There is Magic in London Town…
It has been said there is nothing more boring than hearing other people’s dreams. Second-hand nightmares and wandering in the kingdom of Morpheus are not always meant to be shared. However, having had the following dream three times in a fortnight, I feel like recording it.
I am on stage in a nightclub. Late fifties or early sixties plush, all velvet curtains and gild. The air is thick with cigar smoke incense and the tang of rum. Dressed in the type of suit you would expect The Midnighters to wear, I am playing bass and singing. I look around me and see my band all attired in outfits matching my own like some bad boy Beatles. I recognise each member as a close friend, including Stephen Grasso playing the sweetest rhythm guitar.
We launch into a cover of Lord Creator’s Kingston Town. The lyrics are changed and I croon it like Jacques Brel possessed by Lord C. Looking into a crowd heavy with godfathers and rude boys, I find my Lady Love’s eyes and sing:
The night seems to fade, but the moonlight lingers on
There are wonders for everyone
There stars shine so bright, but they are fading at the dawn
There is magic in London Town…
I am on stage in a nightclub. Late fifties or early sixties plush, all velvet curtains and gild. The air is thick with cigar smoke incense and the tang of rum. Dressed in the type of suit you would expect The Midnighters to wear, I am playing bass and singing. I look around me and see my band all attired in outfits matching my own like some bad boy Beatles. I recognise each member as a close friend, including Stephen Grasso playing the sweetest rhythm guitar.
We launch into a cover of Lord Creator’s Kingston Town. The lyrics are changed and I croon it like Jacques Brel possessed by Lord C. Looking into a crowd heavy with godfathers and rude boys, I find my Lady Love’s eyes and sing:
The night seems to fade, but the moonlight lingers on
There are wonders for everyone
There stars shine so bright, but they are fading at the dawn
There is magic in London Town…
Labels: Jacques Brel, London, Lord C., Stephen Grasso
posted by David at 7:17 AM
6 Comments:
Well that is it: a thrice dreaming of your lady love, who, in this post, is nameless.
Your London Town magic, should not end at dawn.
LOL! Such an image.
Some dreams ARE worth sharing! :-)
Every thing dades at the dawn - magic, faery, mystery etc
Meant "fades" not "dades" but dades sounds like a good wrd too
This is simply amazing...can we open for you, please? Sounds like my kind of gig! x
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