Hi guys
So Neil and I have been working on the second collaboration in our 'trilogy'.
This one is called "Indian Rope Trick". I came up with some words, chords and overall theme which Neil expertly knocked into shape and did nearly all the playing, arrangement and production... including a rather lovely Middle 8 - he's a master.
We hope you likee.
Indian Rope TrickV1
Having rubbed my oil lamp until my palms were raw
I crawled out of the desert, looking for the girl I'd met
The night before the full moon, looking and sleeping rough,
She was not a genie, but damn that girl was close enough
V2
I came across a caravan of yogis thieves and pedlars
Caught a glimpse of her fair form and called out to address her
But she started climbing up a rope to nowhere
Swaying like a cobra as the crowd fell dumb and stared
CHORUS
I was trying to get a grip on her Indian Rope Trick
How she smiled, and straightened up her hair
Then she disappeared! In front of all the fakirs
But I knew she must be hiding, must be hiding somewhere
V3
In the slums of Bangalore I met a pale youth
He said his name was Julian and he'd met her too
To him her eyes were hazel - to me they had been blue
It took more than an arm-wrestle to conclude both views were true
M8
We rode on dirty tuk-tuks down to the dusty market square
We found a thousand of her lovers, lusting after thin air
V4
For that girl is a figment of every young man's longing
You'll meet her on your gap year and the gap will keep on growing
She's a kind of metaphor, a lesson from the cosmos
And that's what we had met her for - to learn that LOVE IS LOSS
CHORUS
And now we're trying to get a grip on her Indian Rope Trick
How she smiles, and straightens up her hair
And when she disappears in front of all the fakirs
We all think she must be hiding, must be hiding somewhere