New song: "Far Flown"

FinsburyParkCarrots

Another Kensington dawn: more shadows fall on the lawn.
Outside Jane's windowpane, her husband starts the growl of his car.
Now, East: the Bow Bells' sound, and Phelan starts to come 'round.
Beside him, Jenny stares him through, her distance ever more

Far flown lonely London birds, who never found the same wire
Far flown broken wings of dreams that barely had to go higher,
to find love.

Jane tries to make through the day. She finds a radio play.
But Oh!, that dialogue! How lacking all sense of Bizarre!
Phelan waits until one, when Jenny goes out alone:
He'll take the tube out of this zone today, go free and go

Far flown lonely London birds, who never found the same wire
Far flown broken wings of dreams that barely had to go higher,
to find love.

Jane takes a call from her son, then takes some air on the lawn.
The shadows circle like crows, each one a black omen star.
She knows that man on the road, heading near, shoulders broad:
He only passes by, head down, a fading memory of

Far flown lonely London birds, who never found the same wire
Far flown broken wings of dreams that barely had to go higher,
to find love.



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(What happens in that song is that the word "Far" is the last word of each verse, and the first word of the chorus, so everything runs in together, if you get what I mean.)

olderman

give it a bridge and it will be perfect.

just my opinion, of course.

good work richard, as per usual.

FinsburyParkCarrots

The bridge covers lines three and four of every verse. I'll complete my recording of this tomorrow, and you'll here.

FinsburyParkCarrots

Hear, I mean. You'll be here, and hear.

FinsburyParkCarrots

Oh, wait. You're right. I actually left out writing the middle eight! Okay, here's the whole thing:

Another Kensington dawn: more shadows fall on the lawn.
Outside Jane's windowpane, her husband starts the growl of his car.
Now, East: the Bow Bells' sound, and Phelan starts to come 'round.
Beside him, Jenny stares him through, her distance ever more ...

Far flown lonely London birds, who never found the same wire
Far flown broken wings of dreams that barely had to go higher,
to find love.

Jane tries to make through the day. She finds a radio play.
But Oh!, that dialogue! How lacking all sense of Bizarre!
Phelan waits until one, when Jenny goes out alone:
He'll take the tube out of this zone today, go free and go ...

Far flown lonely London birds, who never found the same wire
Far flown broken wings of dreams that barely had to go higher,
to find love.

Bridge: Find love? How to find love, chasing at buses and trains?
Find love? Out of a city of dead eyes and hollow remains?

Jane takes a call from her son, then takes some air on the lawn.
The shadows circle like crows, each one a black omen star.
She knows that man on the road, heading near, shoulders broad:
He only passes by, head down, a fading memory of ...

Far flown lonely London birds, who never found the same wire
Far flown broken wings of dreams that barely had to go higher,
to find love.


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There we go. Well spotted!

olderman

excellent!

cheers!

FinsburyParkCarrots

I did write it down in hand, on A4 paper tonight, but I was only just typing it up now, and missed it out.

You've a great musical ear, olderman!

kdpjam

hear hear !

FinsburyParkCarrots

I've been up all fookin' night. Night!

FinsburyParkCarrots

Okay, it's up on the demos page (second link in my sig).

kdpjam

i know. its awesome

justam

I like this one.