Thought for the day :"I hold my wife’s hand in the shops – it looks romantic but it’s economics - it stops her shopping"
Got into the studio at last yesterday...
Work in Progress.. Frivolita ...
Frivolita
From Angleterra to far Mitraspera
I traveled the towns and the Taverns and bars
Night time would find me in some old Cantina
Singing for copper and playing guitar…
Oft times I’d sing of the loves I have lost here
Oft times I’d sing of the ones I hold dear
Sometimes I’d sit close with some new young sweetheart
Most times I’d just drown my sorrows in beer
But then one night a gambler came in
Sat at a table to play - ay - ee - aye
Out from his duffle he took cards to shuffle
After I saw them I could not look away…
Each of the cards seemed to tell their own story
Each of the cards seemed they’d something to say
Gently I reached out my hand just to touch one
Snarling the gambler just snatched them away….
My pockets were empty no copper to gamble
Sadly I left the room, leaving the game
Out in the warm air of old Mitrasperra
I knew that my life would ne’er be the same
Out in the Tross I stumbled and fell
My head full of Cards and the Ga - aye - ame
To my surprise, Perfume and dark eyes
Out of the darkness there whispered a name
Sh!!!!!! Frivolita!!!!!
What was that name and why did it matter?
Who was the shadow and what did she mean ?
I stumbled into a Tent full of leather
Still mumbling blindly as though in a dream…
Out from the Backroom there came an old Trader
Studied me closely - he stared at me hard
But as I whispered that name that still haunts me
He gave me a package the size of a card….
With trembling hands I peered at the seal
Red as the blood in my heart -
With fear and with hope - a small envelope
And in my hands - just two of her cards..
Sh!!!!!! Frivolita!!!!!
Out in the darkness I clutched my new treasure
Searching for traders who knew of this game
Rumours abounded the Stadtmacht all hounded
The maker of Cards - and I knew her name
Sh!!!!!! Frivolita!!!!!
I thought if I found her, I thought if I meet her
I thought I could somehow discover the rest,
I thought I could greet her this card Senorita
I clutched the two cards I had to my chest
Sh!!!!!! Frivolita!!!!!
And so for days, without luck I sought her
Bribing and dealing and singing my songs
But sadly ‘twas clear that those items so dear
Could no longer be found - the cards had all gone !!!
But as I played in Bad Norderby
A hand on my leg and a card -
She pressed my thigh - a whispered sigh
“You must write a song for her, Bard”
Sh!!!!!! Frivolita!!!!!
So from Anglaterra - to far Mitrasperra
My journey was hard, my quest it was long
Though I’ll never meet her - this is for Frivolita
My “Karte Geschichte” - told in a song…
work in progress...
Cheers !
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