I’ve been working with Gary for a few weeks now. This week I finally got to show him some of the songs I’ve started to work on using his lyrics.
“I didn’t write that” he said when I first played him the song. After much searching I finally found the original piece Gary had written and then he started to remember. “Oh yeh, I do remember now!”
I’m not surpised Gary didn’t recognise his words, I’ve had similar feelings. When you add the melody to words something strange and unknowable happens. It’s where songs differ from poems. Of course poems have a music of all their own, in the rhythm and meter but songs have this strong melodic core that does something to words and changes the way they are heard.

Gary and Matt
I’m not surpised Gary didn’t recognise his words, I’ve had similar feelings. When you add the melody to words something strange and unknowable happens. It’s where songs differ from poems. Of course poems have a music of all their own, in the rhythm and meter but songs have this strong melodic core that does something to words and changes the way they are heard.
Gary had come with us to The People’s History Museum and had connected with his own past and the area of Salford where he grew up. For this particular piece we’d been discussing the museum and the idea of ‘representation’. We’d talked about the ways in which our voices are heard or often ignored. The phrase ‘silent voices’ had come up and so we’d been writing around that idea.
This is section I took from Gary’s writing to use in the song.
Debt makes you angry
For silent voices never heard, only tears
Hard to get by, only escapes
Shrieking protests – like music to the ears
In coming up with the melody I stretched and shaped the words, repeating some, moving them around until they felt comfortable within the melody. I chose minor chords, lifting to major chords. I loved the phrase “Shrieking protests” but somehow I just couldn’t make it fit here. I’ve learned to accept that some words – however good – might not belong where you are placing them, and they will often find their own home, in another song.
As it stood I only had half a song so after I’d played Gary what I had so far, I asked him if he’d write some more lyrics. This is what he wrote.
Life makes you worry
Hard to get by
When you struggle with no money
Life Life, where do we go?
Hard times worried minds
No money, no ties
Life goes by by and by
Where do we go?
when all you have in your pocket is your hand
I tried to plan, but nothings there
The song is still a work in progress and I’ll continue to collaborate with Gary on the song but I really think he’s created something very strong here. I’m also hoping in the coming weeks that he’ll sing it with me, he has a great voice. But until then, here’s how it sounds so far.
“All you have in your pocket is your hand”
Lyrics by Gary Cundle
Life Life Life
makes you worry
Hard to get by
When you struggle with no money
Hard times worried minds
Hard times worried minds
No money, no ties, Life goes by and by and by
Debt Debt Debt
makes you angry
Hard to get by, only escapes
makes you angry
For silent voices never heard,
For silent voices never heard
only tears – like music to the ears
Life, where do we go?
when all you have in your pocket is your hand
I tried to plan
But all you have in your pocket is your hand
Hard times worried minds
Hard times worried minds
No money, no ties, Life goes by and by and by