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CPP 15 Games We Had To Play
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A sort of cross between a Ralph McTell folk song and a Small Faces Cockney ditty...
upbeat folk fingerpicked jokey cockney chatup
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Singer-songwriter, arranger and producer: acoustic contemporary folk but ranging into rock/blues/country/jazz/humour...all very eclectic, I'm afraid!
Martin Stirrup Singer/songwriter An old folkie who got back into it... These days I sing and play guitar(s) and other stringed instruments, then score and orchestrate where appropriate. My taste becomes increasingly eclectic ranging from finger-picked folk through country to soft rock mixed in with a few more alternative and eccentric numbers, including the odd novelty foxtrot...
Song Info
Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic General
Charts
Peak #18
Peak in subgenre #2
Author
Martin Stirrup
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Martin Stirrup
Uploaded
August 15, 2024
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MP3 6.5 MB • 320 kbps • 2:50
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WAV 28.6 MB
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BPM
110
Beat
4/4
Key
D maj
Character
Energy
relaxed, cool
high-energy
Danceable
coffee-place
dancefloor
Positivity
dark, sad, angry
happy
Appeal
unique
radio-friendly
Story behind the song
Meeting the opposite sex before Tinder...
Lyrics
Games We Had To Play D CG A on repeat! On the corner cheering with some friends who started leering at lady now appearing heading up the quartermile Chat was inconsequential so I got experimental asked her if she was a dental nurse with such a lovey smile I moved on to Lamenting all the spaces we're frequenting - some ideas I was presenting of the places we could start I said or would you rather... but she was getting in a lather cos she'd argued with her father cos he said she looked a tart GAF#mG GAF#mG A What a way to start the evening All the games we had to play All the conniving and deceiving Surely there must be a better way Though rash to advertise I thought her father was a skiver in a fight a pulveriser best to keep out of his way Try to find a way of reaching without pleading or beseeching think of tricks I could be teaching her , ways to spend the day Eventually she bought in so at last we've started courting though not quite the way I'd thought in my younger careless days Not quite as action packed with expectations quite exacting , now I'm starting to feel trapped in a tarnished gilded cage
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