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Der fünfte Track auf der "yellow side" ist als eine Suite aus unterschiedlichen Sogteilen zu verstehen. Strukturen wie Chorus, Bridge und Vers spielen eine untergeordnete Rolle. Daher ist das vielleicht der progressivste Song auf dem Album.
Nach dem plötzlichen Tod ihres Mannes hat Valerie ihren Lebensmut verloren. Sie sitzt täglich im Dunkeln am Fenster und beobachtet ihre Nachbarn gegenüber, als seien sie Fernsehschauspieler in Seifenopern. Als sie sich bewusst machen kann, dass sie keine Angst vor dem Tod hat, wagt sie einen Neubeginn.
Die Musik ist von mir, der Text von Richard. Den Gesang auf diesem Track habe ich übernommen.
Nach dem plötzlichen Tod ihres Mannes hat Valerie ihren Lebensmut verloren. Sie sitzt täglich im Dunkeln am Fenster und beobachtet ihre Nachbarn gegenüber, als seien sie Fernsehschauspieler in Seifenopern. Als sie sich bewusst machen kann, dass sie keine Angst vor dem Tod hat, wagt sie einen Neubeginn.
Die Musik ist von mir, der Text von Richard. Den Gesang auf diesem Track habe ich übernommen.
"It's just as good as Coronation Street"
Lonely Valerie was mumbling in her darkened room
A comfy armchair and a cup of tea
On the window sill the orchid which refused to bloom
Eight large windows like a split screen to watch
Four great programmes of soap - truth or treason
All the drama and the troubles of life
On the "Tenement Show”, end of season
Twenty-somethings with their honeymoon spent
Heated arguments, moaning and whining
Elder lady still rehearsing at night
Handel’s cello concerto, G minor
Highbrow senior filling shelf after shelf
With more books he could manage to read in
To this couple, students Adam and Steve
It was just like the Garden of Eden
Her life so pleasant at sixty-nine
When good old Frank was still around
They’d entertained a whole bunch of friends
And frequently got out of town
The frown displayed on the doctor's face
Had sent a cold chill down her spine
Now, three years after the funeral
She'd found no use for song and wine
And when the curtains were tightly shut
Invented her own storylines
Warfare and peace caught in a nutshell
Cliffhangers barely understood
Some days it was a penny dreadful
Some days it was pure Hollywood
Why be afraid of numbers
When you're not even afraid of death?
Said Valerie, now seventy-two
And took a deeper breath
Well, I'm not even afraid of death!
Once a movie buff, an avid reader, too
She made an urgent mental note not to tell 'no' again
To that grey-haired gent at Peckham library
Who'd asked her out for coffee twice, more mindful than most men
Rising from her chair she switched the lighting on
And, as the light gave her away, waved to the newly-weds
Baffled, they waved back and kissed for her to see
A glass of sherry, maybe two now seemed appropriate
And meanwhile on the window sill it vied for her attention:
A tiny ivory blossom was beginning its ascension
Lonely Valerie was mumbling in her darkened room
A comfy armchair and a cup of tea
On the window sill the orchid which refused to bloom
Eight large windows like a split screen to watch
Four great programmes of soap - truth or treason
All the drama and the troubles of life
On the "Tenement Show”, end of season
Twenty-somethings with their honeymoon spent
Heated arguments, moaning and whining
Elder lady still rehearsing at night
Handel’s cello concerto, G minor
Highbrow senior filling shelf after shelf
With more books he could manage to read in
To this couple, students Adam and Steve
It was just like the Garden of Eden
Her life so pleasant at sixty-nine
When good old Frank was still around
They’d entertained a whole bunch of friends
And frequently got out of town
The frown displayed on the doctor's face
Had sent a cold chill down her spine
Now, three years after the funeral
She'd found no use for song and wine
And when the curtains were tightly shut
Invented her own storylines
Warfare and peace caught in a nutshell
Cliffhangers barely understood
Some days it was a penny dreadful
Some days it was pure Hollywood
Why be afraid of numbers
When you're not even afraid of death?
Said Valerie, now seventy-two
And took a deeper breath
Well, I'm not even afraid of death!
Once a movie buff, an avid reader, too
She made an urgent mental note not to tell 'no' again
To that grey-haired gent at Peckham library
Who'd asked her out for coffee twice, more mindful than most men
Rising from her chair she switched the lighting on
And, as the light gave her away, waved to the newly-weds
Baffled, they waved back and kissed for her to see
A glass of sherry, maybe two now seemed appropriate
And meanwhile on the window sill it vied for her attention:
A tiny ivory blossom was beginning its ascension
