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West London in the Sun

West London in the Sun

West London in the sun
Last summer of the millennium,
We were in love
And having fun,
But fun wouldn’t last too long,
Love didn’t have too long to run.

You, a Dance kid
Of sweet nineteen,
Your record collection was
Rock and Roll free,
Me, a relic
From a bygone scene,

We had nothing we could talk about,
All you ever did was shout,
About the DJs you’d seen,
In Ibiza and Berlin,
In the Babylons of Dance,
I didn’t stand a chance…

West London in the sun
Last summer of the millennium,
We were in love
And having fun,
But fun wouldn’t Last too long,
Love didn’t have too long to run.

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Tony Taylor

Hey Carl!!......VERY relatable write...........what popped out me the most was......... that it read like song lyrics...........could make one helluva song!!.......just a thought!!.........well done brother!!...........Love and Rockets!!............T xo

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Carl Halling

Hi Tony, good to hear from you! You are spot-on, these were originally song lyrics, and have been barely changed since I wrote them in 1999. I made a rough demo on cassette of the original song, and then lost it. But I recently wrote the chords out, and intend recording again, this time on CD. I'm glad you like these lyrics, bless you...:)

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