Rough demo of the first song I ever wrote when I was about 19. Written after a good friend's daughter was still born at 8.5 months and also in memory of the baby my mother miscarried when I was 5 or 6 years old. Lyrics are a bit cheese in places, I was in desperate need of some vibrato, and timing was way off in parts, but it brings back good memories of that time in my life. Bass and 2nd guitar solo by Paul Martin and vocals by Anthony Hills. Dodgy sound quality is because I only had a dubbed cassette copy!

Little Angel

You know you got a major problem, Georgy gave you fair warning
Started with your head on the pillow, I've no idea how you end up in the morning like that
Well I guess she got a reason, I can see her point of view
Matter of fact, a star for bravery to whoever falls asleep with you
And if anyone's to blame, if you wanna find the fault
You can blame it on me

Hem up the bottom it's way too long, and don't worry about the face
We even got the very same split in the very same place
And I hate to see you cry, of course I'd prefer to hear laughter
There's that little glimmer in your eye, I know I'm gonna give in to you after
Yeah yeah, I heard you, nobody else's fault
Just blame it on me

And like a typical child, when things are good there's nothing better
But when it's not, better beware ya, and here we go again
They say you're temperamental, especially for a boy of mine
But it's all right, nobody loves you like I do

Well in your defence my boy, I say it's out of your hands
Surrounded by so many girls in the same time, it's not so hard to understand
You got it better than me at the same place, I had the personality of a stone
But even if witches surround you everyday, I'm glad you'll never be alone
So whatever, whatever my Simhan
They can blame it on me

Unlike a typical son at least you're not afraid to tell me
Black or white, no such as maybe, and here we go again
Say we got a greasy, look out if we got no sauce
But it's all right, nobody loves you like I do

I wonder how you'd get along with your namesake
Chances are good he'd find physical pain
I can see you charging in the front door from school, elbow to the head and a knee to the ooh
But this is what I see, even he'd agree, it's your boyish charm

I apologise sincerely for what I've passed on to you
Like your endomorphic silhouette and the length from your hips to your shoes
Course there's the style and the glamour, number three with number two around the sides
Your skill with the remote, but it's when you don't smile - that's when I'm filled with pride
So put my hand up, I'm responsible
You can blame it on me

Just like a typical boy, you're gonna be a big man someday
Till then, can you put your things away, ahh here we go again
You know what's quite surprising, I'm pretty sure you won't surprise
But it's all right, nobody loves you like I do

Your aim is so deadly, and how did I end up sleeping next to you
But it's all right, nobody loves you like I do

You gotta listen to your mother, that's right, said I'm talking to you
But it's all right, nobody loves you like I do

And your mother does too...

(Recorded in 2004.)

Simhan

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