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This is another take on Moorlandt's song 'Somehow'.
All the harmonies and counter melodies have remained pretty much untouched. I did, however, take the liberty of changing the orchestration to what I felt the song meant to me.
A mighty big 'Thank You' to Walter for allowing me to reinterpret this mighty fine song.
All the harmonies and counter melodies have remained pretty much untouched. I did, however, take the liberty of changing the orchestration to what I felt the song meant to me.
A mighty big 'Thank You' to Walter for allowing me to reinterpret this mighty fine song.
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Lyrics
I watch your mouth while you are talking
Girlish talk, I’m just a boy
It’s warm and cosy in your country house
You made my favourite dish again
And I can talk about my day
While you pretend that you are listening to what I say
I turn the television on
And watch it from your bed
You tell me “turn the volume down”
But girl, I hear so bad
What I would like is plainly clear
Just sit beside me now
And watch this comedy with me
We’ll have a laugh somehow
I watch your back while you are writing
To a man you met in space
His soul’s aligned to yours, that’s what you always say
You turn your face to me and shout
That it is time for me to go
But I’m still waiting for my favourite: the late night show
I turn the television off
Respect your privacy
Don’t have the competence to dive
In your complexity
I’m just a boy who lives next door
Who’s in your house right now
Your anger turns into a smile
And we make love somehow
Maybe I’m not your number one
But I still own your key
Dreamed about having other girls
But they turn their back on me
Don’t ask me why I’m coming back
Although our love has died
There is no heating in my flat
Please let me stay tonight
Still there is love somehow
Girlish talk, I’m just a boy
It’s warm and cosy in your country house
You made my favourite dish again
And I can talk about my day
While you pretend that you are listening to what I say
I turn the television on
And watch it from your bed
You tell me “turn the volume down”
But girl, I hear so bad
What I would like is plainly clear
Just sit beside me now
And watch this comedy with me
We’ll have a laugh somehow
I watch your back while you are writing
To a man you met in space
His soul’s aligned to yours, that’s what you always say
You turn your face to me and shout
That it is time for me to go
But I’m still waiting for my favourite: the late night show
I turn the television off
Respect your privacy
Don’t have the competence to dive
In your complexity
I’m just a boy who lives next door
Who’s in your house right now
Your anger turns into a smile
And we make love somehow
Maybe I’m not your number one
But I still own your key
Dreamed about having other girls
But they turn their back on me
Don’t ask me why I’m coming back
Although our love has died
There is no heating in my flat
Please let me stay tonight
Still there is love somehow
jiguma
Nice version Alf! Walter's vocals are fantastic on this song, so you had some pretty good base material to work with. "Somehow" your instrumentation has time-shifted this back five or six decades - I can now imagine it even more being played in some cabaret in Europe. Masterful use of JP4. Love the accordion - must have a talk with you about accordion sometime :)
Neil