Joined: Tue May 30, 2006 2:48 pm Posts: 3115 Location: Edinburgh/Lincoln, UK
My ukulele is very cheap and fairly battered, but I managed to write something on it in the past few days. Apologies for the shitty, quiet laptop recording, and this was just done in a live take so it's full of mistakes and ropey parts. Just curious for feedback/thoughts on the song itself.
I remember you that night You were wearing maroon and black, With Myrna Loy curls and Blue-green feather in your hat, And we drank wine until my lips stained The colour of your dress, And we talked of words and people And all of the rest.
Your head lay on my shoulder As sound and shapes began to blur, You suggested that we exit Lightly pulling at your pearls, And this city was never great enough For a lady of your kind, But this night may win you yet, This night or I.
We walked upon the streets That have held all our regrets, And we kissed with chapped lips And I could taste your cigarette, You said ‘just like in the movies..’ And we spun beneath the snow. A love as cold as this Is all that we’d known.
And you drew it from your hat Beside bad music and bad weather, And you gave it to me That night in December, And it’s still in my coat pocket That blue-green feather, A love that now I Can only remember.
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