Bedsitter
Marc Almond · Other Songs - Marc Almond
I'm talking to the radio
Clothes and records on teh floor
Memories of the night before
Out in clubland having fun
Now I'm hiding from the sun
Waiting for a visitor
But noone knows I'm here for sure.
Dancing
Laughing
Drinking
Loving
And now I'm alll alone in Bedsit land,
My only home
I think it's time to cook a meal
To fill the emptiness I feel
Spend my money going out
I've nothing left, I'm left without
Clean my teeth and comb my hair
Look for something new to wear
And start the nightlife over again
And kid myself I'm having fun
Dancing
Laughing
Drinking
Loving
And now I'm alll alone in Bedsit land,
My only home
I look out of my window view
There's really nothing else to do
Read a book maybe write a letter
'Mother, things are getting better'
Watch the mirror, count the lines
The battle scars of all the good times
Look around and I can see
A thousand people just like me.
Dancing
Laughing
Drinking
Loving
And now I'm alll alone in Bedsit land,
My only home
Dancing
Laughing
Drinking
Loving
And now I'm alll alone in Bedsit land,
My only home
I'm waiting for something...
I'm only passing time...
And now I'm all alone in Bedsit land
My only home
Dancing
Laughing
Drinking
Loving
Bedsitter
Marc Almond's 'Bedsitter' captures the melancholic atmosphere that defines much of his solo work outside the Soft Machine. The track reflects Almond's signature blend of gothic sensibility and theatrical pop, exploring themes of confinement and introspection through a minimalist arrangement. As part of his broader discography, the song stands alongside other notable recordings that showcase his ability to convey deep emotion with sparse instrumentation. Almond's vocal delivery remains a central focus, drawing listeners into the intimate narrative of the piece. This recording exemplifies his commitment to crafting songs that resonate with personal vulnerability while maintaining a distinct artistic identity within the English music scene.