I’ll Put the Kettle On

The Great Malvern Hills

First Choice

Snow Globe

Herself to Herself

Waltz Me

Eyes of The World

If I Could Only Sing the Blues

Big White House

Who They Gonna Get?


All songs written and composed by Lincoln Newtab

All songs produced by Forthlin Mendips

All songs ©2023 by Lincoln Newtab. All rights reserved.


I’ll Put the Kettle On

What can I say? What can I do?

Nothing ever works out when I try to please you

Tongue tie,d brain fried, I'll put the kettle on

 

Where did I go? Who did I see?

When and where and why and what's the matter with me?!

On trial? No denial, I'll put the kettle on

 

Fancy a coffee, fancy a tea?

Make us some jam bütties

and some Wensleydale cheese

Time out, no doubt

Meet me in the kitchen and we’ll bang it all out

Oh, and...

 

I'll put the kettle on, the devil be gone

My luvly kettle’s on

I'll put the kettle on

Fire up the kettle, Goddess of Metal

Everythin's betta

When she's steaming and singing and hot!

 

Take out the cat, take out the bin

Backed into a corner here we are once again

Hold on, wait a tic!

I need to think a bit

 

Fire up the coals. Mind how you go, Pet

The Queen of Arbitration is about to hold Court

So, when we’ve gone crackers

Barking mad knackered

A stonking proppa cuppa

Will never interrupt ya, oh and...

 

I'll put the kettle on, the devil be gone

My wicked kettle’s on

I'll put the kettle on

Fire up the kettle, Goddess of Metal

Everythin's betta

When she's gleaming and dreaming and singing and steaming and bright!

 

I'll put the kettle on (All we need is nuffing too posh)

My lovely kettle (No crystal, no linen, no clever clogs)

We love you kettle (Faerie cakes, an egg, and a tea)

Almighty kettle (The perfect morning for me)

I'll put the kettle on (All we need is nuffing too posh)

My lovely kettle (No crystal, no linen, no clever clogs)

We love you kettle (Faerie cakes, an egg, and a tea)

Almighty kettle (The perfect morning for me)

Life would be grander

If we all put that bloody kettle on!

(Steady on, Guvnor!)

 

Fire up the kettle, Goddess of Metal

Everythin's betta'

When she's steaming and singing and hot!

 

Lyrics and Music by Lincoln Newtab

Featuring Russell A. Wilson on Honky Tonk piano solo! Also on Bandcamp.

©2021 All rights reserved

 


The Great Malvern Hills

It's a perfect day for a hike

A cool breeze brushes my hair

Moos, barks, bleats, chirps, and tweets

It's a perfect day for a hike

 

From Herefordshire to Gloucestershire

And the County of Worcestershire

From Shropshire Hills to Lickey Hills

The toposcope shows us the way

 

Forever stands in front of you

From way up here on the pike

English perfection in every direction

It's a perfect day for a hike

 

To the top, to the top of the Great Malvern Hills

A panorama of nature’s patchwork quilts

So beautiful, so historical

The trek up is hard

But the view's your reward

Beacon Hill is nearby

Reach up and touch the sky!

 

Take the 1:15 from Paddington

Gary will pick us up in his taxi, then

We’ll walk, run, bike, or horseback, or trike

Come and ride in my Morgan if you like

 

To the top, to the top of the Great Malvern Hills

A panorama of nature’s patchwork quilts

So beautiful, so historical

The trek up is hard

But the view's your reward

Beacon Hill is nearby

Reach up and touch the sky!

 

Lyrics and Music by Lincoln Newtab

©2021 All rights reserved

 

First Choice

So nice to hear from you

We were many years overdue

I think of you every now and again

I regret how it had to end

We could’ve done better

But we were so young, not quite as clever

Now I see we misunderstood

I’d go back and change if I could

And with these few simple words

You shift me into reverse

I’m getting all choked up

Like when we first broke up

I hear the sound of your voice

Whisper I was always your first choice

 

It was a Wait! What? No way!

Moment for real

I can’t believe my ears

Knock me down with a feather

I never ever ever

Would’ve guessed in a million years

That you would say to me

That I would always be

Your first choice, your first choice

That I would always surely be your first

 

How could I possibly have known?

Love would continue to grow

To think that I still had a chance

of saving our romance

Now I hear the sound of your voice

Whisper I was always your first choice

 

It was a Wait! What? No way!

Moment for real

I can’t believe my ears

Knock me down with a feather

I never ever ever

Would’ve guessed in a million years

That you would say to me

That I would always be

Your first choice, your first choice

That I would always surely be your first

 

You were a goddess

Beautiful and flawless

First love’s kiss

Doesn’t get any better than this!

 

It was a Wait! What? No way!

Moment for real

I can’t believe my ears

Knock me down with a feather

I never ever ever

Would’ve guessed in a million years

That you would say to me

That I would always be

Your first choice, your first choice

That I would always surely be your first

And now I’m back at the end of the line again

 

Lyrics and Music by Lincoln Newtab

©2021 All rights reserved

 

Snow Globe

Your calendar's blank

And the weeks fly by too fast

It’s hard to see tomorrow

When you’re focused on the past

In the time it takes a dream

to be shattered just like glass

That’s the time to piece it back together

And build it to last

 

It's rough down in the trenches

When all you can see are dark skies

Between flashes of inspiration

and desperation cries

There are no fairy godmothers

No magic carpet rides

It’s time to raise the curtain

And step into the lights

 

Oh, I love to make you laugh

I adore that special smile

Save this snow globe moment

Shake this snow globe moment upside down

 

Sometimes it feels like we’re winning

But our chances forever thinning

Opportunities slipping away

Someday we’ll be reminiscing

and certain to be missing

the time we share today

 

Oh, I love to make you laugh

I adore that special smile

Save this snow globe moment

Shake this snow globe moment upside down

 

We are free to live

We are free to love

We are free to turn this snow globe

Right-side up

 

Oh, I love to make you laugh

I adore that special smile

Save this snow globe moment

Shake this snow globe moment upside down

Let it snow!

 

Lyrics and Music by Lincoln Newtab

©2021 All rights reserved

 

Herself to Herself

She keeps herself to herself

Never comes out of her shell

Cuz she's a party of one, can't you see?

She doesn't want your attention

Oh, did I just mention?

Need to leave her alone - she's with me!

 

She's got her head in the clouds

She doesn't do crowds

She needs to get away from you

She doesn't crave the limelight

She's her own meteorite

On a mission, her aim is true

 

Oh oh oh say can’t you see

That girl means everything to me?

She makes me so dizzy

I’m wonderin’ is she

Looking for someone like me

 

I'll take her under my wing

And promise outrageous things

We'd be so happy it might make you puke

We'll keep ourselves to ourselves

With inspirational spells

The two of us will look so damn cute!

The two of us will look so damn cute!

 

Maybe I'm the one she wasn't waiting for

She doesn't even know I exist

Someday I plan to ask her out

Of this I don’t have any doubt

But first I need to find out what her name is

 

So, take a hike and goodnight

She'll never kiss you goodbye

You don’t deserve her but neither do I

 

Oh oh oh say can’t you see

That girl means everything to me?

She makes me so dizzy

I’m wonderin’ is she

Looking for someone like me

 

Oh oh oh say can’t you see

That girl means everything to me?

She makes me so dizzy

& now that she’s with me

Guess we can be so happy!

Guess we can be so happy!

 

Lyrics and Music by Lincoln Newtab

©2021 All rights reserved

 

Waltz Me

She said come with me

Back to a time when Waltz was king

When dancing was glorious

Back one hundred years

All in one magical night

We could be stars

Just the two of us

 

May i have this waltz?

No, we won't touch ground

Or make a sound

We’re lighter than air

 

When you Waltz me

The music calls me

Haunts me, taunts me

Violins, roses, and chandeliers

 

She said here we are

In the grandest of ballrooms

Strauss lives on

In three quarter time

Gown and tux in flight

In perpetual rotation

Ladies are grace

The men are precision

 

May i have this waltz?

No, we won't touch ground

Or make a sound

We’re lighter than air

 

When you Waltz me

The music calls me

Haunts me, Taunts me

Violins, roses, and chandeliers

 

When you Waltz me

The music calls me

Magic 1-2-3, Magic 1-2-3

Wir tanzen durch die Sterne!

[we're dancing through the stars]

 

Lyrics and Music by Lincoln Newtab

©2021 All rights reserved

 

Eyes of The World

Three hundred and sixty paths to choose from

Radiating out from your front door

Time to pack, to put your travelin’ shoes on

Start right here when you're ready to see The World

 

Courage marks your journey on a map

Dreams are fuel that make each moment count

You can't get "lost” you'll find there's only overlap

From where you meant to go to what you found

 

And you will return with more than you packed

New vistas, new insights, new "you" in fact

Bring them back with you

 

Home will never look the same

When you've seen it

When you've seen it

Through the eyes of The World

Home will never look the same

After you've seen it through the eyes of The World

 

All the books you've read and all the films you know

Don't compare to being there on your own

What's it like to stand on the other side of the globe

Could be the best sensation you've ever known

 

And you will return with more than you packed

Back home again on your side of the globe

Stand on top of The World

 

Home will never look the same

When you've seen it

When you've seen it

Through the eyes of The World

Home will never look the same

After you've seen it through the eyes

Through the eyes of The World

 

Lyrics and Music by Lincoln Newtab

©2021 All rights reserved

 

If I Could Only Sing the Blues

Ya know my woman, she's so good lookin'

Make your eyes pop right out yo head

And my house is like Buckingham Palace

Need a map to find the way back to my bed

I got a gold-plated Bentley

Right here in my garage incident'ly

 

I've got so much money

I can't spend it fast enough

I've got to grab me some heartache

Some despair to make me tough (mercy!)

Some pet peeve to complain about

Somethin' to make me stomp and shout

 

So let me have three wishes

Rub the lamp, light the fuse

Yes, I could be so happy

If I could only sing the Blues

 

Well, I got twenty-seven guitars

Some drums and a big ol' piana (yes I do!)

But I wish I'd been born in a hurricane

Or way down south, Louisiana

No gypsy woman gave my mama advice

No rattlesnake ever bit me twice (I told you so!)

 

So let me drown in sorrow

And help me feel some pain

Oh, I could be so happy

If I could sing the Blues again

 

Just like Billie and Ella and `Retha and Muddy

Like Hooker and Booker and BB and Buddy

Jimi and Willie and Stevie Ray, Janis and Fats

Oh if I could only learn to sing like them cats!

 

So, let me have three wishes

Rub the lamp, light the fuse

Yea, I could be so happy

If I could only sing the Blues

Oh yeah, I could do some Howlin’

If I could only sing the Blues

 

Lyrics and Music by Lincoln Newtab

©2021 All rights reserved

 

Big White House

Can ya picture that big white house with the green tin roof

Thinking `bout the summers of our youth

We could be anything we wanted to dream

 

Fifty-seven steps from the front porch swing

To the pump `round back where the water used to spring

Gramma, Grampa, waving from the front gate

Generations grow from this family of eight

Not enough room but nobody grumbles

Cousins by the dozens, aunts & uncles

Nieces & nephews, brothers & sisters

Moms & dads, and a cat with whiskers

 

Can ya see that big white house with the green tin roof

Thinking about the summers of our youth

We could be anything we wanted to dream

In that big house down by the stream

 

And the children of the children of our children will wish

Someday they could see just what they missed

In Gramma's kitchen, biscuits and sorghum

In Grampa's woodshop, making stuff for `em

No better neighbors could you ever find

No better town to bring peace of mind

Best summer ever under that roof

Happy and cozy, cool and rustproof

 

Have you heard the story of that legendary day?

A day when Grampa must've been away

Uncle Bob "borrowed" the Plymouth for a ride

Watch out boys, he ain’t old enough to drive

It’s a miracle there weren’t any car wrecks

He made the Lebanon Run in less than 12 parsecs

He must've been flyin'! Whoa, he must've got a hidin'!

Oh, lawdy. He was flyin!!!!!

 

And we wanna go back to that white house with the green tin roof

Thinking `bout the summers of our youth

We could be anything we wanted to dream

In that big house down by the stream

We're good folk, yes, we're good folk, yeah!

Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea

 

Lyrics and Music by Lincoln Newtab

©2022 All rights reserved

 

Who They Gonna Get?

Our love is legendary

This ain’t no ordinary romance

We’ll be heroes of the hour

Love is our superpower, let’s dance

I’m workin’ on the script

And some angles to depict

The blazing fire we lit

And the secrets that we hid

But what everybody wants to

Everybody wants to know is:

Who the stars will be

 

Who they gonna get to play us on the big screen?

An epic action romcom fantasy

Better be A-listers or superstar potentials

So, who they gonna get to play us on the TV?

 

So, let’s spice up the drama

The Academy will nominate us

We’ll need a car chase and some zombies

With Kung Fu Cowboy Bobbies

And a whole lotta cool sh!t blowin’ up

 

Who they gonna get to play us on the big screen?

An epic action romcom fantasy

Better be A-listers, like you two could be sisters

So, who they gonna get to play us on the TV?

 

We'll clean up at the Awards

Land a hot new brand to endorse

Talk show hosts will sing our praise

While we bask in adulation

We'll direct our admiration

To the stars who will take our place

After the studio makes its designation

 

Who they gonna get to play us on the big screen?

An alien starship tear jerk mystery

We can stop all this dreamin’

Can’t wait to be streamin’ Yeah

Who they gonna get to play us on

the big big big big screen?

Well, maybe we’ll just watch it on our phones

 

Lyrics and Music by Lincoln Newtab

©2021 All rights reserved

 

 
 
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