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NYC (Letter To Julia)
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 NYC (Letter to Julia)
I got nowhere to post this letter
I don’t know where you’ve gone
I spent a long time screaming
Just to carry on
I’m right here, John, right here
It’s where I’ve always been
It’s where I’ll always be
But I want you to know I made it
I’m in NYC!
Inside I feel you’re present
My future feels your past
I should just accept it
But it never hurts to ask
I’m right here, John, right here
It’s where I’ve always been
It’s where I’ll always be
But I want you to know I made it
I’m in NYC!
It’s a long, long way from you
It’s gonna be good for me
It’s a long long way from Liverpool
But it’s where I want to be
I’m right here, John, right here
It’s where I’ve always been
It’s where I’ll always be
But I want you to know I made it
I’m in NYC!
I miss you and the music
The things you shared with me
I won’t forget us singing Elvis
And dancing to Chuck Berry
I always see myself in you
I search for you in faces
There’s a space inside of me
A pain that time erases
I’m right here, John, right here
It’s where I’ve always been
It’s where I’ll always be
But I want you to know I made it
I’m in NYC!
Tried to call you the other day
I could swear I heard your voice
Almost forgot you’d gone away
This time not by choice
I’m right here, John, right here
It’s where I’ve always been
It’s where I’ll always be
And I want you to know I made it
I’m in NYC!
And I want you to know I made it
I’m in NYC!
That’s New York City to you!
©Mare Rozzelle Glenn Prangnell ASCAP/PRS 2022
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I Had To Go (Letter To Cynthia)
Long ago, you were my Brigitte Bardot
But nobody should be someone else forever
I had to go, I told you so
We didn’t see it coming in a million years
Sometimes love just disappears and we gotta move on
Yeah, we gotta move on
We had a good time
Was it such a crime?
Nothing I said could change your mind
We had a good time
Such a very good time
Nothing was ever gonna change your mind, oh…
Once you were soft and I was sharp
We can’t pretend we didn’t know how that would end
And I had to go
I told you so
When my world changed, you stayed the same
You saw it yourself in Rishikesh, it was such a mess
It was all such a mess
We had a good time
Til it wasn’t a good time
Nothing could ever change your mind
We had a good time
Such a very good time
But nothing was ever gonna change your mind, oh…
©Mare Rozzelle Glenn Prangnell ASCAP/PRS 2022
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Bread and Jam (Letter to Julian)
It’s only sort of 3 o clock
Seems like the wrong time of day
I’d love to spend some time with you
So many hours slip away
I’m taking the time to un Beatle myself
And become just John again
I know that you don’t understand
But one day it will all make sense
I know you can’t be happy that I’m so far away
But someday soon I’m gonna send for you
And I promise you can come and stay
We’ll have jam ’n’ bread and Jasmine tea
I think you’re pretty much like me
We’ll play music, jam and like I said
Mind your manners and keep your head
I meant to say thanks for Lucy In the sky
We both know what it means
I wanted to say it before our goodbyes
Nothing is what it seems
Try to learn your lessons
Practice playing your guitar
Never be anyone else
Practice playing yourself
I hope you’ll listen to my advice
Time is always money well spent
You can’t sell tomorrow
To pay yesterday’s rent
I know you can’t be happy that I’m so far away
But someday soon I’m gonna send for you
And I promise you can come and stay
©Mare Rozzelle Glenn Prangnell ASCAP/PRS 2022
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Always Good To Hear From You (Letter from Mimi)
I’ve been reading the papers
All this shocking behaviour
Houseflies, naked bottoms and drugs
There’s talk from all the neighbours
You can’t just sweep this under the rug
Don’t bother with the papers
You’ll get a case of the vapours
Reports are exaggerated
It’s scientifically proven
Naked bums are overrated
Always good to hear from you
Have you quit your hobby?
Playing guitar is folly
It’ll never work out
You’ll never earn a living by it
Yes, it was that Paul’s great idea, no doubt!
Always good to hear from you
Why embarrass your Auntie?
Oh, I wish you’d kept your MBE
Her Majesty’s a pretty nice girl
But she doesn’t do a lot for me, Mimi.
John, you’re looking so thin
I could send you some biscuit tins
Aren’t you the least bit homesick?
I could use some custard creams
Or a good digestive would do the trick
Always good to hear from you
Happy to lend an ear or two
Always good to hear from you
And I’d love some Chocolate Olivers!
©Mare Rozzelle Glenn Prangnell ASCAP/PRS 2022
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Nixon’s Listening (Letter to Tricky Dicky)
1600 Pensylvannia Avenue
You’ve got a Hoover in the closet
And a portrait in the attic
There’s some free speech in the cellar
That’s a Communistic tactic
There are whispers in the Blue Room
Some whining in the tool shed
A suitcase full of bullshit
And some more of that in your head
Nixon’s listening
Dogs are whistling
We declare peace on war
Love is all we’re asking for
1600 Pensylvannia Avenue
Forgive the the interruption
Hate to ruin your corruption
I don’t want to spoil the party
While you’re having so much fun
You look through powered coloured glasses
At the poor and huddled masses
Giving credence to the fascists
Gonna fight until we’ve won
Nixon’s listening
Dogs are whistling
We declare peace on war
Love is all we’re asking for
You’re planting poisoned flowers
All around your ivory towers
Drinking pints of whiskey sours
While you plan your proxy wars
You’re hiding in your desk drawer
Stashing bills beneath the fake floor
Storing danger in your wall safe
It’s no secret anymore
Nixon’s listening
Dogs are whistling
We declare peace on war
Love is all we’re asking for
1600 Pensylvannia Avenue
©Mare Rozzelle Glenn Prangnell ASCAP/PRS 2022
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Prelude To The Lost Weekend
Am I a fixture?
A still standing mixture
Of all that remains
Ten years later
Fastened to the floorboards
A rebellion that conforms
Why am I alone in my celebrity?
Celebratory celibacy
No-one to whisper my name in ecstatic clarity
Collectively split down the middle
I’m non-committal to this way of living anymore
A locked tight stage door for this troubadour
This repressive, deluding
What are we eluding?
An omnipotence and a dissonance ignored
Should I drive myself to distraction
For a fraction of your love?
Am I just another abstraction to be disposed of?
Should I keep calm and carry on?
One more negotiation to be withdrawn
Yes is the answer but no is the reality
Barring sensuality
Why do you stay with me if I’m not your cup of tea?
Shall I ask the Tarot, Mrs Ono?
Or check the numbers Mrs Lennon?
I’d ask the stars
But above there is no heaven
©Mare Rozzelle Glenn Prangnell ASCAP/PRS 2022
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Just Lately (Note to Self)
I need to unwind a bit
Start resting my mind cos it’s not
Been very well just lately
I need to convince myself
The state of my mental health is
All in the mind just lately
Anyway the wind blows
Anyway the grass grows
Anyway you look at me
You’re gonna see
A man who just doesn’t understand
Anyway the wind blows
Anyway the grass grows
Anyway you look at me
You’re gonna see
A man who just doesn’t understand
Anymore as he walks through the door
Why he’s out and then in
And will he ever really make it
I need to confide in you
But it’s very hard to do
When nothing’s been said just lately
Anyway the wind blows
Anyway the grass grows
Anyway you look at me
You’re gonna see
A man who just doesn’t understand
Anyway the wind blows
Anyway the grass grows
Anyway you look at me
You’re gonna see
A man who just doesn’t understand
Anymore as he walks through the door
Why he’s out and then in
And will he ever, ever, ever…
Anyway the wind blows
Anyway the grass grows
Anyway you look at me
You’re gonna see
A man who just doesn’t understand
Anyway the wind blows
Anyway the grass grows
Anyway you look at me
You’re gonna see
A man who just doesn’t understand
© Glenn Prangnell ASCAP/PRS 2022
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Imaginary Girl (Letter To Yoko)
You can’t rely on faith
Or take a train to destiny
Without saying anything
You say everything to me
You say everything to me
My imaginary girl
You’re the only one I see
When you came into my world
You became reality
I can see how I have been
Why won’t you say you’ll let me in?
And yes I know what I’ve done
Why won’t you say you want my love
Why won’t you say you want my love?
My imaginary girl
You’re the only one I see
When you came into my world
You became reality
Back in Nutopia
You’ll always be my Queen
I’ll be the Court Jester
Yeah, I’m gonna change my scene
Rest my head against your knees
Nobody said there’d be days like these
You can’t really measure love
When you’re living in between
When you’re living in between
I hope the stars are aligned
And all the numbers are right
I need to come home tonight
I want to be home tonight
I seem to be stuck in a dream
Unable to say what I mean
I know that you’re nowhere near
I’m so tired of just being here
My imaginary girl
You’re the only one I see
When you came into my world
You became reality
I can see how I have been
Why won’t you say you’ll let me in?
And yes I know what I’ve done
Why won’t you say you want my love
Why won’t you say you want my love?
My imaginary girl
You’re the only one I see
When you came into my world
You became reality
©Mare Rozzelle Glenn Prangnell ASCAP/PRS 2022
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My Pile Of Dreams (Letter To May)
Sometimes I’m like bad weather
Human with a chance of pain
Some days I’m dry as leather
I fill up on the rain
I went out to get the paper
And ended up at your door
I thought you’d let me stay the night
My dreams are on the floor
Thank you for getting me through the night
I’m sorry that I didn’t treat you right
Sometimes I do things
I never thought I’d do
Like falling in love with you
Like falling in love with you
You gotta act out madness
It’s the only way to be sane
Sometimes I fall into blackness
I never come back the same
I finished all the papers
L.A was too wild
I’m packing up my pile of dreams
Gonna stay with the mother of my child
Thank you for getting me through the night
I’m sorry, really sorry I didn’t treat you right
Sometimes I do things
I never thought I’d do
Like falling in love with you
Like falling in love with you
©Mare Rozzelle Glenn Prangnell ASCAP/PRS 2022
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Somethin’ll Happen (Letter From Paul)
I’m sorry my call took you by surprise
Next time I’ll wait for an invitation
Beaujolais wine and dynamite weed
Remembering times when we agreed that
Somethin’ll happen…soon
Talk of reunions on late night TV
But only we know the situation
Talk about us, we thought it was heaven
Riding the bus in search of B7
And somethin’ll happen…soon
\Man it was great to see your face again
I’ll think of you every now and then
And something’ll happen…soon
We laughed about Klein
And had a good toke
The beaujolais wine and dynamite smoke
Said somethin’ll happen
Somethin’ll happen
Somethin’ll happen…soon
© Glenn Prangnell ASCAP/PRS 2022
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When You Turn Five (Lullaby For Sean)
When you turn one we’ll watch the sun
Set at the edge of the pier
When you turn two, we’ll go to the zoo
And hide in an elephant’s ear
When you turn three, just you and me
Will pretend we can travel through space
When you turn four, we’ll sit on the floor
And learn how to tie a shoelace
When you turn five…
©Mare Rozzelle Glenn Prangnell ASCAP/PRS 2022
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No More Crying (Message To Paul)
A Northern man shows no affection
Northern men don’t cry
But if I were there with you today
I wouldn’t mind
No, I wouldn’t mind
It’s only me , Paul
You know I love you
And there’s no more crying for us to do
Knocked about by all the changes
I wish you could’ve seen
I was looking round for ages
For what might have been
A little peace of mind
It’s only me, Paul
You know I love you
And there’s no more crying for us to do
I should have got to New Orleans
My head was spun around
We’ll always have Paris anyway
I’m slipping my glasses down
It’s only me, Paul
You know I love you
And there’s no more crying for us to do
It really means that much to me
The fact you knew me well
We could throw the wine and whiskey
If we had time to tell
I’d make some time to tell
It’s only me, Paul
You know I love you
And there’s no more crying for us to do
©Mare Rozzelle Glenn Prangnell ASCAP/PRS 2022
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Groovy Uncle Chatham, UK
Groovy Uncle is the brainchild of Medway songwriter Glenn Prangnell. GU began releasing records in 2010 and have released something every year since. In 2013 Glenn set up his own Trouserphonic Records label.Guest vocalists include Suzi Chunk, Miss Modus and Jane Wrangham. Glenn also collaborated with Mare Rozzelle on the 'New York Letters' album. The 13th album is out on 25th November 2023. ... more
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