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 grace

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:

Eastbourne ladies

with your hair done up so nice

Eastbourne ladies

with your tea and lemon ice lemon ice.

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:

Eastbourne ladies

with your hair done up so nice

Eastbourne ladies

with your tea and lemon ice lemon ice.

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

Dagens sang er fra en af mine favoritplader med Kevin Coyne, Marjory Razorblade (1973), Coynes andet soloalbum. En Rolling Stonesk rocksang, der på bedste britiske, socialrealistiske vis fortæller en historie om velbjergede kvinder – Eastborne ladies – og de fattige unge mænd, de kigger på (og måske mere end det…). Et narrativt snapshot af det britiske klassesamfund, båret af indignation, begær og skarp iagttagelsesevne. En fornem angry young men-sang.

PS. Det sidste vers i sangen er ikke med på den originale CD-udgave, men på LP’en og Virgin Records dobbeltcdudgave fra 2010. Kevin Coyne døde desværre i 2002 af en lungesygdom. Men heldigvis har han efterladt sig en langt række fine plader – og hans enke Helmi arbejder på at udgive hans efterladte sange. For Coyne var aktiv langt ind i sin sygdomsperiode. I år er Nobody dies in Dreamland – Home Recordings from 1972 udkommet. En udmærket introduktion til Kevin Coyne finder man i bokssættet I want my crown fra 2010.