Hugh Cornwell
Hugh Cornwell
Hugh Cornwell
Hugh Cornwell
Hugh Cornwell
Hugh Cornwell
Hugh Cornwell
Hugh Cornwell
Hugh Cornwell
Hugh Cornwell
Hugh Cornwell
Hugh Cornwell
Hugh Cornwell
Hugh Cornwell
Hugh Cornwell
Hugh Cornwell
Hugh Cornwell
Hugh Cornwell
Hugh Cornwell
Hugh Cornwell
When I think I’m getting romantic
For a place or face from before
My memory starts to play little tricks on me
Telling me I should have stayed for some more
If you’re passing stop off in Westlake
They’ve got some scenes going on in the park
Jimmy loved it down on the Texas coast
It’s not a place I’d like to go after dark
Feel it coming, hear the drumming, I’ll be humming
Seventh heaven
Sweet and sour, like some flower on the hour
Show me the map and I begin dreaming
About a place I heard in a song
When I get there, they changed the leopard spots
The zebra crossing’s looking totally wrong
If you need some, I’ll get the medicine
A recipe to wipe off the tears
Jimmy’s favourite pill, it can make you ill
I been on it for a number of years
It’s verbatim, syncopating, no more waiting, temperamental
In a bubble, look through hubble, you’re in trouble, sentimental
Lucky fella broke umbrella, interstellar
It’s an attack of the major sevens
Feeling better, lose that sweater, go and get her, superficial
Sweet and bitter, drown the litter, lean and fitter, artificial
Suck that sugar, smoke that hookah, you’re a looker
Dish that science, high reliance, buy appliance, suicidal
More to swallow, who to follow, you’re so hollow
It’s an attack of the major sevens
It’s an attack of the major sevens
Attack of the Major Sevens was written by Hugh Cornwell.
Attack of the Major Sevens was produced by Hugh Cornwell.