“A farewell of sorts to my brief career as a full-time musician in the 1970s, which was even less glamorous than this song might suggest. Originally recorded in London in the 1980s, but this is a revisit from 2023. The lyric is slightly bowdlerized by request of Ian Semple, so that he could play it on Coast FM, so you could say this is the radio version. It doesn’t change the meaning at all, so I’ll try to remember to sing it this way in future.”
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Lyrics
Ten Percent Blues
Got a seat facing the engine
So I don’t have to face where I’ve been
Luggage on the rack, no reason to look back
At all my wrecked and reckless vagrant dreams
No more bright lights, no more white lines
Or crashing in the back of the van
No more hustling small-time gigs
I guess time has beaten the band
No more deadlines, no more breadlines
Mr 10%, you’re on your own
No more fine print, no more backstage blues
This rolling stone is rolling home
Got a ticket to take me to tomorrow
It can’t be worse than today
So driver, take me home and don’t spare the horsepower
I’m on a ten year holiday
No more missed chances and chickenfeed advances
Cold chips in the back of the van
No more blown tires and fuses, no more broken promises
Time has beaten the band
No more deadlines, no more breadlines
Mr 10%, you’re on your own
No more fine print, no more backstage blues
This rolling stone is rolling home
No more spotlights, no more ups and downers
Absolutely no stage fright
No more superstar fantasies
From today I’m strictly 9-5
No more infighting, no more moonlighting
No more one-night stands
All along while the band was beating time
I guess time was beating the band
No more deadlines, no more breadlines
Mr 10%, you’re on your own
No more fine print, no more backstage blues
This rolling stone is rolling home
credits
Words, music, guitar, resonator guitar and vocal by David A. Harley.
David A. Harley 1949 – 2025
TRAVEL WORDS 
I think most of us have had such realisations come home to roost when we finally understand that we have to move on from whatever it is that’s not working (or not working in its present form). Very sad but also freeing, too.
Cold chips in the back of the van- no, ta! Bless him xx
I’m intrigued and impressed by a musical Jude – and whilst commenting here I listened to David’s music at bandcamp- very nice phrasing and lyrics that we can all relate to – the heart of folk music