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Been away for a few weeks but now back with a new song. Yordbear created the music using a “mandolin” setting on his keyboard. I chopped it about a bit and arranged it into a song. With that as the basis I then came up with the lyrics. Re posted this after very pertinent comment from Jiguma on firsties. Hope this mix is better.
I guess the simple premises of the song is a story about a guy who watches a woman from his beach front house and tries to woo her by the cunning use of his instrument!
Steve and I have always referred to his mandolin and mandola as “Mandy” and I had the idea of cartoon musical notes flying out from the strings, drifting down to the beach and landing on the woman. A sort of “Who framed Roger Rabbit” mix of reality and cartoon. Hope you like it.
I guess the simple premises of the song is a story about a guy who watches a woman from his beach front house and tries to woo her by the cunning use of his instrument!
Steve and I have always referred to his mandolin and mandola as “Mandy” and I had the idea of cartoon musical notes flying out from the strings, drifting down to the beach and landing on the woman. A sort of “Who framed Roger Rabbit” mix of reality and cartoon. Hope you like it.
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Lyrics
I see you from the window
At the top of my house
I’ve got to find a way
To draw you to me
You sit down by the shoreline
I see you every day
What can I do
To make you look my way
Then my fingers dance on eight strings
They make my “Mandy” sing
She throws a hundred notes
Across the floor
My notes they scatter and rattle
Like ancient ivory dice
Escaping through a window
Or a door
Mandy throws one hundred
Or More
Mandy throws them to you
Where you sit by the shore
They tumble along the roadway
Some catch a passing bus
Some of them just float off
In the air
Some scuttle down the alley
To the shoreline
And settle in the tresses
Of your hair
Notes. Get trapped in your clothing
Notes. Get stuck your shoes
Notes. Floating in the rock pools at your feet
Notes. Half buried in the sand
So notice please the notes
My Mandy sends to you
Collect them up and
Bring them back to me
© Mark Spruce 2010
At the top of my house
I’ve got to find a way
To draw you to me
You sit down by the shoreline
I see you every day
What can I do
To make you look my way
Then my fingers dance on eight strings
They make my “Mandy” sing
She throws a hundred notes
Across the floor
My notes they scatter and rattle
Like ancient ivory dice
Escaping through a window
Or a door
Mandy throws one hundred
Or More
Mandy throws them to you
Where you sit by the shore
They tumble along the roadway
Some catch a passing bus
Some of them just float off
In the air
Some scuttle down the alley
To the shoreline
And settle in the tresses
Of your hair
Notes. Get trapped in your clothing
Notes. Get stuck your shoes
Notes. Floating in the rock pools at your feet
Notes. Half buried in the sand
So notice please the notes
My Mandy sends to you
Collect them up and
Bring them back to me
© Mark Spruce 2010
jdholliday
yeah boooooooy! Wow dude (dudes) you're on a roll, another stellar post right out of the gate I love this! It's like you're inventing new styles (combinations) of styles on these 2 last posts,, well done! Unfortunately that's my ex-wife's name, lol! Great post!