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One of a series of songs about a street in London where I lived. I'm new to Garageband and had trouble mixing this so Dick Langford kindly helped me out. How much I learn and absorb from Dick will be evident when I next post - a new song is currently in the pipeline undergoing a MacFerret mix!
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Lyrics
Spitfire Summer
VERSE 1
I'm feeling kind of safe here
Behind the garden wall.
Dirty knees and dungarees
I've burnt my cap and shed my shorts.
VERSE 2
Grown-ups shake their heads now
He should be an evacuee.
But Garratt Lane has never been
A safer place to be.
CHORUS
And now Winter's here to spoil the Spitfire Summer
It's the Few who sleep while the rest hide underground.
Fire and the sky mix with water and glass in the gutter
A yawning gap in the face of the Lane used to be the Rose and Crown.
VERSE 3
Seize the day! they said at school,
But they never taught us how to let go.
Carpe Diem! Honi soit
Qui mal y pense (and I should know).
VERSE 4
So I seized the moment, shook the tree -
I ain't gonna be no refugee.
It takes more than Hitler and his little games
To drive me and my mates out of Garratt Lane.
CODA
And when the first flying bomb came -
A doodlebug drone that filled the cold night -
Every soul in every home prayed
For the comet to continue its flight.
All but for me: who thrilled to the sound
Of silence, that thrall of silence
As the invader succumbed to Newtonian law
And lit up the night with a terminal roar.
Heaven for a boy who is seven!
VERSE 1
I'm feeling kind of safe here
Behind the garden wall.
Dirty knees and dungarees
I've burnt my cap and shed my shorts.
VERSE 2
Grown-ups shake their heads now
He should be an evacuee.
But Garratt Lane has never been
A safer place to be.
CHORUS
And now Winter's here to spoil the Spitfire Summer
It's the Few who sleep while the rest hide underground.
Fire and the sky mix with water and glass in the gutter
A yawning gap in the face of the Lane used to be the Rose and Crown.
VERSE 3
Seize the day! they said at school,
But they never taught us how to let go.
Carpe Diem! Honi soit
Qui mal y pense (and I should know).
VERSE 4
So I seized the moment, shook the tree -
I ain't gonna be no refugee.
It takes more than Hitler and his little games
To drive me and my mates out of Garratt Lane.
CODA
And when the first flying bomb came -
A doodlebug drone that filled the cold night -
Every soul in every home prayed
For the comet to continue its flight.
All but for me: who thrilled to the sound
Of silence, that thrall of silence
As the invader succumbed to Newtonian law
And lit up the night with a terminal roar.
Heaven for a boy who is seven!
Rebsie
I stand by all the nice things I said about this on its previous posting!