London from Bloody Lovelies by Paul McDermott and Steven Gates

Wherever she goes trouble follows     
Where she calls home trouble will be there.
I was a boy of maybe sixteen summers,
I didn’t know what I know now.
People are bad.

I pledged my heart beneath the weeping willows,
Beside the lake where the black swans swim,
The very next day I jumped a plane to London,
In the hope that I could make myself a name.

CHORUS:
Well, I love London and London loves me…

I was the kid they called the ‘Young Sparrow’,
Out chasing crumbs of bread, I was quickly consumed,
I lost my way in the “Wheel and Barrow”,         
I lost my wallet and my mind, and someone stole my shoes…

CHORUS

It took me years; I never found my fortune,
I sold my soul; it never bought me fame,
When I came home not a soul was waiting,
I was a ghost in my own town,
No one knew my name.
  
I found myself by the Black Swan river,
I saw my hands as they began to fade,
Well, I loved London and London loved me,     
I fell away from the world that held me  
I loved London and London loved me.   

I spoke to a swan by the weeping willows,
She sang her song of love, for me and me alone,
Of how she once loved a boy, she called the ‘The Young Sparrow’,
But he died in London, many years ago…

CHORUS

• DAAS
• Experimental
• Paul McDermott
• Steven Gates
• Tripod
• acoustic guitar
• Melbourne