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Pocket Kings

by The Prods

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    'Pocket Kings' is the first recorded output of The Prods, a ten-track album recorded by Gareth (guitars) and Jerome (vocals) before expanding to the four-piece band known today.

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1.
(She can be blunt) (but she means well) Can you see her walking down the street? She leaves a mark on everyone she meets Can you see the way she flicks her hair? You can see she doesn't have a care Thighs of a cyclist! Eyes of a psycho! Gripper, my girl ‘Gripper’ Thighs of a cyclist! Eyes of a psycho! Gripper, my girl ‘Gripper’ Do you see her chewing on the pen? Spittin' bits out every now and then Do you see the way she writes the score? That's in the desk for evermore Thighs of a cyclist! Eyes of a psycho! Gripper, my girl ‘Gripper’ Thighs of a cyclist! Eyes of a psycho! Gripper, my girl ‘Gripper’ I knew it when I held her, she could have been a welder She does full pints but that's alright with me I knew it when I held her, she could have been a welder She does full pints but that's alright with me I think it's neat She has a hold upon my life, and I couldn't leave her... Can you see her walking down the street? She leaves a mark on everyone she meets Can you see the way she flicks her hair? You can see she doesn't have a care Thighs of a cyclist! Eyes of a psycho! Gripper, my girl ‘Gripper’ Thighs of a cyclist! Eyes of a psycho! Gripper, my girl ‘Gripper’
2.
(Game on, Les to throw first!) Poundshop slacks that shock 'em all Pristine white, gauche velour See 'em dazzle, striking a pose Sparrow legs on tippy toes Bag o' nuts and a pint o' porter Seven foot nine, and a quarter Step aside and watch the master work Oo! Ah! In off the wire! Oo! Ah! In off the wire! Oo! Ah! In off the wire! Oo! Ah! ("Lend us a quid") A hand on hip, and a hand aloft With squinting eyes, that feintly cross The out-of-body, tongue askance The "I'm a wrong 'un" teapot stance Waaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh! (-guitar solo-) Oo! Ah! In off the wire! Oo! Ah! In off the wire! Oo! Ah! In off the wire! Oo! Ah! ("Yeah, I meant that-") Oche Jockey! Oche Jockey! Oche Jockey! Oche Jockey! Les G! In off the wire! Les G! In off the wire! Les G! In off the wire! Les G! (“Well get us a pint then…..?”)
3.
Jeremy Kyle 03:46
(Jeremy Kyle... Jeremy Kyle... x 4) Jeremy Kyle ! Jeremy Kyle ! Jeremy Kyle ! Jeremy Kyle ! Jeremy Kyle ! Jeremy Kyle ! Jeremy Kyle ! Jeremy Kyle ! I wandered through the valley and out into the sand I was blinking in the starlight with a sceptre in my hand And they'd beg me for my judgement, if I'd only let them ask But instead I flick the whip, and watch the monkeys dance, yes I do... Jeremy Kyle ! Jeremy Kyle ! Good morning, now my first guest is here for truth, she needs to know If her boyfriend's cheating with her best friend, or her mum Now, she knows he's been unfaithful 'cos he sneaks out after dark But she needs to know just who he meets - and mates - in the park (Shonaya's on the Jeremy Kyle show!) Jeremy Kyle ! Jeremy Kyle ! Jeremy Kyle ! Jeremy Kyle ! Jeremy Kyle ! Jeremy Kyle ! How can you say it's cruel while they suffer in the wild ? And besides, we don't care for them; we're just here for the child So put away your morals and let me take my mark And just sit back and relax and watch the dogs bark, as they do... Jeremy Kyle ! Jeremy Kyle ! Jeremy Kyle ! Jeremy Kyle ! Jeremy Kyle ! Jeremy Kyle ! My last guest Dean is here for DNA His wife has played away; Baby could be brother Dave's "How would you feel if you weren't the father of the baby..? You'd be devastated right...?" "The father of the baby is........." "Don’t go away I’ll be right back after this break!" Jeremy Kyle ! Jeremy Kyle ! Jeremy Kyle ! Jeremy Kyle ! Jeremy Kyle ! Jeremy Kyle ! (You won't leave 'til I've feasted... x 14) How can you say it's cruel ? While they suffer in the wild ? x 6
4.
When I was tiny, I’d walk down the stairs at night The darkness illuminated by my eyes shining bright To look at the Christmas tree, put there for Jesus And wait on the steps for him, his birthday it was A tree in springtime, my branches strong and lithe In summer rippling green, in autumn lay my leaves aside In winter I go to sleep. This time forever This tree’s made its final ring on Christmas morning We’ve all got to go sometime, so please be of good cheer Though it’s hard to say it Love I’m dying for Christmas this year Ring out the bells ‘cos it’s Christmas Eve And my present to you is gonna make you grieve It’s Christmas Eve The rich and famous, the ones we never knew The ones who made the papers and the ones whose friends were few They’ve all had enough of this, and said goodbye Before they had the chance to doze in front of Wizard of Oz The gift’s been given; I take my leave of you Don’t be too sad darling ‘cos one day it’s your turn too The snow’s so white up here, we’ll go tobogganing together In the never–ending Christmas up here We’ve all got to go sometime, so please be of good cheer Though it’s hard to say it Love I’m dying for Christmas this year Ring out the bells ‘cos it’s Christmas Eve And my present to you is gonna make you grieve It’s Christmas Eve Ring out the bells ‘cos it’s Christmas Eve And my present to you is gonna make you grieve It’s Christmas Eve, it’s Christmas Eve
5.
Put It Away 04:40
Ultra-violet, my jealousy unfolds (Oh no, don't get him started) Superlunar yet close enough to hold (Oh no, dirge for the summer) I want it more than I can half admit You don't know (what it's like…) Semi-naked, I don't need x-ray specs (Oh no, look what you started) Solar panels drive my solace vexed (Oh no, got dirge for the summer) I want it more than I can half admit You don't know (what it's like…) Put it away, put it away, Put it away, put it away, Put it away PUT IT AWAY! Tumefacient, your cruelty's exposed (I know, can't help but notice..) Insulated, I'm sunset down below (Oh no, don't get indecent) Want it more than I can half admit (I want it more than I can half admit) You don't know (what it's like…) Put it away, put it away, Put it away, put it away, Put it away PUT IT AWAY! (-guitar solo-) Put it away, put it away, Put it away, put it away, Put it away PUT IT AWAY!
6.
We tremble through the drizzle Our footsteps loud and clear Eyes bright with expectation The end of another year (Where did it all go wrong?) Last night of the prongs! The trophies are arranged The tables have been set The glitter-ball is spinning And it's karaoke next I didn't imagine, us and The Albion, tussling on the floor But you can get your hands off our fucking wooden spoon ! Last night of the prongs! Last night of the prongs! The dancing is deranged So I'm getting tanked up first But if I win the raffle Then I'm gonna go bezerk! No! I didn't imagine, us and The Albion, tussling on the floor But you can get your hands off our fucking wooden spoon ! Last night of the prongs! Last night of the prongs! (-guitar solo-) Last night of the prongs! I said, ‘What ya gonna do with your arrows now ?’ ‘What ya gonna do with your arrows now...?’ ‘What ya gonna do with your arrows now...?’ Put ‘em in your pocket and get out of town! This is the end of it all This-is-the-end-of-it-all… ...Last night of the prongs.
7.
Sick of the working Sick of the graft that does me in I’m looking for something I'm looking for a way to win I think it's time I found a masterplan... It could be easy It could be easy, just let me think Everyone's thirsty! Everybody needs a drink! I think I've found a way to save the world... You could advertise your beer *in this chorus here* You could advertise your beer *insert slogan here* We could come to an arrangement I have experience People who hear will trust my view Send me samples A case each day should just about do I knew I had a way to save the world... You could advertise your beer *in this chorus here* You could advertise your beer *insert slogan here* We could come to an arrangement (Once in a lifetime, opportunity...) (Once in a lifetime...) You could advertise your beer *in this chorus here* You could advertise your beer *insert slogan here* We could come to an arrangement
8.
In the wrong place! (God awful tension) In the wrong place! (stupid to mention) In the wrong place! (it’s the fear of rejection) I’m in the wrong place! So, the subject of my dreams is in this place But why would destiny so mock me in this way? ‘Cos heaven knows I couldn’t hope to hold her hand For all the imperfections, that I am I’m in the wrong place! (stay where you’re standing!) In the wrong place! (it’s a good hand you’re holding!) I’m in the wrong place! (no point in folding!) I’m in the wrong place! For some reason there’s a wall that blocks my way A hundred bricks and wire, it’s me that’s laid And for all the ghosts that confidence could slay I’m made to decorate and obey In the wrong place! (God awful tension) In the wrong place! (stupid to mention) In the wrong place! (it’s the fear of rejection) I’m in the wrong place! But then she looks and sends a shock right through my spine With something safe and honest in her smile So kill the fake assumptions that pushed me to the brink Perhaps I’ll hang around and stay for one more drink ‘Cos I’m in the right place! (just like I told you!) In the right place! (you’ve got nothing to lose!) I’m in the right place! (no empty crushes…)
9.
The start of the trip hit just the right feeling "Stick to the right and watch for the signs" The road from Amsterdam was far less appealing Soaked to the skin and hands clenched tight (But oh! We're gonna see the Jeggles!) Deprived of my bike, deprived of my freedom Gonna kick it in a ditch 'cos it's doing my head in Something inside has choked and I am all mis-timed This son of a bike is broke and I am left deprived... Na na na na na na na na na! Riding up the autobahn hoping to reach Sweden But then the Beezer fucks up and we end up really needin' Help from above, or maybe German AA...? But one call to Thomas Jeggle and we know we're A-OK! (But oh! We're gonna see the Jeggles!) ‘Cos I’m deprived of my bike, deprived of my freedom Gonna kick it in a ditch 'cos it's doing my head in Something inside has choked and I am all mis-timed This son of a bike is broke and I am… I am left deprived... (-guitar solo-) (But oh! We're gonna see the Jeggles!) ‘Cos I’m deprived of my bike, deprived of my freedom Gonna kick it in a ditch 'cos it's doing my head in Something inside has choked and I am all mis-timed This son of a bike is broke and I am left deprived... ‘Cos I’m deprived of my bike, deprived of my freedom Gonna kick it in a ditch 'cos it's doing my head in Something inside has choked and I am all mis-timed This son of a bike is broke and I am left... I am left... D-E-P-R-I-V-E-D.
10.
Woke up this morning; hawked up my guts Opened the curtains; scratched at my nuts Walked down the hallway, ‘cos I need the loo Sat on the pan, smoked a Windsor Blue I’m feeling disgusting, raddled and sore But the nicotine’s working And my guts hit the floor ‘Cos I got the Windsors! Yeah I sure got the Windsors! When I’m feeling this messed up I know I got, I know I got The Windsor Blues Got my last giro five days ago Stocked up on Windsors, and a bit of blow Holed up in my bedroom, baked beans in the pan Sparked another Windsor, I just ain’t got no plan ‘Cos I got the Windsors! Yeah I sure got the Windsors! When I’m feeling this messed up I know I got, I know I got The Windsor Blues (- instrumental / lung solo-) Think I’ll nip down the bookies’, and find a dead cert Accumulator - get me out of the dirt A thing easily parted, is money and a fool But lord help me I’m happy, long as I got my Windsor Blues ‘Cos I got the Windsors! Yeah I sure got the Windsors! When I’m feeling this messed up I know I got, I know I got The Windsor Blues When I’m feeling this messed up... When I’m feeling this messed up... When I’m feeling this messed up... I know I got… The Windsor Blues

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This is our self-recorded, self-produced debut album.


Gareth Davies: acoustic guitars, electric guitars, bass, keyboard, programming, growling

Jerome Wright: vocals, nylon string guitar, knees

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released May 6, 2018

Tracks 1,2,3,5,7 by Davies
Tracks 6,8,9,10 by Davies/Wright
Track 4 by Wright

Produced by G. Davies
Mixed and mastered by Milan Adamik at Masterworks (www.masterworksaudio.co.uk)

Cover photo by Sara Barsby
Inlay design by Edda Jeggle (www.edda-tut-gut.de)

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The Prods London, UK

Punk, balladry and humour sometimes guaranteed.

A British take on life viewed through a pint-shaped lens.

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A salute to you our friend, for stumbling across us in the infinite sea of the internet.

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G, J, R, A
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