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Jonathan Thompson
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The Painter's Lament
I was from the South and she was from the North We met in a laundrette spinning round and round Trying to be grown up's and laughing at this game A premonition you'd would call it, well things would not be the same
To the sound of Marvin Gaye, I remember dancing in May She was wearing an emerald dress, hand sewn that caressed her breast. Moving to the beat, so light on her feet Little did I know, this jewel I would not keep
'Cause I was destined to me great a painter with a cause To tell the nation how it is a poet from these shores A stubborn will a selfish choice is what I thought was needed To sacrifice the one you love for something you believe in
From the month of July in a stony seaside town At night we worked in the Marine Café, then made love during the day To the sound of the ebbing tide and soaring cries of gulls Our life felt so complete and talked of wedding bells Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
The following year in April a child shared our arms The bonniest boy you'd ever seen sleeping so serene But at this point our troubles came quarrels and tempers flew She wanted more from me, like a fool I never knew
The last I heard she married a grey haired city gent With a detached home in Worlplesdon and I was paying rent From Euston road to Glasgow City, I'm not want to lament But son I'm telling you now, learn to use your diligence
My brushes have dried up, all colours have faded away But a memory still exists of dancing to Marvin Gaye Moving to the beat, so light on her feet If only I had realised the jewel I would not keep
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