This year I was thinking I'd like to develop a recurring theme of mine exploring fictional 'characters' in songs and conjuring up their stories. I'm attracted to that idea, as some of you know, I enjoy creative writing away from music. So I've come up with this latest one, which I am calling a 'parlour song', very English I think, exploring the dreams of a repressed chap working as an accountant and living an otherwise dreary life. The song is just a vehicle for the story really, so some of you will like that, others not so much. But there you go, that's my bag.
I can hear a couple of little creases in there need ironing out, but I'll do that after hearing any feedback from you guys as well. Hope you enjoy...
https://soundcloud.com/michael-a-duffy/miss-tomlinsonLyrics:
Miss Tomlinson
Miss Tomlinson knocked as she entered my office
My tiny grey cell of these dull career years
She enquired of the file for Bingley & Sons
Which mysteriously had disappeared
She was wearing a starched blouse, impeccably ironed
As she rummaged through cursed paper chaos
But I’d concealed that file so she’d linger a while
Quite improper, though here was my payoff
Miss Tomlinson concurred with my considered view
Bingley & Sons were insolvency bound
And that we should suggest a share capital injection
To stave off old Bingleys from being wound down
Ah here is the file after all, dear Miss T,
I confessed, on my desk all along
And she smiled with relief for I had made her morning
She would hardly suspect any wrong
All the love
All the love
All the love
I could give to her
Miss Tomlinson knocked as she entered my office
Saying Mr P don’t think this unfitting
But I wondered, would you care to join me for lunch?
I’m not inclined to stay here with my knitting
As my eyebrows raised, half crestfallen she added
We could discuss Bingley & Sons’ situation
I was hoping to pick your wise brains she explained
On their cash flow and depreciation
That would seem to be in order Miss T I replied
After much cringing prevarication
As long as we stick to the matter in hand
Those spreadsheets and amortisation
And I realised I’d waited for this to occur
For too many years, I felt cross
Miss Tomlinson and I from the moment she joined
Shared a passion for profit and loss
CHORUS
Miss Tomlinson ordered the sandwich selection
And I sipped an Earl Grey tea
But we did not discuss Bingley & Sons’ situation
For Miss T grew tearful whilst looking at me
She admitted she’d been foolish in a matter of the heart
Now she couldn’t quite forgive that slip
I replied it’s not foolish to feel for another
We all have the odd little blip
So I thought this the time and the place to be true
To confess I felt quite just the same
And if that someone would care to proceed in the matter
We might never be unhappy again
You should tell her said Miss T and you must not delay
Some lucky lady you’d certainly match
And if I was maybe twenty years older, she said
I’d consider you quite the catch
CHORUS