Monday, 14 March 2016

Down Our Street - Trev Teasdel and the Nerve

This collaboration was set up by Steve Thompson (Songwriter and Community Media Manager) in 2006 online. Tyneside band The Nerve, known for their humour / satire, punk / Lou Reed style branched out in to Trance for this number, taking a lyric / poem I'd written and put it to music. As with the Jim Pryal collaborations, the video doesn;t feature the complete lyric / poem which is placed below, but was fun to do.

This piece combines trance, sound effects, poem and a playlet - the two protagonists have a 'domestic' over Shepard's Pie in the background! Featuturing Una Luna on backing vocals and playlet.Enjoy!



(c) Craney, Teasdel and Thompson.

DOWN OUR STREET
by Trev Teasdel 2006

Down our street the men bugger off
Leave the kids in the trough.
So the wives sleep around
With everyone in town
So now they’re all related
To people that they hated
Things are really neat
Down our Street.

Down our street
The neighbourhood watch is always alert,
Reporting crimes and digging up dirt.
And the gossips write a novel
About each and every hovel
And their kids have shady eyes
Even the police are streetwise to their lies
And the Sheep Don’t bleat
Down our Street.

Down our Street
They’ll scratch your car and steal your fence
Then have the gall to ask for 50 pence.
Their garden hops never stop
With invisible cloaks to fool the cops
They say they’ve got nowt to do
Smoking ganga up a chimney flue
They never miss a beat
Down our street.

Down our Street
The men are doing up old bangers
Their garages look like airplane hangers
They are black with oil and stink of toil
And the engines never seem to go
They’d be better off with a boat to row
You need a licence for your feet
Down Our Street.

Down our street
The council are never seen
If they lived here they’d go green
If you complain they don’t know what you mean
They spend all the money on Bell Air Green
The council say it’s not their scene
Acknowledging this estate will spoil their dream
We’re chaff and they’re wheat
Down our street.

Down our Street
It’s a crop circle situation
People don’t want this aggravation
But they start up hostilities
If you suggest giving the kids facilities
The council are no hoper's
They won’t confront the contradictions of their voters
Absurdity can’t be beat
Down our Street.

Sunday, 13 March 2016

Culture Fuzion - Poems and Trance Music - Jim Pryal and Trev Teasdel

Culture Fuzion

Culture Fuzion was a collaboration between long-standing Coventry drummer / producer Jim Pryal and Coventry lyricist / performance poet Trev Teasdel c 2007

Jim has been in many Coventry bands since the 60's including  Wandering John, Hot Snacks (Coventry Ska Band - replacing former Specials drummer Silverton), Roddy Radiation 's band, Just Before Dawn, Stiletto and many more. More recently he has worked on producing various musical projects involving Trance and electronic music. This collaboration saw Jim building exciting musical tracks around 3 performance poems by Trev Teasdel (me) involving his music and my voice and words. These can be found on My Space - Culture Fuzion HERE - 

https://myspace.com/41094205/music/songs



There are three tracks on here : - 

  • Melissa's Garden
  • Stereophonic London
  • Nightfall in Sorrento
Lyrics below - 

MELISSA'S GARDEN
Trev Teasdel Aug 1998,

Tiger eyes that mesmerise
The Fireflies of her thighs.
Misty sighs - sensitise
Alcamize love's butterflies.

(Chorus I)
Come on down to Melissa's Garden
Love and light down in the garden.
In the garden, love is growing,
She leads the way by the seeds she's sowing.

She's an archimage from another age
Runic spells fly off her page
Come to free us from our maze,
And open up the celestial age.

Bridge..
You won't believe what you see
When you see the way Melissa sees.

The world you see is on an odyssey
Through policy and prophecy
In the embassy of fantasy
You can peek her pantisocracy.

Chorus 2
Come on down to Melissa's Garden
Love is flowing in the garden
In the garden lights are glowing
She shows the way with her deeper knowing.

So leap-frog with the underdog
And liven up those sand-hogs
In a deep clog there's a hang-dog
In dialogue with a pedagogue.

Moonbeams on the millstream
Reflect upon the big screen.
There's a sunbeam in the airstream
Shining on our new dreams.

....................

STEREOPHONIC LONDON 
Trev Teasdel 2006

Sleazy inner city sounds
Skateboarding compounds with stereo surrounds
Swishbar stances - gravitating gangsters
Sidewinder glances.

Razorlight floodgates
Redlight night flights
Tempting the Thames to take off its shawl
For the urban sprawl.

 Budvar rattlesnakes
A screech of brakes in the circle of spheres
Where the past appears
In the passion plays of parliament
Where the harlots are bent to pay the rent
Their rosebud lips, their tight-rope slips
Their clips and bits
inspire
the phallacies of policies
but money never grows on trees.

 Cos The world’s in a mess
The truth’s been undressed
Has a lie to confess
But were walking the dog back to happiness.

 It’s an absurd world where the third world
Have no food in the larder
It gets harder and harder
While the groove armada
Play the music harder
Keep it solid but the world is squalid

They sell the world with sex
Free air time and texts
So politically correct
Paranoid and indirect
Their bad decisions
tunnel visions - revisions and isms
Did they plan it to be off the planet?

 But we’re walking the dog back to happiness
There’s a lie to confess, the truth to undress
This world’s in a mess, uptight with the stress.

Cheapdate bed-ins & Hotsnake weddings
Women seeking women in the cocktail inns
We are sat by the fire in the house of desire
Ignoring the Karma and the claims of Nirvana

 Wide-eyed promoters sat on a lotus
Under the spell of San Miguel
The filament looters on fly-by scooters
Seek the meaning of life in their gel
Reality bites
On midwinter nights
Chill out
And go with the flow.

 Cause we have to confess, the worlds in a mess
We’re walking the dog back to happiness
There’s a lie to digest and all the rest
We’re walking the dog back to happiness.

.......................

NIGHTFALL IN SORRENTO
Trev Teasdel 2006

Sorrento -
The Communion of the urban puzzle
Where elegance is attitude
The fashion club of the urban groove
Eco-driven citizens

In slender tones of mobile silence
Nocturnal spiders in basement bars
Live the lust of the selfish gene

In Sorrento 

Spin doctored money blenders with hidden agendas
Crammed with fruit in the cave of clones
Lie low in Sorrento

In the wah wah cadence of Sorrento radiance,
Re-mortgaged estate agents with Vintage Bentleys
Sway in the breeze to nightfall’s synthful sassy jazz

Glow worm leprechauns in dust-down denim delights
Ageless and jazz-hot; hide behind enemy-lines

In Sorrento

Nightfall in sorrento
The civil disobedience of a New Era
The world in one city, refuelled and air-cooled.
Adidas Pre-Raphaelites on a Full English cutting edge
Predicting a riot in the chic chill-out of a power-pop city

The Revlon Accurist with pipe smoking planes
In his own back yard
Sails his skintight riverboat in the shimmering waters 
of Sorrento 

Escaping the chaos of a goose-pimpled Colditz
With his third wife escape plan
from the regional assembly of the Canterbury Tales
Lost in Sorrento 

Midsummer night dreamtime
Astro-bars in Sorrento
Robert Frost fashion brands
Follow the universe less travelled by

He was a trainee with a code name
Sleeping with the saints in Sorrento
Dark textured with age defining make-up
The full glamour and scandal on DVD

Eagerly awaited - 
The king of contenders
Hot toasted and out to sea on another public art project
Dizzy in the city with Calvin Klein moth repellent
Paying lip service to high drama
In the urban puzzle

She’s like art in unexpected places
Soft spoken
Sky diving
Sunfresh
Sensitive
Sexy, suave
Stealing the show


On the soft silken routes of Sorrento

Saturday, 12 March 2016

Trev Teasdel - Teesside Dynamo - Poetry Tyneside

http://poetrytyneside.blogspot.co.uk/2015/02/trevor-teasdel-teesside-dynamo.html


On Poetry Tyneside - Trev Teasdel - Teeside Dynamo
Via Keith Armstrong - The Jingling Geordie.

This site features three of my performance poems - 

Debt Ceiling
Nightfall in Sorrento
Dance and R & B (The Surround Sound).

The Hot Headed Geniuses of Sandgate - Keith Armstrong and Trev Teasdel

http://poetrytyneside.blogspot.co.uk/2016/02/the-hot-headed-geniuses-of-sandgate.html

Collaboration with Keith Armstrong (The Jingling Geordie)

THE HOT HEADED GENIUSES OF SANDGATE
Keith Armstrong and Trev Teasdel c 2007
From Poetry Tyneside.

Follow link above.

'Out on the Streets' - Coventry 1979

Out on the streets, Coventry 79, Neol Davies surround by fans in the Dog and Trumpet after 'On the Radio' broke. Desmond Brown's pulsing Hammond opening the show. "This violent City" read the headlines in the Coventry Telegraph; watching your back in the subways, "Reclaim the Night" and "Disarm Rapists" scrawled on the subway walls under Greyfriars Green. Boom town to Ghost town, redundant car workers lining up outside the dole, placards "Fight for the Right to Work", Socialist Workers selling red rags, CND rallies in the Cathedral Ruins, new wave, Punk and rollicking ska, John Fox in the Underpass, Suicide is Painless, Too Much Pressure. Lady Godiva galloping through the precinct indecently, Peeping Tom trying to keep up, arrested for spying from the Cathedral spire. Charley's dreadlocks and wild bass dancing, Pauline out front, Pork Pie hat. Thatcher chasing Arthur Scargill with her brolly in Mr George's after a Sex Pistol's gig. Right wing riots in ethnic areas, truncheons raining down on lefties. Rat Race city still smarting from Hitlers bombs. Gottlieb Daimler smoking Havanna in the Jaguar, the world gone mad but the music rocked into the Echo Beach 80's, out on the streets with the Gangsters of time, the making of memories, indelible...Trev T.


Undressing for the Drones - Music Steve Cooke Lyrics Trev Teasdel

This is a collaboration with Stockton on Tees Funk maverick Keytar songwriter / performer Steve Cooke and myself in 2012. I wrote the lyrics for Steve and here it is on Soundcloud. 

Music Steve Cooke and lyrics by Trev Teasdel

UNDRESSING FOR THE DRONES

All the pubs are closing down
And there's a peep show in town
Watching you in a crowd
Watching you all alone
Undressing for the drones

Movement is restricted
District to district
And if they feel inclined
They watch the pictures in your mind
Undressing for the drones

They're working undercover
Spying on each other
They'll be making arrests
For all this corporate burlesque
Undressing for the drones

Words by Trev Teasdel
Music by Steve Cooke
© Cooke/Teasdel 2012