Sep 232016
 

Blow Your Horn.

Back in 2008 in Copenhagen with René Bjørn Christensen (drums) in my small 8 sq.m. studio.
Written by Simon Gylden.

 

Come and see me baby in all your mighty prettiness
A prettiness that won't subside with any count of years
Give it to me straight now
Is all my dreamin' meaningless
Or is your pining heart as it appears

Blow your horn
Ride around with the roof top down the stereo is blasting sound
Our homework's done and done with ease, the sun is warm, the wind's a breeze
And sailors settin out to sea are puttin all their faith in me
'Gesundheit' I‘ll say it to you when you sneeze

And come with me baby
We'll be leaving this old town
Yeah, so long suckers, we'll be seeing you around
rollin' up and down, but not in this town

So come and see me baby in all your naked nakedness
A nakedness that won't subside on any account of me
Give it to me straight now am I just a pool of drool
Or could you believe a purer sincerety

And blow my horn
And melt into these light blue eyes and tell me if it's paradise
Or if this guy's in disguise, you'd rather cut him down to size
I guess it would be fair, but hardly nice
And really rather mean to do it twice

Singin' ooh-lala

And come with me baby
We'll be leaving this old town
Yeah, so long suckers, we'll be seeing you around
rollin' up and down, but not in this town