Hi guys,
I'm enjoying listening to your stuff - it's great! I thought I'd post another of my originals on here for some feedback. This one is called "Sweet Amelie" and it's a long one (apologies if you don't like long tunes). I wrote this at the end of 2013 and it tells a kind of love story. I had good fun recording this song and used my mandolin for the first time in my recordings. I hope you enjoy. Peace.
https://soundcloud.com/torn-pages/sweet-amelieLyrics -
I awoke in the morning to a crisp Harvard dawn,
and I pulled on my slippers and through my shirt on,
As I shuffled out my room I saw a letter on the floor,
It was addressed to me in crimson from one I loved before,
A girl by the name of sweet Amelie.
It was Paris in June in the year of our Lord,
Nineteen-hundred and fifty I owned a mustang Ford,
I saw her in the Louvre her hair was so dark,
Her skin twas so pale it set off a spark,
In an instant I fell in love with sweet Amelie.
She was a beau painter an artist of kinds,
she worked on a masterpiece one to blow all minds,
and we fell in love through artisan affection,
but far more than this we had formed a connection,
It was the onset of my love for sweet Amelie.
We shared an apartment on the rue de la paix,
we'd make love in the morning then lay on our backs,
our days were like poetry full of cafes and rhyme,
we'd have whiskey and wine to get through the night time,
oh the days they were golden with sweet Amelie.
We would drive to the country through the fields of green,
and I held her in the meadows for she was my queen,
and I'd lay on the grass with her by my side,
I did wonder if one day she'd be my bride,
Yes I thought it was in stone, sweet Amelie.
But with all fine things they seldom do last,
when I gave her a ring she turned it down fast,
she packed up her bags "well do you love me" I asked,
"there was something" she said "but nothing that fast",
and she went out my door did sweet Amelie.
I couldn't understand it I felt suicidal,
I cried for an age for she was my idol,
in the dark woods I roamed in a cold eerie storm,
it felt like it was speaking to my heart in some form,
and it howled for sweet Amelie.
As the time it did pass my heart did not warm,
yet my mind did now think in the singular form,
I starved myself blind just to keep the hunger back,
but it felt like self pity and my should it did crack,
because of a girl called sweet Amelie.
I swept out of Paris so early one morn,
no intentions of return instead to be reborn,
I headed to Harvard and I studied my books,
wrote poetry and essays on Gwendolyn Brooks,
but in the back of my head lay sweet Amelie.
My life it had changed for the better I hope,
but for how it did happen well I just had to cope,
though I may fool you and say I've forgotten her name,
I'd be lying so clearly for my feelings were the same,
I just couldn't drop sweet Amelie.
So when that letter did arrive well my heart it did choke,
it gave me crazy feelings and a sudden urge to smoke,
I opened that letter and what did I see,
but that ring I gave her now she gave to me,
it was all over now oh sweet Amelie.
Since after that day I have heard no more,
I don't know where she is or the road to her door,
she maybe in Casablanca, Lisbon or L.A.
But I dream I might find her on some sunny day,
you're in my heart always sweet Amelie.