“Mademoiselle”
Play the song:
Another song of longing and unrequitedness. There’s no doubt that I have a facility for this kind of thing. Or at least for making a stab after stab at it. Certainly I had to make a concerted effort to successfully wean myself away from penning songs of this type. I think I did about ten in a row before I was cured. Anyway, just how many ways can you describe the experience of infatuation, hope, inhibition, application, anticipation, rejection, and exasperation?
The last verse which might appear odd in the context of those preceding might make more sense if considered in the context of Apropos Of A Working Day, earlier on the CD. So why didn’t I put this verse in that song? Because it doesn’t fit and the tune’s different, you idiot!
I used to have no trouble playing this but when I got the new OM-18V with it’s longer scale and wider fingerboard, I found I was all over the place for a while. I still have to keep my wits about me in the middle bits of the song.
It’s sister song, yet another tale of unrequited lust, is “Ice On Fire” which at the time of writing, is only just recorded. I’ll return here and post a link to it when “mixed”. I just know you’re holding you’re breath…
Mademoiselle
Mademoiselle est belle she could make a man of me
She’s atrocious precocious she makes me weak in the knee
Doesn’t it make your blood grow cold
Growing old
There’s calamity in my heart, mademoiselle’s to blame
But I can learn her language I can nearly say her name
It could all come to no good
I wish it would
Well I mumble and fumble too
Ooh, when I giggle and grin at you
All the boys have bon vivant they have the savoir faire
I know that I can do it but ooh do I dare
It’s the gift of the gab
If God were in his heaven it would be different I suppose
But he’s either on vacation or otherwise indisposed
I could get down on my knees
Pretty please
All you need is some confidence
But the panic and the fear is just a matter of
Common sense
Mademoiselle called me but it’s pointless because
I’m not about to capitulate or clutch at any straws
She will soon be on her way
Any day
© 2006 Dave Keir. All Rights Reserved.
