It's 1967, Your'e living in London, and the scene is grooooovy.
So you put on your best bri nylon cream shirt, brown suit and tie, leave the beret at home and hang out with your girlfriends down the Kings Road.
Biba and Mary Quant are busy, you saw Twiggy and Lulu down there once, but they don't come around here no more.
One Saturday night you are watching a band in Diff City, and this is the song you remember...it goes around and around in your head like a circle in a spiral in an ever-spinning wheel.
You take a cab back and crash out listening to the Beatles on your Dansette (with a new needle that cost 2/11d - daylight robbery), pour yourself a beaker of Treetop eat a Bar Six and watch the Telly until the National Anthem and then the test card.
Best turn the light off, got work in the morning...
Part of the Genre Jumping suite, Working with The Urban Myths was one hell of a gas, man.
Credits:
cpm - Music, Lyrics, Instruments, Lead Anvil, Fairground Organ, hair styles.
The UrbanMyths - Ideas, Lyrics, hooks,lines, sinkers, loudness consultancy, Sideburns, Organ twiddling
Lyrics:
Blackbird came to me, he said hey man what are you doing
Get out of your bed It's a Sunday afternoon
Blackbird snag to me, tweeted condescendingly
Best years of your life are over soon
Brass band
Bridge:
Flying high above the rooves and playgrounds
Catch the wind beneath my wings and soar
See my neighbour talking to my Girlfriend
Wonder why I never noticed that before?
Repeat V1
Outtro
Blackbird Fly (flap your wings and fly away)_
Repeat...