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Leslie Monk, the long suffering. |
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Fox-trot 13 June 2005. I have been working on this song for a while. Maybe too long It started off as a country song and my voice seem to suit that easy style and my first attempt went down well with Mrs Monk. In fact she danced in the living room as she listened with the cans on. A strange and hilarious sight to behold for the un-hearing watcher. Imagine? Mrs Monk declared my song, “Better than Coldplay”, which says more about Mrs Monks negative opinion of Coldplay’s X&Y, than it does about my Fox-trot. 17 June 2005 Coldplay on Jools Holland. Mrs Monk now prefers Coldplay and despises my song. 24 June 2005 Torrential downpour and Thunderstorm. I made a recording of thunderclaps and rainfall and overdub onto Fox-trot. Glastonbury is flooded, but the show goes on. White Stripes captivate a sea of 70,000 mud-drenched revellers. We watch on TV 25 June 2005 Coldplay average 26 June 2005 Girl on surfboard is elevated above the crowd in front of Brian Wilson Mrs Monks friend Rufus Wainwright is cut out unceremoniously in favour of Primal Scream. Mrs Monk wants to know who is responsible for this. Fox-trot is finished ready or not. Check it out if you will. It is no longer a “country” song. |
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THE SONG IS AVAILABLE FREE OF CHARGE Contact SHOESTRINGONLINE |
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25 May 2005 3:44 AM Leigh On Sea |
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Fox at Sunrise |
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Fox-trot Finding an apple in a puddle in the street Where the rain has fallen Dampening the spirit as the vermin Does a nocturnal fox-trot Keeping his distance from the postman in the morning As he might deliver Parcels to my door from Ebay Parcels to my door from Ebay And my birthday cards on that special day in December Far too close to Christmas It’s Far too close to Christmas An early postman in these post privatisation days is like Finding an apple in a puddle in the street and Dancing a foxtrot with the Vermin Where the rain has fallen Dampening the spirit Of the early Postman On a winter morning Far too close to Christmas It’s Far too close to Christmas For the troubled postman In this post privatisation day in the winter Dancing the foxtrot in a puddle in the street Where the rain has fallen Raising the spirit of the postman As he shares an apple In the morning with the vermin |
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