Lady, You Shot Me

Barry Adamson releases a new single today, titled The Last Words Of Sam Cooke. In the wake of the Oscars, it seems fitting that the man responsible for a vast body of real and imaginary film soundtracks should return with a rousing blast of cinematic pop.

Over to the promo blurb:

 

Set in the Haçienda Motel in South Central Los Angeles, 11 December 1964, we glide straight into the head of the great singer, as he makes his fatal date with destiny, flashing his cash and picking up Elisa Boyer and ending up getting shot by Motel manager Bertha Franklin.

 

A tragedy set within blissful soul sounds, high on swirling gospel organ and a stomping beat, with a chorus that echoes Sam Cooke’s reported last words: “Lady, you shot me!”.

  

Or, in plainer words, another 'hit' from Mr. Adamson. I love it.

Cut To Black, which I think is Barry's tenth album and first in nearly 8 years, is out in May with a tour of the UK and Europe following hot on its heels.

 

 

I was high when I met her
I really should have known better
She was wild and licentious
Love by the hour’s unpretentious
She was hankering for attention
Neon drug store blessing
I was young and adventurous
With a buck to buy some brand new shoes

The stars they were fading
The high that I am still chasing
At the midnight Hacienda Blue
All my dreams had come true
Ahh lady, you shot me
Lady, you shot me

I’m a man and salvation is here
Temptation’s calling me loud and clear
She light me up and blow me away
King of lost souls on my knees and I pray
Cupid’s bullet loaded in her gun
Conquest feels like redemption
Angel singing a devil’s song
Don’t wait for heaven, 'cos here I come

That bad apple that tastes so sweet
Back seat girl knocked me off my feet
At the midnight Hacienda Blue
All of my love won’t save you
Ahh lady, you shot me
Lady, you shot me

Blood moon bathed in cheap champagne
Sunset strip swallowed my soul once again
At the midnight Hacienda Blue
All my dreams faded from view
Lady, you shot me