While The Old Roofs Fly ‪@DannycoXone‬

acoustic gypsy-jazz pop with 1950s cabaret charm, 112 BPM with a loose live feel, F-sharp minor verses opening into a bright major singalong chorus, dry manouche guitar pompe with syncopated chabada, walking upright bass, crisp light drum kit, shaker and handclaps emphasizing beats two and four, expressive musette accordion carrying a memorable hook, discreet acoustic piano, small call-and-response backing choir, organic room sound, warm lightly vintage recording, female English alto vocal with a veiled smoky soulful rasp, intimate half-spoken verses, confident chant-like chorus, exuberant neighborhood-street-party energy without aggression, no synthesizers, no electric distortion, no electronic drums ☆ Lyrics ☆ [Intro] Yeah-oh, yeah-oh Hey, hey [Verse 1] I pushed the door at quarter past nine There he was, leaning by the coat-line Blue scarf loose and a match in his hand He smiled like he knew where I would stand [Pre-Chorus] I said, “You waiting for somebody?” He said, “Maybe I was waiting for you” The room turned warm, the band struck up And every little doubt fell through [Chorus] Yeah-oh, yeah-oh, come on, come on Yeah-oh, yeah-oh, the night rolls on Hey, hey, answer me Na-na-na, set your heart free Yeah-oh, yeah-oh, don’t ask why Clap your hands while the old roofs fly [Verse 2] Auntie brought plates from the kitchen door Somebody spilled wine across the floor He took my hand like a borrowed secret Two left feet, but we made a weekend [Pre-Chorus] The neighbors leaned from the window The baker laughed in his white sleeves A little trouble, a little perfume And nowhere else I’d rather be [Chorus] Yeah-oh, yeah-oh, come on, come on Yeah-oh, yeah-oh, the night rolls on Hey, hey, answer me Na-na-na, set your heart free Yeah-oh, yeah-oh, don’t ask why Clap your hands while the old roofs fly [Bridge] Maybe tomorrow I’ll wonder his name Maybe tomorrow the weather will change But tonight he’s here, and I’m here too With a crooked dance and a better view [Final Chorus] Yeah-oh, yeah-oh, come on, come on Yeah-oh, yeah-oh, the night rolls on Hey, hey, answer me Na-na-na, set your heart free Yeah-oh, yeah-oh, don’t ask why Clap your hands while the old roofs fly [Outro] Yeah-oh, yeah-oh Hey, hey Na-na-na, set your heart free