I awoke from a nap with the melody in my head, did that thing of trying to work out which song it was and then released that Dame Muse had sent me a gift whilst I was slumbering. Ran for the iPhone, sang the tune before it disappeared, made a brew and sat down at the piano to work out the chords/key. It took around five minutes to get the first verse and the hook then another ten to write the rest of the words and add a B section.
It has a McCartney/Ray Davies Vaudeville flavour, something which I've always enjoyed. John Lennon used to make snarky remarks about Paul's regular forays into "granny music" which he disliked. If Lennon didn't realise the wide breadth of musical styles which occurred across later Beatle albums is what put them into every household - without touring - as opposed to many households - without touring - he was being naive (I suspect he understood fully that Yellow Submarine would make children enjoy a record and When I'm Sixty-Four would do the same with seniors). The hipsters he didn't need to worry about.
This was a hoot to write lyrically, pretty self explanatory. I love the use of Mellotron - the perfect instrument for this tune - effectively a 19th Century sampler. Ciaron added those wonderful "anyone for croquet?" harmonies and boom - a ditty to "take tea" to.
Another slice of cake Mrs. Bottomsley-Moulding?
12) Gigolo Days
Woke up this morning with the answer, I saw the error of my ways,
I'm turning my back on my gigolo days,
it came as quite a revelation, but it's been brewing for a while,
only problem there is, love's always in style,
so don't you call me anymore, I won't pick up I've closed the door,
tonight I'm doing something I enjoy,
I'm watching films where shit blows up, I'm eating crap 'til I throw up,
I'm older than your boyfriend what's the ploy?
I'm tired of Kensington and Mayfair, of Chardonnay and west end plays,
I'm turning my back on my gigolo days,
can't say that I won't miss the money, (all the rewards and all the praise)
all the rewards and all the praise (say goodbye to those days)
I'm turning my back on my gigolo days,
so please delete me let me go, I'm goin' back to what I know,
tomorrow I'll be headed back up north,
thank you for the happy times, miss me when the midnight chimes,
I'll be moving on from this day forth,
woke up this morning with the answer, I saw the error of my ways,
I'm turning my back on my gigolo days, it comes as quite a revelation, but it's been brewing for a while, only problem there is, love's always in style,
I'm turning my back on my gigolo days.
Written by R.I.McNabb © Peermusic (UK) Ltd. 2020
Ian McNabb: Lead vocal, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, Mellotron, bass. Ciaron Bell: Backing vocals, Roland TR 808 drum machine.
