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Highway Fever/Vestapol [demo]

Another dug out of my back catalogue. Vestapol is a much older tune than any of mine, of course. 🙂 I think I sort of learned it from Stefan Grossman, who used to do it mashed up with Poor Boy. I do that, sometimes, too.

Highway Fever: Words and Music copyright 1975, David Harley

Remastered version:

[Backup copy]

Those easy-action formulae lie easy in my mouth
Down streets I walked for ever while my head was blowing South
That same old highway fever keeps burning up my socks
The river keeps on running, I’ve been too long on the rocks

All along the waterfront the chance is lost and found
I’m halfway back to nowhere but my head is outward bound
I’m on the run, my head is free, my cover has been blown
And still I hate to sing these backstage blues alone

Out beyond the fences windswept trees lay down to die
But I’m staring into limbo as the 19.10 rolls by
And I’m weary to my bones of scavenging for dreams
I’d give my second-best guitar for an unread magazine

I’m weary to my soul and home is far away
Racing into sunrise and another Northern day
I wish I’d half a chance of another drink or two
This train moves too fast, and it’s bringing me to you

A later version, without ‘Vestapol’:


Backup version:

And an alternative arrangement:

Backup version:

This End of the 1960s [demo]

This End of the 1960s: Words and Music copyright 1975 David Harley


Shine like a sun on this cloudy day
Reached out my arms but you’re far away
Dawn took the sunshine away

Strange how familiar a new song can be
At the trigger end of a memory
Dawn took the sunshine away

I can remember a sunny day
Could be just yesterday
Dawn took the sunshine away

Time on my Hands

Time on my Hands: Words and Music copyright David Harley, 1974
G+4sus            Em7b5
Time on my hands
A            Dm7+4      G
Time to think of a friend
C                               Am
Who changed one weekend
Bm(B+2)          Bm       Cmaj7
Changed to a part of me

Time to look back
Cosily stoned by the fire
Getting much higher
Watching you watching me

Time and again
To think of caring for you
Knowing I do
And hoping you might for me

Time on my hands
No hangups and nothing to say
But “we had our day”
And the music goes on and on

Words and music copyright David Harley, 1971



David Harley

Who Are We? [Demo]

Words and Music by David Kenyon and David Harley


Sad victim of the overground
Talisman I wear against my heart
She knows she’s not the first to shed some light on me
She knows she may well be the last

I’ve heard some rumours of a world outside
Beyond the circle of her arms
Strange legend of a race for time
Make-believe world of false alarms

Who are we?
Who are you to tell us?
Who are we?
Who are you to tell us
Take a look at yourselves

I met Dave Kenyon at South Hill Park, Bracknell in the early 70s. We kicked some stuff around in the studio there – I don’t have any tapes at this point – and he had a fragment of a song (basically the last part of this lyric and a tune IIRC). I worked on it later in the form that eventually got recorded here, roughly, but I lost touch with him before that. If you’re out there, Dave, get in touch!

David Harley

A Songbird of Evening

A songbird of evening: words and music copyright David Harley, 1974
No MP3 yet

It’s hard to ask your forgiveness
When you’ve said “Only death is free”
So I lay by you in the darkness
And cried, hoping you wouldn’t see

So hush, it’s a songbird of evening
And we are in some senses blind
And hush, it’s a songbird of evening
And we are in some sins blind

To love you
I must learn to
Learn to loose you
Learn to lose you