After a couple of false starts and a difficult birth the long awaited Ian Bland CD “Everything and Nothing” and his first book of poetry “Bland On Bland” have sprung forth fully formed and lustily bawling.
“Everything and Nothing” is a cinematic special starring a motley company of individuals. The songs are each a musical story, whether semi-autobiographical gems, gleaned conversations or plucked from current events, each deliver a condensed and precise serving of observed truth.
The Lamington String band led by Ian Bland, featuring Ed Bates, Greg Hunt, Peter Anderson, Nathan Farrelly, Mark Stanley and joined by a host of other notable musicians, as usual add their own measure of polish to this the third Ian Bland solo album.
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lyrics
This Was A Working Town
The old man walks his dog each night
He’s up and dressed before first light
Potters round the shed, always things to do
Worked his whole life in this town
Watched as everything closed down
Brick by brick, everything he knew
This place was never paradise
The days were hard and long
But they took pride in what they did
Now even that is gone
It’s hard to believe now, when you look around
This was a working town
Where ships would queue to reach the docks
The wealthy moor their motor yachts
An old barge carries tourists on a cruise
Warehouses once choked with freight
Apartments now, prime real estate
Everybody wants those river views
Sheds replaced by restaurants
Overalls by suits
Italian shoes grace timbers
Built for steel capped boots
Cries rang out from gantries
And two miles underground
When this was a working town
They wove the cloth, worked the mine
Built the cars, cast the iron
Children followed parents to the mill
Nothing’s made here anymore
All the jobs have gone off shore
Where labour’s cheap and life is cheaper still
Nothing lasts forever
Change won’t be denied
But those whose sweat built empires
Are the first ones cast aside
All that’s left are photographs
In memories whistles sound
When this was a working town