The 'We met' Song
We met
In the fading light of a Monday
On the bus journey ride to the old town
Where the jazz band were playing a ragtime
To the parasolled day-trippers there
We sat on the wall drinking red wine
Out of cups that she bought from the pound shop
And the lanterns that swung from the branches
Lit up the night
[CHORUS]
And we talked
Of the places we'd been and the places where we ought to go
And we laughed
When we talked of how we'd only met just an hour ago
[INSTRUMENTAL]
She said
That she knew of a place by the harbour
That opened 'til late in the morning
So we slowly walked out of the old square
As the bells of the clock tower rang out
And the seagulls that fed in the harbour
Flew over our heads in the darkness
And the fishermen sat on their boxes
'Til late in the night
[CHORUS]
And we talked
Of the old flames that burned us, the things that they'd said and we'd done
And we laughed
About things that we said that we'd never get into again
[INSTRUMENTAL]
We sat
At a table in Fisherman's Cottage
And ordered the dish of the day
While the waiter supplied us with starters
We watched as the tide turned away
And the tables around us they emptied
And the kitchen staff shouted for dishes
We ordered two coffees to take out
And stayed up all night
[CHORUS]
And we talked
Of the night that we'd spent and the feelings we'd better not say
And we laughed
As the night that we'd spent was now turning to another day
[INSTRUMENTAL]
We said
Goodbye in the harbour that morning
As we kissed by the calm of the water
I walked back to town through the quiet streets
And wandered back down to the square
Where the parasol tables were empty
And the jazz band were playing no more
The seagulls were picking up litter
Dropped in the night
[INSTRUMENTAL]
In the fading light of a Monday
On the bus journey ride to the old town
Where the jazz band were playing a ragtime
To the parasolled day-trippers there
We sat on the wall drinking red wine
Out of cups that she bought from the pound shop
And the lanterns that swung from the branches
Lit up the night
[CHORUS]
And we talked
Of the places we'd been and the places where we ought to go
And we laughed
When we talked of how we'd only met just an hour ago
[INSTRUMENTAL]
She said
That she knew of a place by the harbour
That opened 'til late in the morning
So we slowly walked out of the old square
As the bells of the clock tower rang out
And the seagulls that fed in the harbour
Flew over our heads in the darkness
And the fishermen sat on their boxes
'Til late in the night
[CHORUS]
And we talked
Of the old flames that burned us, the things that they'd said and we'd done
And we laughed
About things that we said that we'd never get into again
[INSTRUMENTAL]
We sat
At a table in Fisherman's Cottage
And ordered the dish of the day
While the waiter supplied us with starters
We watched as the tide turned away
And the tables around us they emptied
And the kitchen staff shouted for dishes
We ordered two coffees to take out
And stayed up all night
[CHORUS]
And we talked
Of the night that we'd spent and the feelings we'd better not say
And we laughed
As the night that we'd spent was now turning to another day
[INSTRUMENTAL]
We said
Goodbye in the harbour that morning
As we kissed by the calm of the water
I walked back to town through the quiet streets
And wandered back down to the square
Where the parasol tables were empty
And the jazz band were playing no more
The seagulls were picking up litter
Dropped in the night
[INSTRUMENTAL]
posted by Simon John Parkin at 10:47 am
4 Comments:
hey, is that all your own song? it's cool.
Thanks Tori! I wrote it yesterday. Came up with a tune on the guitar and everything!
I really like the 1st verse but I'm not so happy with it after that. My songs always come out too sentimental and clichéd - makes me want to puke!
Maybe I was in a corny sentimental mood and that's why I liked it? Sometimes I get that way! Thanks for visiting my blog by the way... my random ramblings.
Yeah - I suppose if I am quite sentimental then I should 'write from my own experience' and all that. I just don't like the way it sound afterwards. But then I suppose self-criticism is a way of life.
Anyway - enjoyed your blog - looking forward to reading more!
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