1. Prada Heels

From the recording As Eden Lay In Darkness

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A song, ostensibly about fashion, but in fact it turns into a kind of Hitchcock type murder mystery.

Vocal: Tom Fairnie
Harmony vocal: Jane Fairnie
Guitar: Tom Fairnie
Violin: Emily Peppers
Trumpet: Calum McIntyre
Keyboard: Killian Playthell-Steele
Bass: Ken Kennedy
Cello: Sally Ruel


Prada Heels

I hear your Prada heels tapping
In the Gallery Angelo
As you move among the figures
In a slow flamenco
Then pausing in the doorway
As if unsure which way to go
‘til your reflection in the window
Becomes Chanel; adagio

And In Paris every artist
Would be drawn to you
From Milan to Manhattan
They fall at your feet and follow you

On the Boulevard Saint-Germain
In Les Duex Magots Café
I hear you order Ricard
And Spanish Sketches play
I watch you with the waiter
As flirtatiously you pay
Exchanging glances, coins and paper
I leave no tip and walk away

And In Paris every artist…

In the silence as I leave you
Still wrapped in morning sheets
Every door behind me closes
Every shuttered window speaks
But then, something familiar
Heels tapping in the street
Could that cut be Valentino?
Could she really be that chic?

And In Paris every artist…

© Prada Heels music by Tom Fairnie, words by Tom Fairnie & Bob Shields 2nd May 2007

But still like mist on the third morning
You’re still like lace stretched as a spider’s web
Over the hollow scar that you left in my bed
So whatever happened to respect
One more trophy you collect
But you just might have used up your last warning.

Sad Eyed Sorta Like A Sonnet ©Bob Shields