From the recordings As Eden Lay In Darkness and Hard To Find

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A song about resignation...but in a light hearted way. There can be many reasons why we abandon a certain course of action; many of them positive. It is also about the need to confess, to redeem ourselves...and hopefully write a catchy song as well.

Bob and I were commissioned to write a song about Trafalgar, which we took very seriously, but in between concentrating on that song we found time to play around with the guitar lick that I kept playing and wrote this one as well. Bob has another take on the same melody but this is the one that found its way on to the CD. What I particularly like is that the hook in the guitar accompaniment can catch the ear.

Lyrics

I Ain’t Goin’ Dancin’ No More

Of all the girls in the ballroom
You’re the one I used to adore
You made me spin
You could do it again
But I ain’t goin’ dancin’ no more
No I ain’t goin’ dancin’ no more
If there’s one damn thing for sure
It’s that I ain’t goin’ dancin’ no more

I’ve seen every twist in your tale babe
And I’ve heard it all before
Every lie on your lips
Every snake of your hips
But I ain’t goin’ dancin’ no more...

‘cause dancin’ never made it better
Dancin’ never made it right
An’ all of that movin’ and shakin’ babe
Only got me through the night
Only got me through the night

I’ve lived my life in limbo
Between a hard place and a floor
I’ve danced around
Never stood my ground
But I ain’t goin’ dancin’ no more...

‘cause dancin’ never made it better…

Been tangled up in tangos
Watched you waltz right out the door
How’d I feel?
Like a broken heel
‘cause I ain’t goin’ dancin’ no more...

‘cause dancin’ never made it better...and I ain’t goin’ dancin’ no more

© I Ain’t Goin’ Dancin’ No More words & music by Tom Fairnie & Bob Shields February 14th 2005











I wonder if I’ll ever be twenty nine again
She just smiles
That patient serpent smile
I notice a jigsaw puzzle piece by the chair
But I don’t tell her
I know it wouldn’t be worthwhile
I recall a wheat field harvested and still I feel the pain
She’s reading now
Keeping wayward words in line
I try to touch her but she isn’t really there
She’s in the shadow’s laugh
Or my last glass of wine.

To Quote A Phrase © Bob Shields