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A great sounding contemporary alternative country / folk song drawing on the best of eighties and nineties folk and pop along with more contemporary American and British influences with expressive female vocals and a relaxed, easy-going overall style Keywords: Laid back and easy-listening performances with atmospheric lonely alone contemporary thoughtful intelligent powerful heartfelt dramatic questions answers background setting drama tv film radio credits opening documentary serious loss sadness hope scenes soundtrack stirring warm hearted sincere true
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Lyrics:
45 Langdale Road
Every thirty three years the house appears
Otherwise it’s invisible to my eyes.
I watched at midnight as the other house move
And there it is, my home
At half past eight the oak door opens wide
I see my father smoking his old pipe
The morning light catches the lenses in his spectacles
He turns around, and smiles
Where does he go, where does he go?
My mother waves until he’s far away
She can’t see me anymore
She is wearing the frilly pinny as I remember her
Her beautiful curls bounce as she turns away
Where does she go, where does she go
Every thirty three years the house appears
Otherwise it’s invisible to my eyes
Where do they go, where do they go?
