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Lavender Blue

You were just 18 looking gorgeous and serene
On a photo, took in '29
With your hair in a bob like it could've been done today
Wish I could reach back in time

A couple of days ago I was talking to your son
I mean my father - I said "Was she like me?"
He said "Dunno about that, but you'd only have to say 'shit' and she'd laugh!"
Makes you seem so real
Makes us further apart

Such a melancholy smile (like lavender blue)
Such a melancholy smile (like lavender blue)
Such a melancholy smile (like lavender blue)

I looked in your eyes and thought "she died when I was five"
It's such a short life, so don't waste the days
Swimming in the rat-race
Fuck it, you've got to feel alive
Maybe we'll walk in the stars

Such a melancholy smile (like lavender blue)
Such a melancholy smile (like lavender blue)
Such a melancholy smile (like lavender blue)

Maybe we'll walk in the stars...

Such a melancholy smile
Such a melancholy smile
Such a melancholy smile
Such a melancholy smile
Such a melancholy smile...


Written By:
D. Popplewell
 
Found On:
Lavender Blue
 
Quotes:
Danny: This is a very personal song I wrote last year, just after getting back from visiting my dad in Bradford. He gave me a photo of my grandma taken when she was 18. She died when I was 5, and it was the first time I'd ever seen her not as an old woman. My last memory of her was me squirming away when she tried to kiss me, thinking she was a wrinkled old warted reptile, enduring the kiss for the 10p that would surely come. And yet here she was on the picture looking young and beautiful, and it triggered off a realisation of the shortness of life and the passage of time. And so I wrote this song for her, with this picture sitting on the piano while I wrote. I don't believe in God or an afterlife, but I still wanted to say to her "when I die, maybe we'll walk in the stars...". In a sinister incestuous time-loop kind of way, I think I fancied her a bit while I was working on the song. Yes, I know... One night at the studio, I talked to my dad about the song on the phone and I asked him if she was like me. He said 'I dunno about that, but you'd only have to say "shit" and she'd laugh, heh heh heh...'. I got him to repeat it into my dictaphone, and that's him guffawing like the Ilford cockney he is, on the first verse. Also of note is a string section played beautifully by Andrew Carpenter, who has played on quite a few Ooberman songs now. It was right in the middle of when I was listening to Khachaturian all the time, and the string bit is completely in that slightly arabian key colour he used to use (diminished chords, slides, incidental notes and minor 6ths). Also of note, a few trumpet notes also courtesy of Mr. Carpenter. The strumming acoustic at the end was played in an experimental way, where I closed my eyes and really tried to radiate pure love. I don't know if it works for you, but I still hear it. If the track sounds loose around the edges (wobbly singing and stuff), in fact I got halfway through it and abandoned it to work on other songs, and never quite got back to it. Finally a few weeks ago we thought it would make a nice little bonus track for Christmas, and I patched it back together quickly. Hope you like it.


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