Rebecca
Spanish alt-country with a moody hillbilly flavour, The track opens with duelling six string guitars answering each other in reverb harmony, subtle reverb enveloping each note, Bass and hand claps enter, underpinning the melody, while delicate, brushed washboard rhythms add rustic texture throughout, creating a hauntingly intimate soundscape
V5
Oh Rebecca I got it bad You got me spinning like a bottle at the county fair I got bended knees and Bryl-creemed hair See these praying hands? My defences are shot My bloods a been a bubbling like a lobster pot Oh Rebecca I got it bad Your life is technicolor, while mine’s in black and white My brains a been a fizzing I can’t sleep all night Doctor told me ‘son you better take a break’ But I ‘m a tossing and a turning like a little griddlecake Oh Rebecca I got it bad My heart’s a been a jumping like a snake in a sack I’m a singing to this rhythm cos I really need you back I ain’t eaten for a week, my mouth’s bone dry Come home to your baby, your little honey-pie Oh Rebecca I got it bad
