Esco Romanesco Records - The Beloved Prima Star Power

Leave Some For Me
From Christmas 'til Dawn
Marie's Opening Lines
The Beloved

Written by Connall Doo and Louis Lota

Produced by Prima Star Power

Mixed/Mastered by Rory Wytchard

Connall Doo: Vocals, Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar, 12-string Guitar, Bass Guitar, Mandolin, Piano, Electric Piano, Drums

Louis Lota: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar

Strings arranged by Connall Doo and Charlie Davis

Strings performed by Rose Bullen, Clara Cheney, Owen Turner, Sampsa Renwick

Artwork by Louis Lota

Released 14th December 2022

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Lyrics

LEAVE SOME FOR ME

Excitement builds through debauched daydreams

I hope to god that they're both still keen

On the night itself my body is frozen

candlelight and sweet aroma

Oh, won't you leave some for me

Pass the ball, please share the joke

can't you see I'm right here?

What do you mean there's no space in the car?

I drove us here

Oh, won't you leave some for me

FROM CHRISTMAS 'TIL DAWN

We would bake bread and we'd eat it in bed

no one else I knew could make it like you

We'd lay on your lawn from Christmas 'til dawn

I'd play with your hair 'til there was nothing there

Is it something in the air

or in the perfume you wear?

Oh, but who ever really cared?

Can't you see that I'm too far gone

Although often shy and masked in disguise

You'd wriggle right by each and every time

If the walls had eyes, they surely would cry

witnessing you, if only they knew

Is it something in the air

or in the perfume you wear?

Oh, but who ever really cared?

Can't you see that I'm too far gone

MARIE'S OPENING LINES

As sweet and as holy as I can be

when I hear her calling after me

There's nothing you can do

no there's there's nothing you can do

that could keep me from getting through

I know what you're thinking and yes, I feel it too

As high and as mighty as a full moons tide

Like the incoming wind on a sleepless flight

There's nothing you can do

no there's there's nothing you can do

that could keep me from getting through

I know what you're thinking and yes, I feel it too

That evening ritual you perform

ain't as slick as it may seem in the mirror

For such a well written love letter

there sure ain't a lot of loving to give

There's nothing you can do

beleive me I've been trying

that could keep me from getting through

I know what you're thinking and yes, I feel it too

THE BELOVED

Sitting by your doorstep

singing love songs

trying not to wake your neighbours

We hate them

Assuming you like dancing

I could show you the night of your life

down in Soho

I know where to go-go

All that I learnt is what I always knew to be true

Smell the flowers, let your hair down

let me climb up to you

Passing time waiting

listening to your

pre-recorded answer phone message

One sided conversation

Losing your jewellery

down my bathroom sink

would you like to wear these mismatched golden earrings

I think they'd suit you better

All that I learnt is what I always knew to be true

Smell the flowers, let your hair down

let me climb up to you