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The Violet Hour

by Would-Be-Goods

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1.
The love parade? You’ve missed it, I’m afraid It left an hour ago A shame you were too slow The crowds have gone No sign of them remains But litter in the street The echo of their feet Too late - for the love parade Love always passed you by But there’s no need to cry Too late - for the love parade Let others have their fun You’re not the only one Who’s missed the love parade You would have seen The girls with cheeks aglow And Venus on her shell And Cupid with his bow There would have been Young sailors with tattoos And tarts with high-heeled shoes And poets with the blues Too late - for the love parade You never had a chance You weren’t invited to the dance Too late - for the love parade Don’t look so dismayed You’re not the only one Who’s missed the love parade Let’s not forget The ancient men and crones The Darbys and the Joans Who came to shake their bones They’re not like you You’ll always be alone The evenings on your own The silent telephone Too late - for the love parade Love always passed you by But there’s no need to sit and cry Too late - for the love parade Let others have their fun You’re not the only one Who’s missed the love parade
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Caterwauls from rooftops Foxes in the street Rummage in the rubbish bins For rotten things to eat Let’s leave them in the suburbs And travel into town Where more exotic species Have their hunting ground Parrots preen their feathers Pretty panthers prowl Monkeys hang and chatter Green-eyed leopards growl The night life has teeth The night life has claws The night life is wild And has its own laws The night life is hard The night life is cold No place for the young No room for the old Herons hunched in smoky bars Silent white-faced owls Hear hyenas cackle And howler monkeys howl Wolves in search of lonely hearts Crocodiles lie low Until they spot a stray gazelle And then it’s time to go The night life is cruel The night life don’t care It says you were warned It’s buyer beware The night life desires The night life has needs It’s hungry for flesh The night life must feed
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Born Bad 02:09
Born bad Isn’t it sad No hope for her With the start she had Her fate Didn’t run straight Tried to change It was too late All she wants is ordinary happiness And all she gets is drama Look at all the tragedy In the family It must be karma Born bad Isn’t it sad Wants to be better And it’s driving her mad All wrong Her whole life long Born bad Same old song
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Wild West 02:49
Stucco cracked and peeling Now it’s new and clean and smooth and white What is it concealing? What strange crimes are going on out of sight? Read the morning headlines Banker’s wife has disappeared Caught him on the camera Haven’t found her but it’s feared… There’s the old Electric That’s where Christie used to change the reels Up the road near Golborne’s Where he went to buy his mash and eels You can feel the darkness Where history has been Filthy like an old cloth That no washing can get clean Times have changed And places rearranged But it will always be the Wild West Near that two-star restaurant That’s where Oswald Mosley preached his hate Standing on the same spot That Kelso Cochrane met his fate Luxury apartments Next to councils boarded up Exiled to the seaside Gentrifying never stops. Times have changed And places rearranged But it will always be the Wild West
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London in the violet hour Sauntering down Rathbone Place Smiling as I pass the White Tower Thinking of a much-loved face She wasn’t much of a beauty And she wasn’t all that bright But when it came to having a party Susie was your girl, all right Whenever she was brassic She’d come up with a classic And tell you she forgot her purse She’d get quite histrionic Demand a gin and tonic You’d tell yourself it could be worse Many times I’ve sat in a corner Of the Colony Room Watching Susie flirting and dancing Bright in the November gloom Knowing that the evening would end in Tears and sometimes in bed Waking on a Saturday morning With Susie and an aching head Sometimes she would tell you she loved you Other times forget your name Often she would cry on your shoulder And tell you men are all the same It’s such a shame about Susie Now she’s given up the booze She may have been a little bit crazy But I’m still singing the blues Still singing the blues

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Third EP of songs from my song-a-day lockdown project.

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released March 27, 2021

Written and performed by Jessica Griffin. Photo by Gail O'Hara.

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Would-Be-Goods London, UK

Would-be-goods are usually a four-piece band but this is a solo project which I began in October 2020, trying to trick myself into being more productive by treating songwriting as a game or challenge. Peter, my partner, acted as my daily title generator. I then had 24 hours to write and record the song. ... more

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