Remontado (Don’t think the worst, if I’m under-rehearsed. It’s no crime. Sometimes words fail, but love will prevail - give it time) Light in the trees, my hands on your knees (I’m a crashing bore when it comes to money). The world seems so wide, and we won’t be denied. Lets be lovers till the end - fair and foul-weather friends. Take me away now. Take me away now. Oh, Remontado! Brian Yatman: singing, acoustic guitars, e-bow guitar, piano, bass guitar, recorder, samples |
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Sand in your hair. God - who knows where? Over several afternoons left to our devices. The world seems so wide, and we won’t be denied. Let’s be lovers till the end. Fair and foul-weather friends. Take me away now. Take me away now. Oh, Remontado!