Who Do You Think You Are

Long ago, in a university far away – well, North Wales – there was a loose accumulation of musicians that sometimes performed under a name that rather cheekily parodied that of a local Silver Band. Some 50 years on, Dave Higgen and David Harley somehow got back in touch, swapped some recordings, and eventually fell into recording and even occasionally writing together, through the wonders of internet communication. It seemed appropriate to relaunch as the New Prize Silver Jug Band. Other silver bands and jug bands are available.

David Harley originally recorded this in a solo country blues style (not released commercially), but Dave pointed out that it would lend itself to a treatment closer to urban blues, and did most of the heavy lifting on the recording. David used his Gretsch resonator guitar for the slide part, but it does sound less country blues and more as if he’d washed his hands in Muddy Waters… To get that hybrid sound, Dave mixed the input from the internal transducer and from an external mic..”

(Note to anyone looking at this post in the Reader or on a phone you may need to visit the actual site to be able to view and listen to the music track)

Lyrics

Who Do You Think You Are

I came home last night, just about the break of day
She’s got her suitcase packed, just about to make her getaway

(ch) She said, well now baby, who do you think you are
You stayed out all night, don’t know what you came back for

Five long years my baby walked the line
Now she’s gone, long gone, since she found out I was playing double time

Down at the courthouse, fell down on my knees
Said I love you babe, won’t you forgive me please?

Wrote her a letter, wrote it on my knees
Babe I learned my lesson, won’t you come back please?

She wrote back, well now baby, who do you think you are
Got my eyes wide open, don’t know what I’d come back for

credits

from Farewell Reunion, released January 7, 2025
Words, music, and vocal by David Harley.
Engineering and production by Dave Higgen.
© all rights reserved

David A. Harley 1949 – 2025

Let Me Lie Easy

The first version of the lyric vanished during the breakup with an ex-girlfriend. The second vanished during my first marriage. (My wife hated it, so I don’t suppose she stole it.) This is number three – the lyric, that is. I have an ex-rated musical career.”

(Note to anyone looking at this post in the Reader or on a phone you may need to visit the actual site to be able to view and listen to the music track)

Lyrics

Let Me Lie Easy

I don’t want to hear that the show must go on
I know that the world keeps on turning
But how can you ask me to rise with the lark
With this pain in my heart still burning?

(ch) Let me lie easy, let me lie late/Let me lie low, let the world wait
Let me lie easy, let me lie late/Please let me sleep till it’s over

The sheep’s in the meadow, the cow’s in the corn
The dogs call in vain for their master
Just give me a while to untangle my threads
And Little Boy Blue will come after

The summer’s near gone and the year’s on the wane
The harvest stands ripened and wasting
Just give me an hour to unscramble my head
And I promise I’ll not keep you waiting

credits

from Kitsch and Canoodle, released August 22, 2021
Words & music by David A. Harley.
Vocals, guitar and synth by David A. Harley.
© all rights reserved

David A. Harley 1949 – 2025

Before I Fall

One for all of us who’ve been hampered by nervousness, clumsiness and much else in the race for success, whatever that is.”

(Note to anyone looking at this post in the Reader or on a phone you may need to visit the actual site to be able to view and listen to the music track)

Lyrics

Before I Fall

I know I can be clumsy / I’m hamfisted as they come
I’m blessed with two left feet / And my fingers are all thumbs
But I can tie my own bootlaces / I can use a knife and fork
I get there in my own time / And if I can’t run I’ll walk

I don’t need a nanny or a minder and if I can’t cope, I’ll call
But please don’t pick me up (x3) before I fall

I know I tend to stammer / And my tongue gets tied in knots
I get confused and nervous / Tripping over my own thoughts
But I’ll make up my own mind / If I’m wrong I’ll take the blame
And I can finish my own sentences / Thank you all the same

I don’t need an interpreter and if I ever do, I’ll call
Only please don’t pick me up (x3) Before I fall

I’m defensive and I’m obstinate / When things I say and do
Turn out upside down and in reverse / I may get mad at you
As well as me, but I’m sorry / And I hope you understand
I appreciate your putting up / With me the way I am

I’m trying to do better, for you, most of all
Only please don’t pick me up (x3) before I fall

credits

from The Old Man Laughs, released February 7, 2022
Words & music, guitar and vocal by David A. Harley.
© all rights reserved

David A. Harley 1949 – 2025

How to Say Goodbye

The first verse is a recollection of the second time I took my daughter to nursery, and the first time I left her there on her own. I felt like a criminal! Previously released as a single.”

(Note to anyone looking at this post in the Reader or on a phone you may need to visit the actual site to be able to view and listen to the music track)

Lyrics

How to Say Goodbye

Took you down to the High Road
Where I’d taken you once before
Kissed you and left you crying
There behind the nursery door

From the day our children are born
Until the day we die
We keep on learning to let go
And how to say goodbye

Took you down to the station
Waited with you for a train
A kiss and a wave from the platform
Saw you homeward bound again

Took you in from the car
Walked you down the aisle
Kissed you goodbye at the reception
Once more you left me, with a smile

Walk me down to the station
Time that I went home again
Blow me a kiss from the platform to warm
An old man’s heart on the train

credits

from Strictly Off The Record, released October 10, 2021
Words & music by David A. Harley. Acoustic guitar and vocal by David A. Harley.
© all rights reserved

David A. Harley 1949 – 2025

Ten Percent Blues

“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.”

(Note to anyone looking at this post in the Reader or on a phone you may need to visit the actual site to be able to view and listen to the music track)

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

from Swan Songs, released June 28, 2023
Words, music, guitar, resonator guitar and vocal by David A. Harley.
© all rights reserved

David A. Harley 1949 – 2025