sad b*stard whines about the song that got away - or is it the woman???
sean o'neill
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Lament for a Lost Song
Last night I made a love song
The sweetest I ever heard
Just played it straight off the guitar
And sang just like a bird
Big Bob was there when I plated it
With tears of joy in my eyes
Put his head down and wept on the table
And you know Big Bob never cries
It was kind of a love-gone-wrong song
That turned out fine in the end
But the batteries were dead in the recorder
That I’d borrowed from a friend
And I wouldda wrote down that love song
Apart from a minor third
Not a single note out of place
And not a superfluous word
but I couldn’t find a pencil
and I couldn’t find a pen
and you took your lipstick with you
and it won’t come ‘round again
it was tender poignant and moving
Bob said it was hope for mankind
I played it nine or ten times over
Bob said that he didn’t mind
And the haunting melody lingered
Like nothing I’d heard before
While my left hand dexterously fingered
Like it already knew the score
And just before sleep overcame us, I said goodnight to Big B.
Who said ‘make sure that I get me a copy – on vinyl, tape or CD’
Old Bob said it’d drive women crazy
And make me incredibly rich
But when I woke from a satisfied slumber
I’d forgotten the son of a bitch
‘cos I couldn’t find a pencil
and I couldn’t find a pen
and you took your lipstick with you
and it won’t come ‘round again
if I live to be a hundred
or even a hundred and two
I’ll track down that song in my subconscious
Cos it’ll keep my mind off you
Since you’re gone I’m doing lots of writing
It’s like a kind of a therapy for me
It don’t make my days any shorter
But I got tired of watching TV
Now I always keep pencil
and I always keep a pen
‘cos you took your lipstick with you
and it has to come ‘round again
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