A little bit o this and a little bit o that! Guest featuring Dave Deitch.
Eh, we're cool.
We're a bit eclectic. And the only other thing you need to know is that everything you hear is first take! What we played the first time is what you hear.
Story behind the song
Prince was our main motivation with this song. But we wanted to do a little suspended riff while scating over the top.
Lyrics
When I was seventeen, it was a very good year
It was a very good year for small town girls
And soft summer nights
We'd hide from the lights
On the village green
When I was seventeen
When I was twenty-one, it was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls
Who lived up the stairs
With perfumed hair
That came undone
When I was twenty-one
When I was thirty-five, it was a very good year
It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls
Of independent means
We'd ride in limousines
Their chauffeurs would drive
When I was thirty-five
But now the days are short, I'm in the autumn of my years
And I think of my life as vintage wine
From fine old kegs From the brim to the dregs
It poured sweet and clear It was a very good year
Hold me in your arms, dear, dream with me
Cradled by your kisses, tenderly
While a choir of angels from above
Sings our melody of love
Heart to heart forever, lips entwined
I am yours and you are mine, all mine
Heaven wrote the music up above
For our melody of love
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