Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Prefab Sprout
Keyboards
Wendy Smith
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paddy McAloon
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paddy McAloon
Producer
David Leonard
Engineer
Tom Philips
Engineer
Cliff Brigden
Engineer
Tim Hunt
Engineer
David Concors
Engineer
Gonzales Espinoza
Engineer
Jon Kelly
Engineer
Richard Mookes
Engineer
Mickey Sweeney
Engineer
Michael H. Brauer
Mixing Engineer
Mark O'donaghue
Engineer
Michael Ade
Engineer
Gary Olazabal
Engineer
Steve Van Day
Engineer
Peter Jones
Engineer
STEVE LYON
Engineer
Terence Wilson
Engineer
Geoff Bruckner
Engineer
Karl Lever
Engineer
Tim Young
Mastering Engineer
Swoon
Mastering Engineer
Steve McQueen
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Once upon a time I stalked
The streets on raining evenings
When the distant sea blended with the sky
Past Coliseum's filled with brass
On pavements carved from toasted glass
I carried in my heart a word or two
Your dashing horseman all gone away
Left you the stable bill to pay
And now the golden calf has turned to clay
All my feelings dressed in gloves
Couldn't touch your windswept harbour love
White and open-necked you would still play
I'd resort to sleepwalking
To catch the mood that fills the sails
With harvest nets and tides don't ever bring
But every night was Halloween
And every friend fell in between
And how capricious nature ruled my mind
Your dashing horseman all gone away
Left you the stable bill to pay
And now the golden calf has turned to clay
All my feelings dressed in gloves
Couldn't touch your windswept harbour love
White and open-necked you would still play
Once upon a time I stalked
The streets on raining evenings
When the distant sea blended with the sky
My mouth was full of cigarettes
My head was full with long-term bets
But you would always make me see today
Your dashing horseman all gone away
Left you the stable bill to pay
And now the golden calf has turned to clay
All my feelings dressed in gloves
Couldn't touch your windswept harbour love
White and open-necked you would still play
I sound so different these days
I barely can believe I'm Me
If I didn't know better
I would swear I was someone else
Lord I can't believe, I don't believe I'm me
But who on earth could I be?
Your dashing horseman all gone away
Left you the stable bill to pay
And now the golden calf has turned to clay
All my feelings dressed in gloves
Couldn't touch your windswept harbour love
White and open-necked you would still play
Your dashing horseman all gone away
Left you the stable bill to pay
And now the golden calf has turned to clay
All my feelings dressed in gloves
Couldn't touch your windswept harbour love
Writer(s): Paddy Mcaloon
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