Thought provoking and moving rock, jazz and blues based songs. Inspired music from Swindon's Old Headlandian, Stephen G Percival, influenced by many but especially Lennon, Bowie, Ray Davies, Dylan, Floyd and Neil Young. This album relives real life situations as Steve believes that's the only way to write and translate real music with feeling. Not contrived in any way and no samples used, only real instruments played by expert musicians! Early musical influences in town well XTC whilst local bands include Oozy, BLJ and Medium Rare. Listen loud.F L Y I N G U M B R E L L A SWords, music, vocals and Steinway piano from Stephen G PercivalGuitars by the amazing Al HeslopPercussion from the incomparable Jay PostonesCello from the stupendous Melanie HopkinBacking vocals from the stunning Hannah Drablow-SmithDedicated to my son Charlie (cover design), my daughter Rachael, Shahina, my sisters Stella, Sue and niece Samantha, my departed and inspirational musical dad George, mum Barbara and brother Michael. Special thanks go to Jay Postones (TesseracT) and especially Al Heslop (Heights), for green tea, bar discounts, patience and delivering mind blowing ideas. It couldn’t have happened without you Al.SONG LIST1. IT’S IN THE ROCK n’ ROLLIt’s the Rock n’ RollIt’s the Rock n’ RollThat’s in me my friendIt’s in my very soulGoes to my very soulBelieve me my friendI can’t say it with flowersI can’t say it with wordsI can’t play it with mind gamesI can sing it chapter and verseIt’s from the Hollywood BowlAnywhere the music rollsBelieve me my friendIt’s where the trombones blowWhere the harmonies flowThat’s in me my friendI can’t say it with flowersI can’t say it with wordsI can’t play it with mind gamesI can sing it chapter and verseINSTRUMENTALI can’t say it with flowersI can’t say it with wordsI can’t play it with mind gamesI can sing it chapter and verse2. ALL QUIET ON THE WESTERN FRONTAll is Quiet on the Western FrontAs the boys’ are waiting for the call to comeNervous chatter echoes aroundAs the cigarettes are passed aroundFighters on my tail againNowhere to hideNowhere to runFighters on my tail againBlinded by the sunRat-tat from my gunThe telephone ringsAlerts the crewThe scramble call for the men in blueCards are scatteredThe chips are downAs the daily news is blown aroundINSTRUMENTALTo their Spits and HurricanesMerlin engines spew for the chosen fewNot everyone made it backNo one wants to experience thatFighters on my tail againNowhere to hideNowhere to runFighters on my tail againBlinded by the sunRat-tat from my gunINSTRUMENTALDown to the Jug & Bottle in townEveryone’s happy their men are downAle a plenty is spewed and drownedThe piano sings their pain out loud3. GALILEOJan 10, 1610The universe changedGalileo’s discoveryWent against the grainThe Catholic church in ItalyWeren’t best pleased indeedArrested him for heresyHe begged them on his kneesThe Heliocentric TheoryThe sun in the middle of it allSixty years earlierBurnt at the stakeGiordano BrunoFor crimes against the stateThis time GalileoIt’s his turn to dieMust renounce his theoryIf he wants to surviveThe Heliocentric TheoryThe sun in the middle of it allINSTRUMENTALSo here we are today in 2016Making new discoveriesOf the most extremeWe can see the start of timeThrough waves of gravityFeel an outer planetWe cannot yet quite seeThe Heliocentric TheoryThe sun in the middle of it allThe Heliocentric TheoryThe sun in the middle of it all4. SHE’S GOTShe’s GotShe’s GotShe’s GotShe’s GotLove in her eyes ye yeShe’s Got,She’s GotLove in her smile ye yeShe means the world to meDon’t ever go away don’t ever play that gameI want you to stay please stayTonightShe’s GotShe’s GotLove in her eyes ye yeShe’s GotShe’s GotLove in her smile ye yeShe means the world to meShe means the world to meDon’t ever go away don’t ever play that gameI want you to stay please stayTonightDon’t ever go away don’t ever play that gameI want you to stay please stayTonightShe’s GotShe’s GotLove in her walk ye yeShe’s GotLove in her talk ye yeShe’s Got5. SOPHISTICATED LADYSophisticated LadyFashion GuruRaised up in RwandaNow home is darlin’ LiverpoolYou say your name is LoveAnd that’s just how you give itHeavens aboveYou don’t know no limitShow me right to the endI don’t want you to pretendThat you’ll be my special friendOnly 24When you came to my doorDressed to the ninesYou let me exploreAlthough I could trust yaThe message hit homeIt wasn’t just good old meYou wanted for your ownShow me right to the endI don’t want you to pretendThat you’ll be my special friendShow me right to the endI don’t want you to pretendThat you’ll be my special friendINSTRUMENTALSophisticated LadyI hope you’re fineWe’d have to turn the clock backTo find the right timeShow me right to the endI don’t want you to pretendThat you’ll be my special friendShow me right to the endI don’t want you to pretendThat you’ll be my special friend6. SOME PEOPLESome people say it’s overOthers say that we’re throughIt’s time to stop pretendingLet’s work out what to doWhy don’t we stop?Stop pretendingStop?Take a breathStop?Try to work it outStop?Think this thing throughSome people hide in the long grassOthers deal with the painThere’s no chance that it’s overLet’s try to work it out againWhy don’t we stop?Stop pretendingWhy don’t we stop?Take a breathWhy don’t we stop?Try to work it outStop?Think this thing throughINSTRUMENTALWhy don’t we stop?Stop pretendingWhy don’t we stop?Take a breathWhy don’t we stop?Try to work it outStop?Think this thing throughSome people go to fairgroundsOthers play the wrong tuneThere’s no end to this broadcastLet’s work out what to doWhy don’t we stop?Stop pretendingStop?Take a breathStop?Try to work it outStop?Think this thing throughStop!7. TROUBADOURYou looked as thrilled as could beAs you glided into the bohemian restaurantAll in black sequinsSmiling broadlyWhat would you like to drink?As the waiter drowned my helloTroubadour, Troubadour, Troubadour, TroubadourI was shakin’ like a leafCould barely speakSuch was my anxietyYou helped me breathWere you real?Or just another crazy dreamAs the waiter drowned your helloTroubadour, Troubadour, Troubadour, TroubadourI was blind as could beToo straight lacedTo see the opportunityI can bleed just like youI used to laughAs easily as you doAs the waiter drowned our hellosTroubadour, Troubadour, Troubadour, TroubadourWhy did it feel so wrong?Fell right downRight down to my kneesYou said yes maybeAs the chef played out the songFor the benefit of Mr RightThere will be a show tonightINSTRUMENTAL8. TROUBLEWell you’re TroubleWith a capital TYes you’re TroubleA capital TAnd when your fine B mindIs close to mineLet it beAll my troubles disappearYou’re a DivaWith a capital DAnd a disbelieverCapital DWhen you say you’re mineNo matterHow many times?I can’t sayAll my troubles drift awayAll my troubles go awayAll my troubles disappearINSTRUMENTALYou’re a FlirtWith a capital FTreat me like dirtCapital FI wish you were aware of the pain and despairYou caused meAll my troubles disappearAll my troubles drift away9. TWO LOST SOULSDown to the parkDown that lonely damned roadKicking around stonesWonderin’ which way to goWhen you were aliveAlways the jester manLonely as meLonely as the treesNow right in front of me is a restless windAn unfinished taleA missing sailTwo lost soulsNow right in front of me is a restless windAn unfinished taleA missing sailTwo lost soulsINSTRUMENTALDown to the parkDown that lonely damned roadKicking around stonesWonderin’ which way to goNow right in front of me is a restless windAn unfinished taleA missing sailTwo lost soulsNow right in front of meIs a restricted viewI just can’t seeWith those tears clouding my eyesE N D