Jonathan Thompson - The Painter's Lament Lyrics
I was from the South and she was from the NorthWe met in a laundrette spinning round and roundTrying to be grown up’s and laughing at this gameA premonition you’d would call it, well things would not be the sameTo the sound of Marvin Gaye, I remember dancing in MayShe was wearing an emerald dress, hand sewn that caressed her breast. Moving to the beat, so light on her feetLittle did I know, this jewel I would not keep‘Cause I was destined to me great a painter with a causeTo tell the nation how it is a poet from these shoresA stubborn will a selfish choice is what I thought was neededTo sacrifice the one you love for something you believe inFrom the month of July in a stony seaside townAt night we worked in the Marine Café, then made love during the dayTo the sound of the ebbing tide and soaring cries of gullsOur life felt so complete and talked of wedding bellsThe following year in April a child shared our armsThe bonniest boy you’d ever seen sleeping so sereneBut at this point our troubles came quarrels and tempers flewShe wanted more from me, like a fool I never knewThe last I heard she married a grey haired city gentWith a detached home in Worlplesdon and I was paying rentFrom Euston road to Glasgow City, I’m not want to lamentBut son I’m telling you now, learn to use your diligenceMy brushes have dried up, all colours have faded awayBut a memory still exists of dancing to Marvin GayeMoving to the beat, so light on her feetIf only I had realised the jewel I would not keep
