this is what happens when you leave a redhead in a studio with a loop station, a didgeridoo, and various unlikely percussive materials (bottle of bourbon hit with a wooden spoon, stomped-on-flight-case, kids plastic drumkit, African xylophone etc). and then put the idea in her head that she could try beatboxing too...
Christy D (vocals, acoustic guitar, loop station, bourbon bottle, didj, misc percussion, handclaps etc); Rob Cross (electric guitar, other misc percussion, backing vocals); Dave Armstrong (bass, all other sounds). Produced by Dave Armstrong and recorded on the Isle of Man.
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being an indie film maker, I tend to picture scenarios when I'm writing. oddly, the image in my head for this was of a disgruntled old school cowboy with a half drunk bottle of bourbon in his hand walking the streets in the early hours, but returning to his woman and his house on a council estate in Sheffield England... curiouser and curiouser!
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Leave a light on for me
If you are home before the dawn
Keep the fire a-flickrin'
And get those bedsheets warm
Pull the blind down for me
To let me know that you are home
Unlock the door, pull back the sash
And get those bedsheets warm
I need to know you have no reservations
My future ain't up for consideration
CH:
Need me more than I need you,
You lead me on like I lead you,
Call me crazy I don't care,
We'll lead each other who knows where?
Pour the whisky for me
And leave it standing on the stair
Tie up the dogs, stoke up the coals
And loose your auburn hair
There have been other women that I've lived for
But you're the only one I'd gladly kill for
CH:
Need me more than I need you,
You lead me on like I lead you,
Call me crazy I don't care,
We'll lead each other who knows where?
(leave the light, leave the light, leave the light)
Leave a light on for me,
If you are home before the dawn.
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