A full recording of John's very early songs where only a handful of pressing were ever made. But someone has found a copy and put it on YouTube, then a very keen listener in America has taken the time to write out all the lyrics to every song and given us a link for all to share. So if you are interested in listening to some very early JDR work you may like to give this a try.
Timestamps
00:00 - Good Living (Is A Habit)
04:05 - Libby's Song
06:28 - Oh, What A Dream
09:48 - Lesson's For The Day Are Over
13:25 - Summer Song
18:36 - Fairweather Friend
23:12 - First Thoughts Of Morning
27:46 - The Boat That Takes Me Home
30:41 - My Lady Of Music
34:09 - How About It
38:03 - Summer Rain
41:48 - Brief Encounter
Lyrics: click a song title to reveal
The castle that you live in, is it really made of stone
Or would a gentle breeze blow it down
Did you build it in your dream world, Is it really not your own
Live there as long as you can
He can't read books and he can't paint pretty pictures
But he understands so much clearer than I
For he knows that all he's missing with his eyes
Is more vivid in the mind of the man who's going blind
And that's why he doesn't mind
For good living is a habit
Live it while you can
Soft sable furs, not rabbit
And super fast cars on mercantile credit
And why worry if the money isn't always real
You're as rich as you feel
And the lady you're in love with, none can be as sweet as her,
a beauty that's all of her own
And don't let them tell you different, It's got not to do with them,
take her and run to your home
For good living is a habit
Live it while you can
Soft sable furs, not rabbit
And super fast cars On mercantile credit
And why worry if the money isn't always real
You're as rich as you feel
So believe in what you're doing, and do the best you can,
no one does better than that
And don't let your troubles get you, ‘cause they'll get you if they can,
brush them up under a mat
For good living is a habit
Live it while you can
Soft sable furs, not rabbit
And super fast cars on mercantile credit
And why worry if the money isn't always real
You're as rich as you feel
Oh I wish I could be there, to throw flowers in the air
Maybe say a little prayer on the day
But this can't be, because I'm here across the sea
But I'll be thinking of you both anyway
Oh it would be so nice, to throw confetti and throw rice
And drink champagne as they send you off in style
I can picture it now, as you kneel to take the vow
And then walk proudly together down the aisle
And I wish you the best, and let time do the rest
As husband and wife for all of your life
As I retire to my bed, there's all so much that's left unsaid
And oh so little time to say it anyway
But I'm sure you will be well, as they ring the wedding bell
So good luck and have a lovely day
It's enough that we shared for a year, all the love and the hurt and the tears
But it's tough when you’ve something so rare, and in a puff it can all disappear
Just the wink of an eye or the hint of a sigh
When your tender goodbye touched my cheek,
how the years seem so much like a week
But I pray that some dreams you will keep,
like a voice that will call from the deep
Of my heart, of my mind, no don't leave that behind
For oh what A dream we had, oh what a dream we had
Oh what a dream we had, oh what a dream we had
But dreams are made of cobwebs, they sparkle in the sun
For silk and threads and thistleheads were never very strong
A shock of light can split the night
But knives cannot split wrong from right
So what was it that split us up tonight
For oh what a dream we had, oh what a dream we had
Oh what a dream we had, oh what a dream we had
Lessons for the day are over and you can go home my son
Put your books back in their cupboard and go out and have some fun
And wait inside the schoolhouse for the bell And grab your cap and run like hell
While dirty faces scream and yell together and slinging bricks into the well
And eating snails straight from their shell
And pray to God that no one tells your mother
Lessons for the day are over and you can go home my son
Put your books back in their cupboard and go out and have some fun
But behind the school door you may hide to trip the lad who told the lie
Well schoolboy justice makes him cry for sorrow
But all too soon his pride will mend within the hour you'll find your friends
And he’s lent you the gun you want to borrow
Lessons for the day are over and you can go home my son
Put your books back in their cupboard and go out and have some fun
But keeping lizards in your desk and nicking bird’s eggs from their nest
Well that's okay ‘cause you'll confess on Sunday
And scrumping apples from next door, and hitting pigeons with a core
Well prepare yourself for another boring Monday
Lessons for the day are over and you can go home my son
Put your books back in their cupboard and go out and have some fun
The place beneath the cedar tree still calls me
Commanding me within its arms to lay
And listen to the sounds of earth around me
The sweetest things to me those sounds would say
For oh how your eyes play music in the light
Who will they be playing for tonight
And the sounds of leafy breezes brush the cedar
As my fingers Intermingle with your hair
And the woodlands precious perfume we were so drunk on
Oh was it summer madness that we shared
But oh how your eyes play music in the light
Who will they be playing for tonight
Oh how your eyes play music in the light
Who will they be playing for tonight
And the city things we saved but had no meaning
As barefoot we would run into the shade
Well was it then that I never really knew you
What did I do to make you so afraid
For oh how your eyes play music in the light
Who will they be playing for tonight
Oh how your eyes play music in the light
Who will they be playing for tonight
But the dogs that bark from across the apartment wake me
And take me from my thoughts of yesterday
Reflections of a love I barely touched on
But oh how sweet a touch like that can be
For oh how your eyes play music in the light
Who will they be playing for tonight
Oh how your eyes play music in the light
Who will they be playing for tonight
Oh how your eyes play music in the light
Who will they be playing for tonight
Good friend, a pal to the end, you've been around a long long time
Good times we've had, women and wine, I'm proud that you're a friend of mine
It seems I've known you now since Mom and Dad were young
Doing things together most everything we've done
I'll throw my troubles out I know you'll understand
I need a helping hand
I'm struggling on
Right now, well you can't hang around, well don't feel obliged because of me
I can see why tomorrow you can't be free
Well maybe you can tell me when you will be
It seems you've heard about the things they say I've done
And I must sort them out before the police come
Now you believe It don't you, don't you say I'm wrong
I’m trying to tell you, you know me well, I've no one else to turn to
Now turn around now boy
I cannot see a thing, your hair’s in braces, now seems sadly out of grace
Or are you telling me, this time's a different case, I'm on my own and so long
Good friend
Oh my fair weather friend, but someday they will send for you
Oh my fair weather friend, they'll ask what kind of man depends on you
And maybe then you'll see what you have done today
It's far far worse than any charge they'll put my way
This world will turn without you, now that others learn about you
But what a shame that you've became that way
Slowly, oh so slowly, the film runs through my head
Lingering a while on every frame
Faster, but then faster, so the picture starts to grow
Providing all my thoughts to know my way
Bringing me reality again, bringing me reality again
Far better that I turn again from whence I have just come
Where nothing is a friend I understand
I am king of everything yet touchable by none
But still this rude Intruder takes my hand
Bringing me reality again, bringing me reality again
My eyes swim in a sea of light, far greater than before
But never will I see those things the same
My ears have beaten back by an endless crushing roar
Awake oh sleepy mind and let them in
They're bringing me reality again, bringing me reality again
Invader of my privacy, respecting only time
Relentlessly approaching from behind
They're crashing like a tidal wave, to activate my mind
And bring to me in reality again
It's bringing me reality again
Bringing me reality again, bringing me reality again
I'll raise my glass to friends I've known
I'll raise it to my family
I'll drink a toast to those I've loved
Though they may not have wanted me
I'll board the boat that takes me back, to things and places I have known
I'll gaze with sadness at myself, and raise my hand, I'm going home
I'll look around at what I've done
And I’ll think of what it's done to me
It's hard to read between the lines
When you're not sure of all you see
But now and then I'll turn around
It seemed much clearer years ago
My head was high, my path was straight
Life's precious moments pass so slow
I’ll board the boat that takes me back, to things and places I have known
I'll gaze with sadness at myself and raise my hand, I'm going home
My lady Of music, my lady of song
Won't you sing to me, cling to me, take me along
With a tune if it’s love songs and places and time
Unveiling the thoughts as they turn in your mind
As they give you that wisdom that I'll never find
And yet it finds me and is gentle and kind like a song from my lady of music
How close you may be, but how far you may seem
And how long can I ride on the wings of this dream
Of this dream once so real and tied up so tight
A dream that was with us all day and all night
It danced in the dark and it flew in the light
Ignoring the truth but believing the rights
Like a song from my lady of music
Take your time lady fly lady, try not to think
Of the time we would climb through a sky painted pink
Like a rose but it faded and left me alone
To find my way down on my own
But how strange now I feel as our song starts to fade
Is it drifting too deep In the hope that I made
Of unfilled promises the words left unsaid
And words that were written but words never read
And words that were tender but left in my head
And words that were stubborn and stupid instead
Of a song of my lady of music
Llke a song of my lady, a song for my lady, a song for my lady of music
Well it’s said, or I may have read, about old flames that die
Well you'll never ever burn the same flame twice
Well if it's true, then In the case of you, you make it out as lies
‘Cause loving you again would sure be nice
How about loving me again, how about it, how about it
How about loving me again, how about it, how about it
Well I heard a rumor once that in a thunderstorm
Where lightning strikes, it’ll never strike again
Well maybe it's not thunder that you’re hearing now
But can't you feel a little drop of rain
How about loving me again, how about it, how about it
How about loving me again, how about it, how about it
Well I'll take you to the river where we swimmed before
Tickled by the world and trouble free
And the place across the way where we would play before
Well now how about you coming there with me
How about loving me again, how about it, how about it
How about loving me again, how about it, how about it
Rain, summer rain, gentle rain, can intoxicate my brain
Insane, maybe so, but I'll go, where the patterned rivers flow, in the rain
So warm is the afternoon, all my windows opened wide
The storm blown trees play out their tune,
I am drawn to go outside, outside
Where the calm of the day, can wash a care away
And I'll hide, in the fresh fragrant green,
that I'll be the first to see, since the rain
Rain, people fly to the dry, from a gray and cloudy sky
A shame, they won't know what they've missed,
if they never have been kissed, by the rain
And oh how the garden stretches out to grasp the air
And may I be pardoned if I only sit and stare, sit and stare
As the world is revived, it's so great to be alive
A prayer, seems so little to give,
but may everything that lives, survive
You sung to me a song so sweet I've never heard before
And the words they kept repeating in my head
But it's over in a minute, I'm so sad you did begin it
It is over, it is over, it is dead
You sung to me of summer days, you sung to me of war
And you got to me with every word you said
Of the things that kept you going, when an icy wind was blowing
Daily pleasures, daily trouble, daily bread
Your song was short but flowed on easily
Blood and thunder leave me cold
The tale we had was bright and breezily told
And so although the song went on for such a little time
Well I feel I am the wiser all the same
All the little things you taught me,
little pleasures that you brought me
Little troubles that we treat as little gains
Your song was short but flowed on easily
Blood and thunder leave me cold
The tale we had was bright and breezily told
You sung to me a song so sweet, I've never heard before
And the words they kept repeating in my head
But it's over in a minute, I'm so sad you did begin
It is over, it is over, it is dead
John has released a brand new track One Wish. You can listen or buy One Wish on our Bandcamp page.
So..what news… well time ticks by, it only seems like yesterday that One Life was released, yet here we are several years later wondering where the time went. And yet much has been going on…. I got immense pleasure in recording My Father Said on a Steinway in the magnificent Recital Rooms in Bracknell UK whist being recorded by my son and video’d by my daughter: In 2013 I wrote The Floods of 2012 with no premonition of the disasters which were to come in the following years. The song now stands as a diary entry on the calendar of evermore dramatic and evermore scary global warming events. At some point in the last year an avid JDR follower discovered a copy of the very first JDR album Good Living (recorded in 1972) and so far I have resisted pressure to make it public… which, trust me, is seriously the right thing to do!
More playing, more writing and, hopefully, getting back into the studio for that elusive next song collection. Not that there are not enough songs already in the frame… but it always seems the next one is the one worth waiting for. Check out the demos of some of the new songs on the music page. See what you think… and let me know.
Yury lives in Latvia. Yury is a fan of many singers and songwriters and their songs, but in particular he is a fan of 'Such is The Mystery' on John's 'Read On' album.
Yury has recorded his own rendition of 'Such is The Mystery' but then he went on to write 'This Song' which is his personal dedication to John and 'the song that means do much to him.
So here is Yury singing 'This song' followed by his 'Mystery of Life' a personal dedication Yury has written for John:
Mystery Of Life
Dedication to John Dawson Read, by Yury
Sometimes I think about my life:
Why can’t I see this Higher Light
That shows me where I am to go forever…
Oh, if I know what can I do,
What can I sing for reaching to
My only star that leads from fool to clever…
I wrote these words when I was young,
The years gone by and I have sung
So many songs for goodness and for beauty…
And now I’m almost older man,
I’m nearly sixty and I can
Assert that life itself is sweetest duty…
And there is mystery of life
Afar from crowded city strife
To live each day in love and heartfelt giving…
So now I sing another words
And now I play another chords
And surely know enough of perfect living…
I’ve got enough of bitter-sweet
Of book of Life I have to read
And miss no word of this eternal scripture
And there’s no meaning where to start
While Holy Lord lives in your heart
Which loves and cherish every tiny creature
And if my life is done at last
There’ll never be regrets of past
I surely know it now – no doubt or sorrow
So when I reach my final creed
I’ll say «my Friend, John Dawson Read,
You showed me brightest way from past to morrow!