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Another cheerful set of lyrics from Mr Marris.
This the property developer's song from the Suite for Queen Caroline. Another fairly short song.
Bass by Richard
I played acoustic 6 and 12 string and other stuff.
In case you think this is all rather far fetched, the song is based on a true story - http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/london/8231124.stm
Then She Bleeded © 2012 Marris/Langford
First he offered, then he pleaded
Next he threatened, then she bleeded
Shows how things get out of hand
When you get between the money and the land
Tied up, choked, thrown in a pit
Because she had got in the way
He owed some money but he'd spent it
He decided she should pay.
Poured on acid, piled on rubble
Cleaned the blood from off her walls
But he told his whore about the trouble
She testified, he took the fall
Stylish city centre dwelling
You couldn't say the poster lied
It wouldn't have helped them with the selling
To talk about the one who died
They do not make land anymore
You've got to make it pay
It's too precious to waste on the poor
There is no place like home they say
This the property developer's song from the Suite for Queen Caroline. Another fairly short song.
Bass by Richard
I played acoustic 6 and 12 string and other stuff.
In case you think this is all rather far fetched, the song is based on a true story - http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/london/8231124.stm
Then She Bleeded © 2012 Marris/Langford
First he offered, then he pleaded
Next he threatened, then she bleeded
Shows how things get out of hand
When you get between the money and the land
Tied up, choked, thrown in a pit
Because she had got in the way
He owed some money but he'd spent it
He decided she should pay.
Poured on acid, piled on rubble
Cleaned the blood from off her walls
But he told his whore about the trouble
She testified, he took the fall
Stylish city centre dwelling
You couldn't say the poster lied
It wouldn't have helped them with the selling
To talk about the one who died
They do not make land anymore
You've got to make it pay
It's too precious to waste on the poor
There is no place like home they say
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abzwork
Guitars massive, soft, delightfully crisp and wall 2 wall...lyrics are incredible but the accent they're sung with is over the top...you gentz have landed right in the center of Big Smile City, I'm ear 2 ear...:):):)peace