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You'll Do
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A love story. Of sorts.
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Trash-pop, guitar rock and melodic miscellany.
Not so much a band as a bloke with a guitar and a laptop, The Smivets deliver a genre-bending blend of pop, rock, punk, prog and many other monosyllables.
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Alternative • Brit Pop
Charts
Peak #52
Peak in subgenre #6
Author
Steve Smith
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Steve Smith
Uploaded
February 05, 2019
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MP3 4.7 MB • 160 kbps • 4:07
Story behind the song
What better title for a tender love ballad. I'd had the title for ages - two words that sum up the whole process I thought, somewhat evilly. But then came the moment to sit down and actually write the song. Here's the thing not to do: Write the lyrics before the music. Not only that, but write the longest lyric you've ever done. And make sure that all the verses and choruses (chori?) are different lengths and use different rhyming schemes. And different tempi. That'll make it easy. Anyway I quite liked how it turned out. All people and events featured in this tune are fictitious. Hardly any animals were harmed during the production.
Lyrics
When I was young and full of it I put myself about a bit And never cared whose hearts I broke Along the way, nor caused to cry. For I was a shallow, callow youth Whose fondness for the brutal truth Brought me endless cruel amusement (And the occasional black eye). One in particular I recall From a long line of temporay paramours A shy retiring wallflower she Fell victim to my silky lies. As the night wore on and the drink wore off In my plan to charm her garments off I told her my true feelings As I gazed into her eyes: You're not blonde, you're a bit too tall, Your boobs are frankly a little too small And that Top Shop frock doesn't suit you at all But I guess you'll just have to do. See I've been here all night and it's getting late My available options ain't looking too great And the one I really fancied just left with my mate So it's your lucky night - you'll do. As usual, by Sunday tea, The romance failed. Off went she To nurse her broken heart and I To break some more the next weekend. But some years on she was back in touch; I hardly knew her, she'd changed that much: Beautiful, confident, tastefully dressed, She turned my world on its end. Well I knew my dazzling wit and charm Could work its magic a second time But she stopped me dead, pulled me close And whispered in my ear: You've put on weight, your bum's sagging down, Your receding patch makes you look like a clown And that stupid moustache had me laughing out loud But I guess you'll just have to do. See I think you might have grown out of being Jack the lad And this ain't quite the worst date I've ever had And your previous test-drive was not too bad So just get the bill - you'll do. Now we face each other every night Over dining table candlelight With pictures of our wedding Next to children's graduation days. And though neither of us was such a wonderful catch I guess you could say we'd both met our match And yeah we see the funny side Though an acid edge still stays: Your skin's all wrinkled, your hair's gone grey Your youthful physique has withered away Your whole body's in a total state of decay But I guess you'll just have to do. You still don't like my folks though you try to pretend Your peculiar habits drive me round the bend Why we're still together I just can't comprehend But you're all I've got left, so you'll do.
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DRUMNJON
Apr 16, 2019
This ones ready for stage play!! BRILLIANT WRITING SETH!! :):):)
MichaelDuran
Feb 08, 2019
musically whimsical, but brutally real in perspective, a life lesson in "getting along" ehh? ;-)
TimLowe
Feb 08, 2019
Joyous fun. Lyrically a masterpiece of self-effacement, delivered with aplomb. Growing old disgracefully. Well done. Loved the bar-room piano bit.