A Tax On Health
The story the song tells is of a common experience for those who try to access our wonderful National Health Service in the Community.
Old Whitby Harbour
When I heard the first performance of Stan Graham's song of the same name I felt impelled to write a song that told it as it really was. Stan's song has gone on to be widely covered. The reaction I get to my song is usually, 'Ughhh!' which is okay by me.
Revolution's Farewell
Is a parody of one of my own songs, 'Resolution's Farewell' (Track one on The Songs of Tony Morris 2).
Yellow and Red
A friend of mine sometimes sings a song about a 'body on the line'. One day when I was stuck in traffic on the A 165 in the East Riding of Yorkshire this song came into my head.
Alum Miners' Song
Another song that tells it as it was. Wryly humourous, and not the kind of song one would sing in polite company.
Virgin Purr Like Driven Snow
A character at a folk club in the North East corner of Yorkshire is wont to make a great to do about having the raffle drawn by 'A Virgin, pure as the driven snow'. On one such occasion, after the draw, I improvised this song accompanied by my harp and subsequently remembered it and wrote it down.
Boozers from Boro'
A Whitby experience.
The story the song tells is of a common experience for those who try to access our wonderful National Health Service in the Community.
Old Whitby Harbour
When I heard the first performance of Stan Graham's song of the same name I felt impelled to write a song that told it as it really was. Stan's song has gone on to be widely covered. The reaction I get to my song is usually, 'Ughhh!' which is okay by me.
Revolution's Farewell
Is a parody of one of my own songs, 'Resolution's Farewell' (Track one on The Songs of Tony Morris 2).
Yellow and Red
A friend of mine sometimes sings a song about a 'body on the line'. One day when I was stuck in traffic on the A 165 in the East Riding of Yorkshire this song came into my head.
Alum Miners' Song
Another song that tells it as it was. Wryly humourous, and not the kind of song one would sing in polite company.
Virgin Purr Like Driven Snow
A character at a folk club in the North East corner of Yorkshire is wont to make a great to do about having the raffle drawn by 'A Virgin, pure as the driven snow'. On one such occasion, after the draw, I improvised this song accompanied by my harp and subsequently remembered it and wrote it down.
Boozers from Boro'
A Whitby experience.
Harper's Fall
This song tells the story of an event in March 2014 when I received a face changing injury. I thought the best therapy was to write a song and to get out and sing it. I achieved this aim within 6 days. The therapy was successful.
Our Gang
A short stab at dealing with the subject of 'knife crime'.
Road Rage
This is a lightly re-mastered track from my first 2003 Album 'Changing Tracks'. There is also a video version of this song on Youtube to there is a link on another page on this website.
The Farmer and the Foal
The tale of a rustic romp that came into my head one day while performing as a storyteller/roving bard at the Ryedale Folk Museum at Hutton le Hole, North Yorkshire.
Robin's Big Bang
The life story of the elder brother of someone I was at school with.
Amanita Phalloides
A fungus known commonly as 'The Death Cap'. I read a newspaper report of a fatality due to someone making and drinking soup from this fungus, having failed to recognise it. Raffle Chicken
Mishearing a remark in a crowded folk club, I used what I thought I heard to extemporise this song later that evening. I later managed to remember it and wrote it down.
Bit of Skirt
A cautionary tale for young men.
Hard Times On Tyne
The inspiration for this came from the song 'The Recruited Collier'. My song is nothing like the song that inspired it.
Faded Star
Many years ago, while staying in an Hotel in Madeira, the resident duo (from Manchester) were having a break between sets and we got chatting. The man said he had been trying to write a Country Song in'the worst possible taste' for years. I had written this song by the next morning.
Dangerous Dog
When I first wrote and performed this in the late nineties, it was met with slightly disapproving applause at the Black Swan Folk Club, York and I was inclined to abandon it for a time. I revived it when I moved up to Whitby where it became a favourite.
This song tells the story of an event in March 2014 when I received a face changing injury. I thought the best therapy was to write a song and to get out and sing it. I achieved this aim within 6 days. The therapy was successful.
Our Gang
A short stab at dealing with the subject of 'knife crime'.
Road Rage
This is a lightly re-mastered track from my first 2003 Album 'Changing Tracks'. There is also a video version of this song on Youtube to there is a link on another page on this website.
The Farmer and the Foal
The tale of a rustic romp that came into my head one day while performing as a storyteller/roving bard at the Ryedale Folk Museum at Hutton le Hole, North Yorkshire.
Robin's Big Bang
The life story of the elder brother of someone I was at school with.
Amanita Phalloides
A fungus known commonly as 'The Death Cap'. I read a newspaper report of a fatality due to someone making and drinking soup from this fungus, having failed to recognise it. Raffle Chicken
Mishearing a remark in a crowded folk club, I used what I thought I heard to extemporise this song later that evening. I later managed to remember it and wrote it down.
Bit of Skirt
A cautionary tale for young men.
Hard Times On Tyne
The inspiration for this came from the song 'The Recruited Collier'. My song is nothing like the song that inspired it.
Faded Star
Many years ago, while staying in an Hotel in Madeira, the resident duo (from Manchester) were having a break between sets and we got chatting. The man said he had been trying to write a Country Song in'the worst possible taste' for years. I had written this song by the next morning.
Dangerous Dog
When I first wrote and performed this in the late nineties, it was met with slightly disapproving applause at the Black Swan Folk Club, York and I was inclined to abandon it for a time. I revived it when I moved up to Whitby where it became a favourite.