With the voices of B Murray and S Johansson taken from the film "Lost in Translation" (S Coppola)

The violin phrase has been "borrowed" (not sampled) from Tchaikovsky's totally brilliant Violin Concerto N° 5, and has been churning around in my mind for at least 40 years now ... Thanks dad :-)

Lyrics :

Oh my girl 
Oh my "Madame", my girl
Where are you now ?

(flashback) :

Her : Does it get easier ?
Him : No ... Yes, it gets easier
Her : Oh yeah ? Look at you !
Him : Thanks ...
Him : The more you know who you are and what you want, the less you let things upset you
Her : Yeah ...

(Fast-forward to a tragic ending)

F... You (splat)

(3rd person account) :

Dear me ...
Oh well, let's start at the beginning shall we ?
How to become a tramp ...

So Johnny was a banker
He always knew what to say, what to do, 
Where to be at the right time
Four men in one basically
His boss thought the world of him

So as business was thriving
They got him a new personal secretary
Her name; Caroline
Things started to change after that ...

Caroline, 
Knocked me off the ground
Turned my life around
Should've known better 
Than to leave this world behind

Well, they certainly raised a few eyebrows 
And dropped a few jaws
Pretty much like Caroline's skirt and drawers 
Huh ! For someone who was paid to think out of the box
His targets had somewhat drifted 
And his focus shifted
From work to play, night and day
Clubbing, partying, drinking
Oooh, he was a mess !
Not to mention the flowers, the jewelry and God knows what else.
Stealing from the petty cash !
Until the whole thing just backfired and took its toll on Johnny's career

Hit him like a train ...

Caroline, 
Knocked me off the ground
Turned my life around
Never felt better 
Are the words he left behind
Never felt better 
Are the words he left behind

I dream a lot of you and that's OK
I dream a lot of you and that's OK
'Cos here you come
Here you come

I'm waiting for the train
I'm going away
I'm waiting for the train
So go away
Here I come
Here it comes ...

To Become A Tramp

Lil Joe

Do you remember when they called you the kid,
it must have been something you did,
It’s coming back to me in sequences and imagery of cold weather
Don’t hide your face,
don’t cloud your mind,
we were in the right place at the wrong time, but at least, together
It’s a little amusing,
the way that we just kind of hung around

I’m bowing out
Dust tends to collect on the mess that you left,
it must have been something you kept,
because now I don’t believe in epiphanies or true lovers,
and it’s a real good read,
yeah its masterpiece,
a little comedy, a little tragedy
but the spine is torn out and there’s no cover
and I’ll admit that it is charming,
but in the end it tends to let you down

I’m bowing out

Bowing Out

Howl, tell it to the moonlight let them know you’re alright, then try to get some sleep
Scream, do it until your throat bleeds
try to put some meaning in the secrets you can’t keep
Give it time
no the world ain’t going to end
pay no mind, to the cold indifference, it’s not going to make sense
but for now, just howl
Breath, give into the feeling
until your heart is leaking, from the corner of your eyes
laugh, even if it’s hurting, even if its burning as struggle beneath these tides
Give it time, no the world ain’t going to end pay no mind, to the cold indifference
so for now, just howl

Howl (feat. Francis Quinlan)

Sing me a song, something simple and upbeat,
To get me out of the house and drag me to my feet,
You once said that life was love and I won’t say you’re wrong, I will be your instrument if you will be my song.
Tell me a tale, one of romance and allure, I don’t really care if I heard it before, And in the final moments, just before the end,
We’ll skip on back to the paragraph that starts the tale again.
So please, Maeby, how’d you like to stay and just enjoy the afternoon, Tomorrow’s rain, but for now the sky is blue and every time I think of you, Life don’t seem so rough, perhaps this isn’t love but maybe it’s enough.
Place me a bet, my luck is running high,
ain’t no regret and if we lose at least we tried,
If when the night is over and our pocket’s full of holes, we’ll take the scenic route home to bypass all the tolls.
So please, Maeby, I ain’t looking for some new sense meaning,
Just an open door, an ear for my complaining and shelter when it’s raining, A drawer for all my stuff, perhaps this isn’t love but maybe it’s enough.

Please, Maeby

Mississippi

I woke up, on the banks of the Mississippi, memories, lost again
And it’s enough, to know that you don’t miss me it’s been awhile since I slept in my own bed
but I can relate,
to the feelings you hide
when you gotta escape
into the depths of your mind
and I could hurt you
if I want to
yeah I could tear a hole inside

10am, and 9 miles to center city
and 8 months, since I heard from you
a little shook up, and my tongue still taste like whiskey it’s going to be a hard time getting through

and I can relate, to the feelings you hide
when you’ve gotta escape into the depths of your mind and I could save you
if you want to
I could take away your pride

Mississippi

A poem by the poet George Melling 'Th'owd Chap', that I have recorded for a charity CD of poems to raise funds for Wigan and Leigh Hospice, just a taster.

Mi Grandad by George Melling

Better

Thanks to Bert Whelan and Ian Hughes for recording and mixing :)

Delicate Raw, no strings

Hole

I recorded this with Jeff Jepson quite a while ago. I played the instruments and sang the voice.

Available to buy at www.tomgeorge.bandcamp.com 

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Tom George is a songwriter based in Liverpool, UK. His music has influences including folk, rock, indie-pop, punk and psychedelia.

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