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Eastbourne Ladies - Kevin Coyne



     
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Eastbourne Ladies Lyrics


You're always on your own, sitting on those seaside chairs on your own , everybody there just passes you by
Nobody seems to care if you flash your underwear , no, I don't tell no lie
Your vested days are done now you know you're on the run, oh lady why why?
Your white and powdered face, you need some holy gr ace to pull yourself right back again
Chorus:
Eastbourne Ladies with your hair done up so nice
Eastbourne Ladies with your tea and lemon ice, lemon ice.
I think you need something new but you don't know just what to do , croquet on the lawn yet again
You smile at passing boys, you can't offer any joys, you don't understand young men
Got your money in the bank, money in the bank, now let's be frank, I want more than ten thousands pounds
I want everything you've got, I want the lot, give me give me give me give me all you got, oh help me, I need some, I'm so poor now
Chorus
So I wander round the town looking into rooms for you up and down , I see you everywhere
I believe I have choice, I believe I made my choice, come here old lady ??
Fifty years upon the beach, you should be tanned by now, you're out of reach, I hope I don't bring you down
Everything special about you, your pearls, your jewels and your money too , oh do you wear a crown when you go to bed now?
Chorus
[last verse not on cd, thanks to Rob Olver for that info]:

So now the day is done, the sun disappears and it starts to run
Oh the darkness creeps around
Moonlight sings and moonlight dreams, nothing to see, you make me ??
As I watch you tottering round this town
Nobody there, nobody there to care, you're ??, who really cares
I'll hold you tight maybe, maybe for a year
When the day, the day is done, all my heart it starts to run
Overflows on your plate, you'd better eat it all, eat it, eat it, eat it
Chorus

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Kevin Coyne (born 27 January 1944 in Derby, UK; died in his adopted home of Nuremberg, Germany, on 2 December 2004) was an English musician, singer, composer, film-maker, and a writer of lyrics, stories and poems. His uncompromising attitude towards showbiz fame and fortune always left him in a position of "outsider", a position he relished. The freedom to express himself without the chains of commercial considerations (although he would not have been adverse to a Number One album) helped keep his creativity alive.

Read more about Kevin Coyne on Last.fm.


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