David Heavenor: Music
BOYS WITH NO LOVE
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This song always reminds me of a time when I lived in a flat in Lonsdale Terrace which overlooks the Meadows, Edinburgh's large expansive park in the Southside. I used to sit up all night warbling to the moon ( writing awful songs) and on more than one occasion my flatmates would come through and tell me to shut up as they couldn't sleep. (The more notable event in that time was a history student whose favourite pastime, along with listening to Wagner, was throwing open windows and shouting at passers by ' Madam, have you seen my elephant....'
Dedicated to the predatory gene in the DNA of the male species. A Delage is a French motor car which had a long racing pedigree and as my French pal Francoise used to say:
LES AMIS DE DELAGE vous présentent la célèbre marque d'automobile française DELAGE (Champion du Monde en 1927):histoire, modèles, évènements, photos et annonces Delage. Les Amis de Delage est le plus ancien club de marque automobile français, depuis 1956.
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BOYS WITH NO LOVE
Now what makes me think that I've been here before
Is it old Dionysus back at my front door?
I'd hoped to be honest, how I'd hoped to be strong
But honey, I couldn't, I couldn't last that long
They say that all dreamers end up in a heap
Stranded in back rooms while the rest of us sleep
Forcing a rhyme into nothing to say
Oh honey, will I, will I ever end up that way?
Dark nights in this city
Black nights in my sleep
Oh honey I pray of the Lord your soul to keep
From cars with no lights
From fiery stars up above
But most of all, most of all, most of all
Boys with no love
He said that he would meet you in a maroon Delage
Recite all his verse for you 'sur la plage'
He came from Gare du Lyon, you came by Gare du Nord
Hanging, hanging on his every word
Caught sight of the waves crashing down on the sand
Caught sight of the lovers walking hand in hand
They flew up and grew up to meet the sun
But they were burned up, they were burned up one by one
Now what makes me think that I've been here before
Is it the crack in the ceiling or the creak in the floor?
They say there's a boy settling down in this room
For a singsong, singsong with the moon
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep