Positively Fourth Arondissement

early work

Liner notes

As far as anyone can tell, Hilde and I still hold the Rag Week record for hitch-hiking from St Andrews to Paris - we clocked a little over 19 hours. I remember another pair had reached Paris before us, but went to the wrong meeting point. This is probably my oldest song that still gets the odd airing at open mic.

The God squad's in the cupboard, it's something of a crush
The agnostic fundamentalists are tarring them with one brush
You come rushing out of there, hell for leather
There's someone after you with a feather

I want you to know you're the woman of my dreams
I want you to know that you can make them come true
I want you to know you're the woman of my dreams
And I want to be half of a beautiful tangle with you.

There's a busker at the Bastille, singing Dylan songs
He thinks he knows the lyrics, but he's going badly wrong
You toss a five-franc piece at him, stand singing with him
You hit some novel harmonies on Rainy Day Women

I want you to know you're the woman of my dreams
I want you to know that you can make them come true
I want you to know you're the woman of my dreams
And I want to be half of a beautiful tangle with you.

A picnic at the métro station, biscuits, quiche and coke
We cannot tell what time it is, the cash machine is broke
A couple leaves the party, chiefly dressed in red
The only place I want to go is bed

I want you to know you're the woman of my dreams
I want you to know that you can make them come true
I want you to know you're the woman of my dreams
And I want to be half of a beautiful tangle with you.

Now the rucksack's full of ready salted, the Penguin smells of beer
Are we first or nowhere, it really isn't clear
If you're the last one out of here, be sure to hit the light
Got to get a good night's sleep tonight

I want you to know you're the woman of my dreams
I want you to know that you can make them come true
I want you to know you're the woman of my dreams
And I want to be half of a beautiful tangle with you.