Sir Alfred Hubert Roy Fedden MBE, FRAeS (6 June 1885 – 21 November 1973) was an engineer who designed most of Bristol Engine Company's successful aircraft engine designs.
Fedden was born in the Bristol area to fairly wealthy and influential parents. His older brother was the artist Romilly Fedden. Fedden's family was the first in the area to own a car, an interesting parallel with fellow engine designer, Harry Ricardo. This early influence almost certainly led to his future career. Fedden attended Clifton College, but did not do well scholastically and was known primarily for sports. After leaving, he declined to enter the Army, and announced he would apprentice as an engineer.
His apprenticeship was completed in 1906, and he immediately designed a complete car. He managed to convince the local firm of Brazil Straker to hire him, and the design was produced as the successful Shamrock. He remained at Brazil Straker over the following years, and he was particularly influential in convincing company management to take on the repair of various aircraft engines when World War I started. The company's role soon expanded to producing Rolls-Royce Hawk and Falcon engines, as well as major parts of the famous Rolls-Royce Eagle. Henry Royce offered Fedden a senior position with his company, but Fedden declined.
Rave down
Rave down
Rave down
Rave down, hit the ground
Before the pistol crack spins me out sideways
Like the sharp hard hit of a car crash in a dream
There's kids on the corner wanna beat-box my brains to bits
You can't cut creed clean things ain't black or white like they seem
Rave down, hit the ground
4 am all night hell gas station
Before we cruise off to the beach where the breeze blows easy and slow
We hung tight all night and no gig to go to
There could be something happenin' here but there's just no place to go
Your town ain't lively up no more
Rave down
Deep hot sun burns through the city
Yeah, they're havin' to peel the pedestrians off the walls
Ex-cop 'round the block, rockin' chair, suckin' beer
He blasts flies with his gun because swatting's no fun
Your town ain't hypin' up no more
Rave down
Rave