Any Other Day Street (Darren Poyzer)

 

This recording can be found on:
Global (live) CD . Global (live) DVD

Recorded: Live at The Globe, Glossop, 2003
Live Sound: Rae Leeson
Produced by Mark Tolle and Paul Higham

Musicians:
Andy Goddard (acoustic guitar / backing vocals)
Darren Poyzer (acoustic guitar / vocals)
Fluff (fiddle)

This professionally produced live recording, like all the recordings on the Global (live) CD and DVD, captured something that the studio versions of that year did not. It's a song that deserves much more light, and a more professional studio recording.

The song reflects on a time when I was living back 'home' in the village of Tintwistle, Derbyshire, a peaceful village where all appears well ("the grass is painted green"), and yet not so far away "the roundabout of lost and found", which is how I describe the roundabout that provides roads leading into Hattersley (The Moors Murderers), Hyde (Harold Shipman), and via the M67 towards Manchester Airport and Motorways connecting major cities across the land.

Any Other Day Street
All Words & Music: © Darren Poyzer

I live on any other day street
Where the grass is painted green, do you know what I mean?
The man who owns the windmill sings
I am pissing in the wind, Is this my destiny?

Out on the roundabout of lost and found
Looking for directions to turn
Since I left school many roads have closed
Many are the tales how anger burns
Seems to me the way ahead is to live and learn, live and learn, live and learn

The whole point on any other day street
Is something I have missed, I don't tow the party line
Inspired by colourful sci-fi dreams
I shop for magazines, I live a thousand lives

And meanwhile on the roundabout of lost and found
Looking for directions to turn
Since I landed here many doors have closed
Many are the tales how anger burns
Seems to me the way ahead is to live and learn, live and learn, live and learn

Hanging onto love as if it's your last chance
Money calls the shots as the children dance
Some in well-heeled shoes man
Dig those anarchy blues, those anarchy blues

I live next door to a man insane
I sometimes hear him cry, he's a better man than I
He's lived on any other day street, for all his working life
He sees this as his prize

We hit the roundabout of lost and found
Looking for directions to turn
Since we first met many roads have closed
Many are the tales how anger burns
He says to me the way ahead is to live and learn, live and learn, live and learn

On any other day, Everything's ok