19
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Flip Flop, Hip Hop
Frigger, do your own thing
Glass hammer, pigs, swans
Frigger, let me hear you sing
It’s nice to say ‘I made that’
If you wanna frigger in your baggin' time
Percy made pigs for baby born
Frank made swans red eyes adorned
I’d wrap them up, 'tek' um o’er the road
On Charlie Saunders they were bestowed
2 and 6 pence for a swan
Quick before the tax man catches on
Peacock feathers with streaks of glass
Marbles, turtles, fish
We used to 'mek' a 'biggun'
Whiskey measures, de canters, or a dish
If I find myself in a charity shop
I can tell my dad’s swans from a mile off
You won’t catch me using paris o' plaster
If it’s a real glass sword your after I’m your master!
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Picking Up Sticks
04:17
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Let me talk with the authority of substance
Let the glass lead this debate tonight
Here’s a piece of metal son
Go on and make a knife
Now slice through these dreams before you
Trust the shears & know the glass
Show respect for the master
Skills to you he’ll pass
Go out and find your wand
Get it from the canal bank
You’ll know it when you see it
You’ll know it when you see it
Picking up sticks
Picking up sticks
See a break now in the clouds
Sunlight passing though
Witness the glory rising
Picking up sticks
Picking up sticks
The lathe maybe my instrument
But it’s my heart that plays the tune
Let me draw this melody on glass for you
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The Last Apprentice
02:33
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The last apprentice there’ll be no more
Thinking of those who’ve gone before
I’m the last apprentice, not the worst
Can’t help wondering
Who was the first?
Does he know I’m thinking of him long dead?
Thinking of his hands his heart and his head
I'm the last apprentice the last apprentice
There’ll be no more
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The Old Savoy
03:39
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I was walking past Brettel Lane,
With my future wife to be
We were arm in arm, headed toward Wordsley
When her dad came out of the dial pub
He caught us slightly off guard
What o wench?
What o chap?
Whaddya know?
Don’t go all the way to the garage
Get off the bus at the old savoy
Now I didn't have a clue
When I heard those words as a boy
I said I didn’t know what the bloody hell it meant
Get off the bus at The Old Savoy
Frankie Young gave me this lesson
My very first sex education
Oh there was nothing from parents or school
To temper this fiery temptation
I can picture it now so clear
Wise words he did extend
As he walked towards the lehr and asked
Are you courting a girl from up Silver Ends?
Now you know what’s right what’s wrong son
And I know you’ll not let me down
I’m not trying to spoil your fun
But know this when you’re out on the tow
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Rose Bowl
03:40
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How are things at home?
I know your wife’s been unwell
We’ll pay you in full
No questions, no warning bell
We don’t want to see you here
Until yum ‘appy at home
We know it’s so hard
Staring at the unknown
A rose bowl for my first child
I can still remember the friendly smiles
Hiding in the safe ‘til the thunder passed outside
Go in when you want to Joan
Gentle words as glass was blown
Then etched into my soul and in my mind
My family from the cone I can’t leave behind
Nobody ever grumbled about much at all
Oh the people you would meet
At the cricket and football
Going out together
Those nights at the Talbot hotel
Up there in the main room
Memories, oh the stories we could tell
A rose bowl for my first child
I can still remember the friendly smiles
Hiding in the safe ‘til the thunder passed outside
Go in when you want to Joan
Gentle words as glass was blown
Then etched into my soul and in my mind
My family from the cone I can’t leave behind
I can't leave behind
No regrets
Yeah a life well spent
I see saints and angels now
As the glory rises
A rose bowl for my first child
I can still remember the friendly smiles
Hiding in the safe ‘til the thunder passed outside
My family from the cone I can’t leave behind
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Free Beer
02:25
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As a young lad you were sent down the road
To the pig or the fish for the beer
I’d carry it back up put it down
Til on of the seniors said: “son, get ‘ere"
You’ve been drinking out of that
I said “I aye"
He said: ‘you have”
So the next time he sent me down to the pig
I lined up the bottles on the wall and I had a
Sip from this and sip from that
Little bit of foam before the beer goes flat
Sip from this and a sip from that
Pot settings such a sweaty task
Free worker’s beer, there’s common sense in that
Until the health and safety went mad
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11. |
The Hive
02:25
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Instrumental
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12. |
Hands Heart and Head
03:50
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Hands, Heart & Head
We’re digging deep from all sides
Hands, Heart & Head
We’ll tend to each other at all times
Hands, Heart & Head
We’re digging deep from all sides
And we’ll tend to each other
Especially in the hardest times
The ground beneath our feet
Has all the minerals we need
Silica, clay and coal
Stourbridge fireclay stands supreme
Robust melting pots
Crafting glass as a team
From the earth to table tops
Hands, Heart & Head
We’re digging deep from all sides
Hands, Heart & Head
We’ll tend to each other at all times
Hands, Heart & Head
We’re digging deep from all sides
And we’ll tend to each other
Especially in the hardest times
None of us have come
Through the factories like you
We heard the call of the drum through our art
From Yorkshire via High Wycombe
And drawn now to Dudley
Engraving and cutting
Oh this dance we’ll do together
The past and the present entwined forever
Hands, Heart & Head
We’re digging deep from all sides
Hands, Heart & Head
We’ll tend to each other at all times
Hands, Heart & Head
We’re digging deep from all sides
And we’ll tend to each other
Especially in the hardest times
You give a little piece of yourself
To the copper wheel spinning endlessly
As brittle as we are
Hands, Heart & Head
We’re digging deep from all sides
Hands, Heart & Head
Hands, Heart & Head
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Dan Whitehouse Birmingham
“Subtle and delicate melodies” The Sunday Times
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Singer-guitarist Dan Whitehouse renews, reinvents and reimagines - touching listeners with his observations and moving them with his sensitivity and impeccable songwriting.
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