This song is about the end of Amy’s marriage to Jim Mollinson. Amy was never happier than when up to her elbows in grease tinkering with the engine of a plane, or soaring above the clouds off on an adventure. Jim was a bon viveur, a playboy, a freeloader and very much the party animal, frequenting seedy nightclubs and all-night drinking bars. It didn’t take long for the magic of his lifestyle to wear thin on Amy.
I’ve been listening to women blues singers of the 1920s and 30s, and particularly love Bessie Smith. This song is an unashamed nod in the direction of ‘Nobody Loves You When You’re Down And Out’ – I’ve used the same chord progressions.
In this video, I’m at the piano – I’m no piano player, and it won’t feature in any of the concerts, I was mapping the lyrics out and sitting at the piano as I was doing it, so I filmed myself first time I tried to put the lyrics to the chords. As with all these blog vids, they are me working the songs out, making a note of them, so I know what sort of idea I had in my mind. I make no apologies for them being rough and ready – what you see on the blog vids is not the finished product, but me giving birth to the songs, pushing them into being. If I ever work out how to attach another page onto this blog, I’ll film the songs, cleaned up, wrapped up in a blanket, and ready to face the world. Here, I’m only the midwife.
PROMISES, PROMISES C E7 A7 You're a glory-leggin' good-time guy F A7 Dm You wouldn't look twice at me if I didn't fly f F+ C (Gbass) A7 But your words dripped like honey, and your kisses were sweet D7 G And the way that you loved me swept me off my feet C E7 A7 Ah.. Promises, promises, made to be broken F A7 DM But the cheating and the lying cuts deep F F+ C(Gbass) A7 You're a philandering Rover, we both know it's over D7 G C But I ain't crying and I ain't losing sleep. You wanted the high life, you wanted it all You showed me the heavens then you let me fall And when I was down, you wasn't around, You were drinking and womanizing all over town Ah.. Promises, promises, made to be broken But the cheating and the lying cuts deep You're a philandering Rover, we both know it's over But I ain't crying and I ain't losing sleep. You're selfish, resentful, argumental And pretty women still fall for your song But I ain't falling no more, I've shown you the door Those seedy nightclubs are where you belong Ah.. Promises, promises, made to be broken But the cheating and the lying cuts deep You're a philandering Rover, we both know it's over But I ain't crying and I ain't losing sleep.