Here’s the notion: A song about trying to find a spot for your car in Melbourne’s CBD, and how much it feels like unrequited love. I like this lyric, but it’s not long on funny. In “Evening” it was beautifully delivered by Aurora Kurth; here I’ve gone octaviering, ‘cos the pitch-shifted high one was bugging me. So it’s not exactly the demo, but it’s just as badly recorded as if it were – it’s a win/win scenario!
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I’ve been cursed since you first drew me close to your chest
And the spin deep within was the bliss of the blessed
Just one simple request you decline:
that a place in your heart could be mine.
I’ve been towed down each road by my gullible trust
Thinking you would be true and the world would be just
I believed that you must be benign –
and a place in your heart would be mine.
Now my soul won’t be bound
to a cold underground
It’s too heavy a levy down there
So from pillar to post
I keep chasing the ghost
Of a chance that you’ll answer my prayer
Yeah, I foolishly fuel ev’ry horrible slight
Round the clock and the block in perpetual flight
On the fancy I might see a sign
that a place in your heart would be mine.
Many times I have dreamed
That my faith is redeemed
I retreat into sweet fantasy
Where each alternate lot
Has a parallel plot
That you tend and surrender to me…
Then I wake and I ache to be counted with those
who’ll defend to the end your indifferent pose
I’m a fool, heaven knows, to divine
that a place in your heart could be mine,
that a place in your heart could be mine.