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Tuesday, April 12, 2011

179. Bus Stop by The Hollies

Can never get enough of this song. I just love the way the song is written with a brilliant tune and great lyrics. Umbrella, bus stops...mundane things turned into a work of beauty. I first heard this properly in the seventies when exploring the music of the sixties. I couldn't believe how good it was. This is one of those songs that make me want to write songs. I have to admit I've used ideas from this song and Graham Gouldman's other sixties songs in my own writing. I suppose you call this stuff urban poetry but in fact it's kitchen sink poetry, Urban havin a completely different meaning nowadays.
and I really like The Hollies. They were a singles band. And they had some mighty fine singles.

Bus stop, wet day, she's there, I say, "Please share my umbrella"
Bus stop, bus goes, she stays, love grows under my umbrella

All that summer we enjoyed it, THE wind and rain and shine.
That umbrella we employed it. By August, she was mine

Every morning I would see her WAITING at the stop
Sometimes she'd shop and she would show me what she'd bought
All the people stared as if we were both quite insane
Someday my name and hers are GOING to be the same

That's the way the whole thing started. Silly, but it's true
Thinkin' of a sweet romance beginnin' in a queue

Came the sun the ice was meltin' no more shelterin' now
Nice to think that that umbrella led me to a vow

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