2019 mix
Lap Steel - Robert "Buck" Wilburn
Bass– Howard Rabkin
Vocal, acoustic guitar, keys– David Partridge
Produced for Blue Window Media Inc. by David Partridge
Mixed in Nova Scotia
Words and music by David Partridge
LOST ON THE MIDWAY
Early in the springtime I heard about the fair ---
Dancing dice & flavoured ice
And sweet sensation there.
I heard about the gypsy and the glowing crystal ball
The shadow of her hands would dance
Like flames across the wall.
But when the summer tapers off,
The carny nights are cool
And you're lost on the midway like a fool.
I took her, even though she was uneasy at the start.
I promised her spun sugar,
Cherry glaze shaped like a heart.
And then I saw the dancing girls
With sequins on their skin.
I drew her to the dances that
The sequins shimmer in.
But not until her hand pulled free
Did I know it was cruel
To be lost on the midway like a fool.
Ask the plaster gypsy, fortunes for a dime.
One too many two bit thrills
In too short of a time.
When you've played the arcade,
it shows in your face
And when you ride the roundabout,
Your dreams spin into space.
And when the magnet bites the fish,
The prize stays in the pool
And you're lost on the midway, like a fool
Oh, you're lost on the midway just like a fool.
