Written: 1996 Released: 2000 on 'Cupid Is A Drunkard'
The 'great Graham Dann' was a school
friend who played in goal. He had a heightened sense of
the dramatic, and if he didn't feel that any save he made
was acrobatic or impressive enough, once he had the ball
safely in his possession he would simply throw it into the
air and make the save again, often diving across the
goalmouth and punching the ball over the bar giving
away a corner. A true artist.
I can still see the smile in the eyes of the thief Who stole every heart of
every girl in our school He was captain of this, headboy of that While I
was always playing the fool But what's wrong with a fool, they never
explained They just barked their orders to 'do as I say' The Empire wasn't
dead, no, it was just laying low Alive and well in our classrooms each
day On Sundays we walked two by two to the church Where we gave our 2ps to
the glory of God And then sat and yawned, or pulled faces and laughed Or
prayed that Satan would make the vicar shut up
Ah those were the days, between trust and deceit When I first joined the
ranks of the lost and confused When they first sat me down and taught me by
heart All the things that I've never used And those were the days of
dormitory nights And matrons in blue and blankets in red Where the
fledgling dreams of train drivers became The dreams of train spotters
instead Ah but those were the days of the great Graham Dann A goalkeeping
legend, the pick of the crop We took to the field Saturday afternoons When
our every game was England's World Cup
We lost eighteen-nil, but still what the hell If I learnt nothing else I learnt how to lose And I learnt
how to laugh which was just as well For when I learnt that beggars don't
choose I stared at Suzanne, all throughout French Through English and
German and Latin and Greek She spoke with her eyes, and though I didn't know
what It was a language I wanted to speak Ah but love is a dream that frays
at the edge And the harder you pull the more it unwinds And the more it
unwinds the harder you pull Just to try to make up for lost time
I can still see the smile in the eyes of the thief Who stole every heart of
every girl in our school Now he works in a bank, he's married with
kids And me, I'm still playing the fool