Well, this one says a lot, as far as I’m concerned. It’s fantastic-a waltz and a protest song-two archaic forms for the price of one. I did the solo on a little plug in Harmonium that belongs to my friend Owen Keenan. It’s a tiny thing-it fit on my lap- with a little whirring fan to pump the bellows, a tiny keyboard, and some wonky little punch-keys for the chords. It’s the kind of thing you would have bought at Woolworth’s in 1960. The punch keys were all hideously out of tune, so I just stuck to the keyboard, and in spite of the fact that I’m really not much of a keyboard player, it’s actually quite a cool little part, and the sound fits the mood of the song perfectly. It really is a protest song-think about it and hopefully you’ll see what I mean.
Written By Neil Traynor
Produced & Engineered By Neil Traynor
Neil Traynor: Lead & Backing Vocals, Electric & Acoustic 12-String Guitars, Harmonium, Bass, Drums, Percussion
Copyright Neil Traynor/SOCAN 2003
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fiogf49gjkf0d Closing up shop on a Sunday night,
Finding my face on the floorboards,
Saw the clowns fall in love with Monday's wife
They know what she's good for
So I made up my mind, to get away this time
And not be a clock on the wall
Faces cheer as they drink down their beer
But that's not, love at all
Lonely people, outcast and abused
where has love gone?
Push and shove, get your face on the news
And you keep on, doing
What you're doing
But that's not love at all
So I made up my mind, to get away this time
And not be a clock on the wall
Faces cheer as they drink down thier beer
But that's not...
Love,
At all
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