Girl From The North
Radioontheshelf
You know what I am going to say. I love you. What other men may mean when they use that expression, I cannot tell; what I mean is, that I am under the influence of some tremendous attraction which I have resisted in vain, and which overmasters me. You could draw me to fire, you could draw me to water, you could draw me to the gallows, you could draw me to any death, you could draw me to anything I have most avoided, you could draw me to any exposure and disgrace. This and the confusion of my thoughts, so that I am fit for nothing, is what I mean by your being the ruin of me.
Our Mutual Friend
Charles Dickens
Took two 8 bar motifs from the piano midi file and joined the band
If you knew that you would one day walk away from me
Oh the One that you respected the one that you loved true
Trying hard to recognise all your reasons to be free
So tell me why you let me fall in love with you
Yes please give an explanation
For the choices you abused
And tell me then why you would let me
Fall in love with you
In the darkest place where even angels qualify their steps
You uttered words so full of ice they froze me to the ground
And people passing wondered why this sad poor beggar wept
I would have told them freely but my lips they formed no sound
When gods sit in their finery and hand their judgements down
Will they blame you for your callousness the hardness of your tongue
Will the girls who would have willingly placed on my head a crown
Wonder why you left so coldly before the last song could be sung
Our Mutual Friend
Charles Dickens
Took two 8 bar motifs from the piano midi file and joined the band
If you knew that you would one day walk away from me
Oh the One that you respected the one that you loved true
Trying hard to recognise all your reasons to be free
So tell me why you let me fall in love with you
Yes please give an explanation
For the choices you abused
And tell me then why you would let me
Fall in love with you
In the darkest place where even angels qualify their steps
You uttered words so full of ice they froze me to the ground
And people passing wondered why this sad poor beggar wept
I would have told them freely but my lips they formed no sound
When gods sit in their finery and hand their judgements down
Will they blame you for your callousness the hardness of your tongue
Will the girls who would have willingly placed on my head a crown
Wonder why you left so coldly before the last song could be sung