From the recording Banishment

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Vocal: Tom Fairnie
Guitar: Tom Fairnie
Lead Guitar: Bernard Brogue

Lyrics

The Love Of Columbine

In the darkness of the morning, he recalled her name
Between a teardrop of Pierrot, and the damsel minstrel game
Would they bind together perfectly, like shadows intertwined
Into the mantle of that morning, cruelly redefined
If it hadn’t been for Harlequin
And the love of Columbine

It’s another day, another dollar, on this factory floor
He’d wash away all of the dirt, if he wasn’t coming back for more
And the woman he remembers, was sweet as closing time
And the way she used to make him feel, was once upon a rhyme
If it hadn’t been for Harlequin
And the love of Columbine

If there’s a princess, she’s a temptress, and he the hunter’s moon
Obeying madness, ever after, dancing to her tune
A stumbling, tumbling acrobat, bridled by her line
And poor Pierrot is weeping tears, of diamonds and design
If it hadn’t been for Harlequin
And the love of Columbine

So now our hero, stood in silence, a fool upon this stage
Wonders if his fate was set, by words cast on a page
He’d sung them all for cowboys there, beneath the neon sign
Now the rhinestones on his boot heels spell, Farewell Columbine
If it hadn’t been for Harlequin
If it hadn’t been for Harlequin
If it hadn’t been for Harlequin
And the love of Columbine

©The Love Of Columbine music by Tom Fairnie words by Bob Shields & Tom Fairnie March 28th 2010

The Fool,
The Moon
And Justice
Are on the lips now, of a Princess,
As this cup of reflection
Drains low.
And everything about her
Is light
And dark
And diamonds,
From the soft rhymes of beginning
To the sleepwalker, closing The Show.

Some Things © Bob Shields