martinlivings | Tuesday's Ten Minute Tale

Okay, as promised, here it is, a ten minute song. :) Thanks to

ashamel for "verdigris",

shrydar for "burlesque", and

tillianion for "clouds". I'm a bit embarrassed about this one. *blush*

'My London Lover'
(c) Martin Livings 26-2-2008

Looking out on the roofs of London,
Copper domes lined with verdigris green,
Ancient city, it's got me wonderin',
Where's that lady I thought I'd seen?

Is she down in the alleys of Soho,
Burlesque baby, prostitute queen?
Fleeting glimpse in a place we won't go,
Face forgotten in a place that we've been.

Oh, my London lover,
Hidden by the rain and the years.
For me, there'll be no other,
Memory drowned in desolate tears.

Crazy lady, she chews an apple,
Losing teeth in whatever she eats,
Eyes are dead as she stalks Whitechapel,
Selling flowers she found in the streets.

Oh, my London lover,
Hidden by the rain and the years.
For me, there'll be no other,
Memory drowned in desolate tears.

Do you think the city swallowed her,
Engulfed in drugs and lies,
The clouds, the crowds, they followed her,
And smothered her goodbyes.
But I hope she's out there somewhere,
One of seven million cries,
And one day I'll hold her in my arms,
And look into those many-coloured eyes.

Oh, my London lover,
Hidden by the rain and the years.
For me, there'll be no other,
Memory drowned in desolate tears.

Oh, my London lover,
Cowers from the screams that she hears.
Wife and mistress, whore and mother,
Let me take you far from here,
Please let me take you far from here,
I want to take you far from here,
And save you from your fears.