Jangly pop with a dark twist. A tale of destructive obsession.
indie
beatles
guitars
pixies
wildhearts
clash
cardiacs
Story behind the song
If you're wondering, it's a bouzouki. I made the mistake of saying I liked the sound when we were in Greece one year, so Christmas day guess what? It does have an amazing range of sounds, but it's been languishing in a corner waiting for a vehicle. I didn't need any effects on it - just a stereo mic pair straight in - not even reverb. It's just how it sounds.
This track also features a truly horrible organ tone, of which I'm particularly proud.
Lyrics
She was a girl who
Wrapped around her finger
Everybody she knew
And everyone who met her.
She was all things bright
And beautiful,
Beautiful so beautiful
And though she couldn't quite
Remember me
I could not forget her.
Never understood before
The power of charisma.
All she did was take the floor
And I became her prisoner.
Then she spoke to me
And I was lost,
I was lost, I was lost
Then she spoke to me.
And I was lost,
I was lost forever.
How could I believe
That we could breathe the same air?
Why couldn't I see why they were laughing?
But now the world where I belong
Has turned its back on me there.
Both doors are closed
And I'm left stranded here with nothing.
Nothing.
When I received her note, I
Knew just what the news meant,
I had been a toy, oh
Kept for her amusement.
Shackled ever since
She spoke to me
Spoke to me, she spoke to me.
Ever since that glimpse
Of her forbidden world
I could never enter.