A song for a girl who dumped me. Twice. I'm OK now, thanks for asking. Sometimes you write the right thing for the wrong person. There is a middle verse which I like a lot, but it was unceremoniously chopped in order to get the song down to (very nearly) three minutes. The influences (Tom Petty and v. early ELO cellos) would be much more obvious on a non-solo version, with guitar played by someone other than Ol'' Fumble Fingers me.
Laneshaw Bridge, Colne, United Kingdom
Ex-cycle courier, ex-social worker, ex-estate agent, ex-baptist deacon; the list goes on and on, and would certainly use more than my permitted 100 words. I have spent a lifetime in a vainglorious and futile attempt to ensure the dustjacket of my biography would be as intriguing as possible. The one constant has been singing and writing. This might not be my best song, but it is dear to my heart and I would truly love to have a chance to have it recorded properly. Ex-electronic technician, ex-chef, ............