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Thought it was time to lighten up a bit!! So here's a song about romantic obsession.
This song has been hanging around for a few months without verses – just the chorus. We have a poster of Rouen, circa 1972, in the bathroom – it’s looked at quite often – and in that poster is a young, long haired young man in what look like velvet pants (flares of course!), sitting with a coffee, unaware of the looks he’s getting from people walking past. I’m not sure what his story is, but, after visiting Rouen (where Jeanne d’Arc was burnt at the stake) and Domremy (her birthplace), these lyrics came to life. The chorus was originally for my wife, but the nature of the song and romantic lyrics didn’t really gel. Last year, in Domremy, we came across a very bizarre sight in “Joan’s church” – a couple dressed in mediaeval clothing (apparently part of a Jean d’Arc “fan-club”!) – this resulted in the third verse.
Guitars, bass and keys with drum/percussion loops.
The song is fairly “up” – please play it loud for the full “wall of sound” effect!
This song has been hanging around for a few months without verses – just the chorus. We have a poster of Rouen, circa 1972, in the bathroom – it’s looked at quite often – and in that poster is a young, long haired young man in what look like velvet pants (flares of course!), sitting with a coffee, unaware of the looks he’s getting from people walking past. I’m not sure what his story is, but, after visiting Rouen (where Jeanne d’Arc was burnt at the stake) and Domremy (her birthplace), these lyrics came to life. The chorus was originally for my wife, but the nature of the song and romantic lyrics didn’t really gel. Last year, in Domremy, we came across a very bizarre sight in “Joan’s church” – a couple dressed in mediaeval clothing (apparently part of a Jean d’Arc “fan-club”!) – this resulted in the third verse.
Guitars, bass and keys with drum/percussion loops.
The song is fairly “up” – please play it loud for the full “wall of sound” effect!
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Lyrics
Something About Her
© 2005 Neil Porter
He was sitting drinking coffee
In a café on a corner
On the ancient footpath leading to the square
He was listening to Dylan
Singing “Visions of Johanna”
Stirring pictures of a mediaeval fair
Sometimes, he would lie awake at night
He had loved her at first sight
He’d been thinking
“One day I would love to make her mine”
Thought about her all the time
He’d been drinking
Chorus :
There was something about her eyes
There was something about her smile
He pictured her with long brown hair
He’d loved her from afar
He’d loved her for a while
He couldn’t believe that she might care
He drove across the country
To her birthplace in Domremy
Turned left into the parking ‘cross the stream
He followed signs that pointed
To the “Visages de Johanne”
A modern exposition on the theme
This day he’d been wakeful through the night
He’d arrived there at first light
Why I don’t know
Something he’d been planning for a while
Just to catch a little smile
I don’t think so
Chorus :
He was thinking about her eyes
He was thinking about her smile
He was thinking about her long brown hair
He’d loved her from afar
He’d loved her for a while
He couldn’t believe that he was there
INSTRUMENTAL - bridge and chorus
At the church he saw her clearly
A realistic apparition
Till she turned and faced him squarely in the aisle
She was dressed in mediaeval
Flowing robes in imitation
On a pilgrimage to visit Maiden Joan
Sometimes, he would lie awake at night
He had loved her at first sight
He’d been thinking
“One day I would love to make her mine”
Thought about her all the time
Too much drinking
Chorus :
There was something about her eyes
There was something about her smile
There was something about her long brown hair
He’d loved her from afar
He’d loved her for a while
He couldn’t believe that she was there
There was something about her eyes
There was something about her smile
There was something about her long brown hair
He’d loved her from afar
He’d loved her for a while
He couldn’t believe that she was there
© 2005 Neil Porter
He was sitting drinking coffee
In a café on a corner
On the ancient footpath leading to the square
He was listening to Dylan
Singing “Visions of Johanna”
Stirring pictures of a mediaeval fair
Sometimes, he would lie awake at night
He had loved her at first sight
He’d been thinking
“One day I would love to make her mine”
Thought about her all the time
He’d been drinking
Chorus :
There was something about her eyes
There was something about her smile
He pictured her with long brown hair
He’d loved her from afar
He’d loved her for a while
He couldn’t believe that she might care
He drove across the country
To her birthplace in Domremy
Turned left into the parking ‘cross the stream
He followed signs that pointed
To the “Visages de Johanne”
A modern exposition on the theme
This day he’d been wakeful through the night
He’d arrived there at first light
Why I don’t know
Something he’d been planning for a while
Just to catch a little smile
I don’t think so
Chorus :
He was thinking about her eyes
He was thinking about her smile
He was thinking about her long brown hair
He’d loved her from afar
He’d loved her for a while
He couldn’t believe that he was there
INSTRUMENTAL - bridge and chorus
At the church he saw her clearly
A realistic apparition
Till she turned and faced him squarely in the aisle
She was dressed in mediaeval
Flowing robes in imitation
On a pilgrimage to visit Maiden Joan
Sometimes, he would lie awake at night
He had loved her at first sight
He’d been thinking
“One day I would love to make her mine”
Thought about her all the time
Too much drinking
Chorus :
There was something about her eyes
There was something about her smile
There was something about her long brown hair
He’d loved her from afar
He’d loved her for a while
He couldn’t believe that she was there
There was something about her eyes
There was something about her smile
There was something about her long brown hair
He’d loved her from afar
He’d loved her for a while
He couldn’t believe that she was there
Macaudion
That's what you are, sir - you're doing it all... Neil I recall that you left a
statement in one of your comments on a song of mine; you said, 'Wish
I could translate ideas to musical entity like that', I just copied and
pasted your words, as it seems that your wish has always been true.
Maybe you just needed to see it in black and white...
Neil, you have just taken an idea, a poster in a bathroom mind you,
and you have taken your's and many others' life experience and
translated them into a musical entity! A mighty fine translation I'd have
to say. BRAVO!
With your music, there's always a great depth of textural elements, that
create a vividly colored picture, of which they have always been quite
tangible in my mind. The pictures, they are sometimes brilliant with the
colors of life, and sometimes they are as 'brilliant' as the darkeness of
night, but they always reflect a trueness of life - They will always live
beyond the limits of time...
Thanks Neil, for sharing yet another, timlesss work of art...
Dion