David Heavenor: Music
CANDIDE
(David Heavenor)
(Heavenor PRS/MCPS)
Albums: Another Eden & Hidden track on Winter's Children
I used to stay in a tenement flat in Marchmont in Edinburgh and our back window faced out over a large common garden space. The rear windows of all the opposite flats lined up in rows and at night played out different life scenarios like banks of huge TV screens. ( I always think of Hitchcock's film Rear Window with Grace Kelly and James Stewart.) The song is very loosely based on an incident I saw in the street, a terrible scene from a tragic life.
Recorded on a 4 track cassette machine with Simon Jaquet on wah wah guitar and drum programme. This was a demo for the Night Visitors album Private but never made it for some reason. Written in Kinfauns Perthshire. The section with 'the church on the corner' was inspired by the scenes conjured in a Ricky Ross song on his first solo album: So Long Ago (1984). A Week in Politics is a Long Time (Undiscovered Kingdom).
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CANDIDE
The lamplight cut the young girl's face
White of dove and black of ace
The starlight hit her window pane
Cascaded on the streets again
The wind brushed the dust between the folds of lace
A record was sticking like an anxious face
Her doorway was cracked and bare
No colour anywhere
The stairwell was black and gold
Twisting like a sinner's soul
And the church on the corner cast an awful shape
The priest lit a candle, made a quick escape
No matter what they say
I'll throw my arms around you one day
Candide, Candide
Not like the boys in town
They only want to mess around
Candide, Candide
For they won't let you dance away
Dance away your tears
They won't let you wash away
The stained and frozen years
They won't let you dance away,dance away your tears
Two shadows jumped from a car
Pinned the girl against the wall
The papers said a down-town fight
Mixed blood within the black blaze night
And the face at the window no longer turned and went
To the young baby crying in the stale tenement