FAWM: "Dayhawks"

Dayhawks

5 days ago by @hornesgiftshop

Dayhawks

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Liner Notes

The narrator is imagining the early hours in New York. I'm imagining just before school chucking-out time in a small town in northern England or southern Scotland, just about hanging onto an atmosphere of gentility, despite everything. Perhaps Peebles or Guisborough.

Yet another #acousticonetake. I'm going to start recording these properly soon.

Lyrics

Two rooms with one view of the Pisa Café
A window with a handle that opens both ways
On one wall there's a picture of a woman in grey
On the other, the nighthawks drink coffee in New York
But here, they come out by day

They're dressed up for the cold, though it's only September
Goretex and tweed on the back of their chairs
There in the corner is a replica tower
The smell of the coffee and sweet pannetone
You could almost believe you were there

Every day around this time
A bottle of wine
Finds its way to the table,
And into my hand
And into my cup
The sands are shifting
Under the table
And the pictures are lifting me up

The sun's coming out in the late afternoon
I'll never leave if I don't get out soon
I round up my coat, my scarf and my spoon
And with shoes on my feet, I dance down the street
And picture a New York moon

Verse:
F, Bb, F, Bb, C7 / F, Bb, F, Bb, C7 / Gm, C7, F, Fmaj7 /
Am, C+, C/G, D / F dim7, Gm, C7

Middle: Dm, C, Bb, F (x2)