Thank you very much.
It's very,
very nice to be in such an intimate environment
to play.
Playing in London is not so intimate,
most places I play.
So this is a joy in advance,
even the crisps.
This is a song about the ocean,
so wine is fine in time
with a song.
It's called North Star.
I met my
match
in the eye of the storm
among the wreckage
of those
who died in the fire rag and she
got me on with no sale.
She told me how
she had lost her captain,
had fallen for the heart of the sea.
And she alone,
here in the fog,
had gone astray.
And out at sea,
we have nowhere to land.
I will be your island.
Yeah, I'll be your North Star.
I'll be your North Star.
I told her I
was once a proud mainsail.
And my vessel was a faithful merchant kind.
But she was plundered
and condemned to the deep.
So I surrendered to the mighty tempest.
It tore my skin and chewed me to the core.
Till I awoke
by
the beauty of your waterline.
We are lost and out at sea.
We have nowhere to land.
I will be your island.
Yeah, I'll
be your North Star.
Eat away.
I have a set list,
but I've already changed it, so...