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A fingerstyle elopement fantasy.
This is the story about Pandora, her insomniac husband and a latter day Romeo underneath her bedroom window with a ladder and a torch. Why he needs a torch when, as the song says, “the moon is bright”, I don’t know. I only write the damn’ things.
When I was auditioning this in the car recently, I realized it would be better played on banjo with mandolin accompaniment. It’s got a bluegrass feel somehow. Gawd nose where I picked that influence from. I was trying to learn jazz at the time of writing.
Pandora. A pot-boiler. As simple as mince. Yee-hah!
Pandora
You know my greatest hope
Why don’t we elope
All you need is a suitcase, some toothpaste and soap
When I put up my ladder and you climb down
When he’s deep asleep
Or even counting sheep
You can tentatively tip-toe, you can crawl, you can creep
When I put up my ladder and you climb down
Oh Pandora
I’ll meet you in the middle of the night
Oh Pandora
The moon is bright
Push your window wide
Then you can crawl outside
I’ll shine up a torch for your footsteps to hide
When I put up my ladder and you climb down
We can take a train
To the aeroplane
We can both turn our backs on the past and the pain
When I put up my ladder and you climb down
© 2008 Dave Keir
