Skiffle is a type of popular music with jazz, blues, folk, and roots influences, usually using homemade or improvised instruments. Originating as a term in the United States in the first half of the twentieth century, it became popular again in the UK in the 1950s, where it was mainly associated with musician Lonnie Donegan and played a major part in beginning the careers of later eminent jazz, pop, blues, folk and rock musicians.
The origins of skiffle are obscure, but are generally thought to lie in African-American musical culture in the early twentieth century. Skiffle is often said to have developed from New Orleans jazz, but this claim has been disputed. Improvised jug bands playing blues and jazz were common across the American South in the early decades of the twentieth century, even if the term skiffle was not used to describe them.
They used instruments such as the washboard, jugs, tea chest bass, cigar-box fiddle, musical saw, and comb-and-paper kazoos, as well as more conventional instruments such as acoustic guitar and banjo. The term skiffle was one of many slang phrases for a rent party, a social event with a small charge designed to pay rent on a house. It was first recorded in Chicago in the 1920s, and may have been brought there as part of the African American migration to northern industrial cities.
James Patrick "Jimmy" Page, OBE (born 9 January 1944) is an English guitarist, songwriter, and record producer. He began his career as a studio session guitarist in London and was subsequently a member of The Yardbirds from 1966 to 1968, after which he founded the English rock band Led Zeppelin.
Jimmy Page is viewed by critics, fans and fellow musicians alike as one of the most influential and important guitarists and songwriters in rock music.Rolling Stone magazine has described him as "the pontiff of power riffing & probably the most digitally sampled artist in pop today after James Brown." In 2010, Jimmy Page was ranked No.2 in Gibson's list of "Top 50 Guitarists of All Time" and, in 2007, No.4 on Classic Rock Magazine's "100 Wildest Guitar Heroes". Page was ranked third in Rolling Stone magazine's list of the "100 Greatest Guitarists of All Time" in 2011. He has been inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame twice; once as a member of The Yardbirds (1992), and once as a member of Led Zeppelin (1995).
The Jive Aces, winners of BBC TV's Opportunity Knocks, formed in 1989. They are a six-piece UK based, high energy,jive and swing band, who have many albums and singles to their name, and have performed at many music festivals. They received an award from the Variety Club of Great Britain for their charity work, and the City of Derry International Music Award in 2006. The band performs both cover versions and original material.
The Jive Aces played at the Berkeley Dress Show Ball in April 2010, and were featured in Hello! magazine. They also played at another prestigious society event, The Berkeley Square Ball, in 2009 and were pictured in OK! magazine with singer Rhyddian.
On 9 July 2010, the Jive Aces headlined at the first ever swing dance at the Royal Albert Hall. They played to approximately 1,400 dancers on the 5,000-square-foot (460 m2) dance floor, along side the Back To Basie Orchestra and Top Shelf Jazz.
In late August 2010, the Jive Aces performed at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival in a show tributing one of their musical heros, Louis Prima. They had special guests, Keely Smith and Toni Elizabeth Prima, perform with them (Louis Prima's ex-wife and daughter respectively) and gained a five star review from Edinburgh Spotlight.
Stephen William Bragg (born 20 December 1957) – known as Billy Bragg – is an English alternative rock musician and left-wing activist. His music blends elements of folk music, punk rock and protest songs, and his lyrics mostly deal with political or romantic themes. His music career has lasted more than 30 years.
Bragg was born in 1957 in Barking, Essex, the son of Dennis Frederick Austin Bragg, an assistant sales manager to a Barking cap and hat maker, and his wife, Marie Victoria D'Urso. Bragg was educated at Barking Abbey Secondary School in Barking.
In 1977, Bragg formed the punk rock/pub rock band Riff Raff, and toured London's pubs and clubs. The band released a series of singles, which did not receive wide exposure. He also worked in Guy Norris Records in Barking. Bragg became disillusioned with his music career, and in May 1981 joined the British Army as a recruit destined for the Queen's Royal Irish Hussars of the Royal Armoured Corps. After three months, he bought his way out of the army for £175 and returned home, having attended basic training but having never served in a regiment as a soldier.
Anthony James "Lonnie" Donegan MBE (29 April 1931 – 3 November 2002) was a skiffle musician, with more than 20 UK Top 30 hits to his name. He is known as the "King of Skiffle" and is often cited as a large influence on the generation of British musicians who became famous in the 1960s. The Guinness Book of British Hit Singles & Albums states Donegan was "Britain's most successful and influential recording artist before The Beatles. He chalked up 24 successive Top 30 hits, and was the first UK male to score two U.S. Top 10s".
Born as Anthony James Donegan in Bridgeton, Glasgow, Scotland, the son of a professional violinist who had played with the Scottish National Orchestra, he moved with his family in 1933 to East Ham, Essex (now in Greater London).
Donegan was evacuated to Cheshire to escape the Blitz in World War II, and he attended St Ambrose College, initially at the school's original site in Dunham Road, Altrincham.
In the early 1940s he mostly listened to swing jazz and vocal acts, and became interested in the guitar.Country & western and blues records, particularly by Frank Crumit and Josh White, attracted his interest and he bought his first guitar at the age of fourteen in 1945. From listening to BBC radio broadcasts in the following years he began learning songs such as "Frankie and Johnny", "Puttin' On the Style", and "The House of the Rising Sun". By the end of the 1940s he was playing guitar around London and visiting small jazz clubs.
The rain is falling down
Along with the sky
The colors and remembered suns
Are pouring by
What will I do with the sky
When it is empty?
Come to the window
Put your arms around me again
If you don't hold me
I will wash away with the rain
What will I do with my arms
When they are empty?
I'll just stand here and watch
The sky fall while you put yourself together
While you gather up the time it took to
Make us think we would last forever
The window fills your face
With silver and grain
You're soaking up the sky
I'll never see it again
What will I do with the sky
When it is empty?
What will I do with my life
Your burning questions
Bite your tounge
Just keep your mouth peaceful and to yourself
want to make a suggestion
(dont know next line)
just keep your mouth peaceful and to yourself
You once had a home, a job, a family and pride
But we all have a price we'll pay when things go wrong inside
Don't wear diamonds, and now you don't wear gold
And in the bruises on your face, there's stories to be told
In the shadow of cold stone, freezing to the bone
But you keep a warm fire burning in your soul
'cause you're gonna spend a black night, console a sad man
In a hungry city with a million hungry hearts
WHEN YOU STAND IN SACKVILLE
IT'S A DIFFERENT WORLD FROM THE ONE
YOU KNEW WHERE LITTLE BOYS MEET LITTLE GIRLS
As you tread your path through a jaundiced corridor
Where each day has no beginning and no end
There are those out here who claim to be so good
I suspect that Jesus holidayed in hell
Oh, what you'd do for a hot drink or a warm coat
Oh, what you'd give for a means to get you outta here
It rains upon your head, lines on your face become
Rivers into which you cry your secret tears, secret tears
Secret tears, secret tears
(WHEN YOU) WHEN YOU STAND IN SACKVILLE
(STAND IN) IT'S A DIFFERENT WORLD FROM THE ONE (SACKVILLE)
YOU KNEW WHERE LITTLE BOYS MEET LITTLE GIRLS (TREMBLING)
The first night we saw you, we were laughing at you
We were hanging on the side of the Cortina
Oh yeah, you seemed so strong, stronger than a man could ever be
Laughing with your sisters in the rain
Dancing on a curbstone, when last you saw her
But when the trick goes wrong, there's no one there to help her
There's not a thing that I can do about it
I guess I'll just go home and write a song about it
Song about it, write about it, write about it
(WHEN YOU) WHEN YOU STAND IN SACKVILLE
(STAND IN) IT'S A DIFFERENT WORLD FROM THE ONE (SACKVILLE)
YOU KNEW WHERE LITTLE BOYS MEET LITTLE GIRLS (TREMBLING)
IT'S A COLD AND TREMBLING GIRL (COLD AND)
LEANS INTO A STRANGE CAR (TREMBLING)
NODS UNSPOKEN WORDS TO AN UNSEEN DRIVER SITTING THERE
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I had a dream I fell behind a hidden wall
Began to see a world through new eyes
I can't wake up I don't really want to figure out
What it means to rush right through this life
Upside-down on a ceiling floor
I don't think I'll be coming back for more
Running blind into what I see
Not afraid to set it free
That's just the way it should be
CHORUS:
When will the sky fall beneath us?
Will we make sense of it all?
I'm going through things in my mind
We just hide behind
And I'm not the only one
I took a turn and got stuck inside
This played out scheme
A revolution underneath your blue sky
I'm underground so come around and upside down
We will try
To look beyond ourselves so we both can survive
Flashback dropping in a state of bliss
Hooked up wishing but it doesn't really exist
I won't die in a dream that's dead
I'd rather take in the head
That's just the way it should be
REPEAT CHORUS
Well I don't know
Upside down on a ceiling floor
I know that I'll be coming back for more
I filter out through a faded screen
A Universe so obscene
Tell me now when it's time to cut free
We'd better start living better take another leap
REPEAT CHORUS
You know me but you ain't met me yet
Shut the fuck up and be quiet
In your mind with all the rage I hide
Now this is what you desire
Crazy things I thought I'd never do
before I met myself
these days I seem to forget
I think I'm going schizophrenic
Two people inside my brain
One is me the other one's insane
I think I need some professional help
I going crazy
In Psychoville
I am Psychoville
This is Psychoville
We're in Psychoville
Not easy could you get rid of me
Inside they're having a riot
These voices they keep on taunting me
Looks like they're never be silent
Crazy things I thought I'd never do
Before I met myself
These days I seem to forget
I think I'm going schizophrenic
Two people inside my brain
One is me the other one's insane
I think I need some professional help
I going crazy
Medication shame
Medication crime
There's people inside my head
One who's ego must be fed
Split personality
The voices they are haunting me
There's people inside my head
There's people inside my head
There's people inside my head
There's people inside my head
In Psychoville
I am Psychoville
This is Psychoville
We're in Psychoville
Two people inside my brain
One is me the other one's insane
I think I need some professional help
I going crazy
Two people inside my brain
One is me the other one's insane
I think I need some professional help
Words bewitching, prophecies are sold We're drowning in an ocean Among the shit that is spoken Separate the meek from the bold
In time all empires fall From fools to bitter war And to those who ignore I say suffer the loss of all
[Chorus] Control the drones People are lost Useless reforms Repeat the past
Icy storms of violence fill the air Battles waged for greed All consumption therefore will impede All we do is sit and stare
Brothers forced to slay their kind Endure the burning flesh When they march to certain death They leave their future behind
[Chorus] Control the drones People are lost Useless reforms Repeat the past
And chaos will reign Servants sent to die The blackest corruption Bringing the skyfall
Strangled by the poisoned breath All paradises burn Passed the point of no return They sent us to our deaths And in time all empires fall From fools to bitter war And to those who ignore I say suffer the loss of all