Fat Freddy's Fingers
from Hidden Gems Chapter 1 by Captain Of The Lost Waves
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lyrics
Fat Freddy’s fingers so lazily linger on the ebony and ivory keys seduced by a logic
fuelled by the darkest liquid made from the sea warm it would tipple his handlebar
rippled like a baby seal moistened and wet as Fat Freddy’s fingers combed through his
moustache “are you ready Freddy?” “Not yet”
They scream out with joyous air thumping persuasion Burt Bacharach tunes they can
wait as Freddy begins the heart of Saturday night by his boho chic hero Tom Waits lost
in a world of atmospherical discord and dissonant water bassoon Fat Freddy’s fingers
when they decided arrived not a moment too soon
Husky dog howling and twisted face scowling his heavy perspiring brows poured the
nectar of labour infused with a favour a femme fatale Freddy adored his fingers once
bony wiry and stretched out the teen showed such promise they said but he wanted to
travel let the world just unravel in exotic climes he'd forget “what is success just a bind
just a burden no one need write about me I'd rather just hang out in fishermen towns
where the villagers live by the sea” the smell of the air still salty still there tis the
odour that he’ll never forget now Fat Freddy’s fingers indeed they do linger like a
giant imaginary net
Just like the whale he thrashed his large tail but flaccid he found himself beached “run
out of money and friends so my honey took a boat she said my excuses too cheap” to
an island so far you can’t reach it by car “Freddy you can't hunt me down I gambled
our money our house and what's funny I don’t think that I want to be found” Freddy
unstable more willing than able said nothing makes sense any more as the audience
clap his fingers they rap to that Manhattan George Gershwin score
I think I'm prepared it’s time that I dared in Fat Freddy’s fingers a smoke I live up with
stars and a planet near mars but this busking musician is broke the mob’s always
hungry a favour to sell a brandy soaked voice says “hey Freddy how's you? I could
track your girl down I know people in towns and cities the whole world it’s true” Fat
Freddy’s fingers anarchically linger clenching club like his fists no moral incision I
fear no derision a song first I healthily tip like a toothy grinned walrus the alpha male
saw us clasping their hands in a deal another hamster one gasps there ain't enough
masks to keep Freddy from riding that wheel
Out on a ledge of a Parisian window a conversation more lost than found when you've
danced with the angels so high in the air the only way forward is down they found
Arrabella in Arunachala she hung out with gurus all day “there's a price on your head”
in low voice they said “coming back there with you then no way” with candid persuasion
and amorous force they took her away in the night and as Fat Freddy’s fingers played
mournful and slow they suddenly filled with delight “isn't she lovely?” that wonder
called Stevie penned all those years long ago balletic they're dancing his fingers are
prancing into you once more let me grow
Arrabella stayed silent glances looked violent “hey Freddy play me a song”
the man in the blue black Italian suit said “I think that you know the one?”
The mood as it changes Freddy engages and plays with a pensive
refrain “R E S P E C T I’ll tell you what it means to me dear
Freddy need I tell you again?”
Fat Freddy’s fingers no longer linger least not with the
ten he once had but he still plays piano better than
others of six digits
I think he was glad
He still lives in the stars and a planet near mars
love darkened his doorstep again he watches
each sunset and says “I’m not done yet”
and opens his mouth to the rain
It's 2.57 and the light from the heavens
lunar bathed open roof bar Adagio for
strings by Barber he plays a melody
that seems to come from afar
Been looking been looking
been looking so long for the
heart of Saturday night now
Fat Freddy’s fingers they
choose to linger with a
peaceful and natural
delight
fuelled by the darkest liquid made from the sea warm it would tipple his handlebar
rippled like a baby seal moistened and wet as Fat Freddy’s fingers combed through his
moustache “are you ready Freddy?” “Not yet”
They scream out with joyous air thumping persuasion Burt Bacharach tunes they can
wait as Freddy begins the heart of Saturday night by his boho chic hero Tom Waits lost
in a world of atmospherical discord and dissonant water bassoon Fat Freddy’s fingers
when they decided arrived not a moment too soon
Husky dog howling and twisted face scowling his heavy perspiring brows poured the
nectar of labour infused with a favour a femme fatale Freddy adored his fingers once
bony wiry and stretched out the teen showed such promise they said but he wanted to
travel let the world just unravel in exotic climes he'd forget “what is success just a bind
just a burden no one need write about me I'd rather just hang out in fishermen towns
where the villagers live by the sea” the smell of the air still salty still there tis the
odour that he’ll never forget now Fat Freddy’s fingers indeed they do linger like a
giant imaginary net
Just like the whale he thrashed his large tail but flaccid he found himself beached “run
out of money and friends so my honey took a boat she said my excuses too cheap” to
an island so far you can’t reach it by car “Freddy you can't hunt me down I gambled
our money our house and what's funny I don’t think that I want to be found” Freddy
unstable more willing than able said nothing makes sense any more as the audience
clap his fingers they rap to that Manhattan George Gershwin score
I think I'm prepared it’s time that I dared in Fat Freddy’s fingers a smoke I live up with
stars and a planet near mars but this busking musician is broke the mob’s always
hungry a favour to sell a brandy soaked voice says “hey Freddy how's you? I could
track your girl down I know people in towns and cities the whole world it’s true” Fat
Freddy’s fingers anarchically linger clenching club like his fists no moral incision I
fear no derision a song first I healthily tip like a toothy grinned walrus the alpha male
saw us clasping their hands in a deal another hamster one gasps there ain't enough
masks to keep Freddy from riding that wheel
Out on a ledge of a Parisian window a conversation more lost than found when you've
danced with the angels so high in the air the only way forward is down they found
Arrabella in Arunachala she hung out with gurus all day “there's a price on your head”
in low voice they said “coming back there with you then no way” with candid persuasion
and amorous force they took her away in the night and as Fat Freddy’s fingers played
mournful and slow they suddenly filled with delight “isn't she lovely?” that wonder
called Stevie penned all those years long ago balletic they're dancing his fingers are
prancing into you once more let me grow
Arrabella stayed silent glances looked violent “hey Freddy play me a song”
the man in the blue black Italian suit said “I think that you know the one?”
The mood as it changes Freddy engages and plays with a pensive
refrain “R E S P E C T I’ll tell you what it means to me dear
Freddy need I tell you again?”
Fat Freddy’s fingers no longer linger least not with the
ten he once had but he still plays piano better than
others of six digits
I think he was glad
He still lives in the stars and a planet near mars
love darkened his doorstep again he watches
each sunset and says “I’m not done yet”
and opens his mouth to the rain
It's 2.57 and the light from the heavens
lunar bathed open roof bar Adagio for
strings by Barber he plays a melody
that seems to come from afar
Been looking been looking
been looking so long for the
heart of Saturday night now
Fat Freddy’s fingers they
choose to linger with a
peaceful and natural
delight
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from Hidden Gems Chapter 1,
released January 1, 2016
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The Captain is a troubadour, storyteller and free thinking renegade. His musical offerings are inspired by the great songwriters and philosophers of yesteryear. This is visceral music for the mind and body, full of dreamy verses, life affirming choruses and sheer audacity. Where melodic invention meets alternative folk, progressive, world and ambient sounds. ... more
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