Our little town. Travis & Vic - 03/11/19 11:14 AM
Mostly Travis' nostalgic lyric about growing up in a small town in Britain. Adjusted and put to music by me.
Aimed mainly at the Brit market. Too fast? Too slow?
Listen on https://soundcloud.com/vic-arnold/our-little-town
OUR LITTLE TOWN
V
Gaslights flickered, dancing to the call of the wind
frost in the air, roof tops and cobblestones white.
Attaching to the eyebrows and whiskers on old men's chins
Collars lifted up against another cold winters night
V
Why do I miss that weather like my favourite dog
Ice patterns on my window glowing if the sun ever shone
And why nostalgic tears about that pea soup winter smog?
Maybe memories of folk and places in a time long gone
Pre ch.
Our little town was a fine town
Take me back to our town
C
Our little town. Terraced houses.
Just two up and another two down
Rented TV in black and white
and laughter from the school play ground
V
Smoky coal fires burning from the black iron kitchen ranges
Dads fast asleep Evening News slides from his lap
Falling to the lino scattering the racing pages
While mum sits knitting, water dripping from the cold sink tap.
B
Factory hooters drone,
queuing for the phone,
rag 'n bone for your old clothes.
Get balloons or donkey stones.
C
Aimed mainly at the Brit market. Too fast? Too slow?
Listen on https:/
OUR LITTLE TOWN
V
Gaslights flickered, dancing to the call of the wind
frost in the air, roof tops and cobblestones white.
Attaching to the eyebrows and whiskers on old men's chins
Collars lifted up against another cold winters night
V
Why do I miss that weather like my favourite dog
Ice patterns on my window glowing if the sun ever shone
And why nostalgic tears about that pea soup winter smog?
Maybe memories of folk and places in a time long gone
Pre ch.
Our little town was a fine town
Take me back to our town
C
Our little town. Terraced houses.
Just two up and another two down
Rented TV in black and white
and laughter from the school play ground
V
Smoky coal fires burning from the black iron kitchen ranges
Dads fast asleep Evening News slides from his lap
Falling to the lino scattering the racing pages
While mum sits knitting, water dripping from the cold sink tap.
B
Factory hooters drone,
queuing for the phone,
rag 'n bone for your old clothes.
Get balloons or donkey stones.
C