Songs on Saturday ~ Daytona
twelve wild horses in silver chains
Back in the day, when Chris Rea could still sing and great cars didn’t rely on computers to make them work, Pininfarina designed the Daytona. I would contend one of the 10 best-looking cars ever made.
I’ve been to Daytona Beach, and I even know what Daytona means, but I’ve never driven a Ferrari Daytona, not anywhere. And actually, I’d rather own a Jaguar V12 E-Type, but then I am English and not Californian
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
a man’s man’s car
Tunes on Tuesday ~ Chris Rea
home isn’t always where the heart is
Back at home after a sunshine vacation. All of which was good, except for the sick flight home. I thought I was looking for the summer ~ seems the truth is, I was trying to fill an empty place in my heart.
Today, here in England it’s cold, wet, grey. My friends are acting strangely. I’ve been as sick as a dog for a week.
I’m beginning to wonder if coming home was such a good idea.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
time I found a way to fly away
The Road to Hell
Hell is empty, and all the devils are here
In my entire long and sometimes misspent life I have never seen such destruction and despair, incompetence and ineptitude, lies and chicanery, to match that which is surrounding the COVID-19 virus this weekend. It’s a Sunday, but don’t even think about trying to go to church for holy service, because you can’t. Stop complaining about civil liberties, because you don’t have any. Give up on ever having a job again. And forget it when it comes anyone actually running the nuts and bolts of your country, because they’re all ‘working from home’.
The whole world seems to be on the road to Hell, herded along by all the devils and demons who are supposed to be suffering in purgatory. Instead we’re all learning the lesson of suffering here.
Wake up.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
go to heaven for angels
take the road to hell for casual sex
Your Warm and Tender Love
I will not heal by going back to what broke me
This track is from Chris Rea ~ the album, the Road to Hell. That’s where I’m going now.
And it’s no fault but my own.
Please listen responsibly.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
echoes of better days
Tunes on Tuesday ~ Driving Home for Christmas
the weather outside is frightful, but she is so delightful
I well remember those Christmas Eve drives north from my home near London to see family and friends in the cold North East of England. Not fun at all in some of the cars I owned ~ a Triumph TR6 is not good in the snow.
These days, most younger people have no idea how to drive safely in really bad weather.
Please listen responsibly.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
the Triumph TR6
too much power, not enough grip
Christmas Songs
Chris Rea ~ Driving Home For Christmas
I’ve done that more times than I’d care to remember.
Please listen responsibly
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ck collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
Tunes on Tuesday ~ Chris Rea
Be charitable and loving when winter comes howling in.
Middlesbrough Man Chris Rea is a brilliant exponent of the slide guitar ~ athough I like him best because he likes great cars, including the iconic 7.
Please listen responsibly.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
don’t drive a 7 in winter
unless you’re very brave
on the beach
If I could, I would spend all of my time on the beach. My local beach, or in Australia, California, Miami, Texas, or the Windies… just so long as there is the sea and the sky. Lighthouses, a cool villa, and a gorgeous woman would be good too. I would settle for a hut to sleep in. To be honest, I can do without the guy playing the guitar.
Chris Rea ~ On The Beach
please listen responsibly
On The Beach is also the title of a novel by Nevil Shute, which was turned into a chilling movie starring Gregory Peck and Ava Gardner. (I think Ava Gardner has such a look of a dirty vamp about her.)
please watch responsibly
If your girl talks about the 2000 Armand Assante movie, it’s cool if you not only know about the earlier film, but also the book.
As for my beach. It’s lonely, cold, and grey down by the sea today.
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Jack Collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
you’re not just a number
When men have a cold it’s like the biggest medical disaster ever inflicted on the human race. Well, today I have a cold, and I’m feeling thoroughly miserable. Autumn’s shadowy fingers are crowding around the garret, the sky is grey, and so is the sea. All I want to do is sleep. I don’t feel quite human, more like a number standing in line waiting for I don’t know quite what.
The hot California desert calls, and so does the open road, and neither of them are going to see me today. Anyhow, there’s no way I’m alert enough to drive a Seven until this cold had gone. When I’m well, do I drive down through France our head West?
Chris Rea ~ Auberge
This music video is as weird as I feel right now. I may have a fever. I have a fever, it’s 101. Man-flu strikes again.
Please listen responsibly.
When driven with real bravery, a Lotus / Caterham 7 is the fastest point-to-point car you can get on English country roads.
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jackcollier7@talktalk.net
