13 - Notting Hill Gate, London mid-1970’s
JUST DON’T ASK ME WHERE THE SONGS COME FROM

Martin and Jean-Marc had enjoyed a rather interesting plantain curry with rotis, a kind of West Indian flat bread. It was a Saturday afternoon in the summer, the clamour from the nearby Portobello Road market could be heard. They were sitting with their guitars on the small terrace, Jean-Marc was scribbling on an American yellow legal pad:

Looking left and looking right I wonder now if you just might Be someone that I knew before All within a dream Our hands just brushed, Our eyes were locked I’m reeling still I feel shell shocked Can I ask you, will I dare? Can we admit what we share? Blink an eye, the moment’s gone All within a dream

noughts and crosses Jean-Marc and Martin Notting Hill Gate tapes

“Sometimes it feels like the lyrics come from a long way back....”

“Just listen to your instinct and Mother Earth does the rest” replied Martin.

“Sounds just like something I heard somewhere before”, Jean-Marc put down his pen, he urgently needed to go to the toilet.



Sky High (mp3)