The Lost Afternoons

The Lost Afternoons are an acoustic duo from Canterbury in Kent.We write our own songs which we like to play live when the opportunity arises.Please get in touch if you’d like to feature The Lost Afternoons at your event.Thanks, Dave and Pete

Live From
The Man Shed

Here are our first three tracks, hot off the mastering desk. Some more music will appear here over the next couple of months. If you want us to let you know when it's live, get in touch.

The daylight it steals your sleep
She left in the night
With the things that you keep
Now there’s nothing to find
In your savings a lifetime deep
You were blind, but now you can seeShe’s a highway woman
You’ll regret what you paid
Highway woman on the make
Highway woman and beside you she lay
Highway woman rides againThe townsfolk they bang at your door
She stole from their houses
She stole from the grocery store
The sister code broken like never before
Broke your heart, then broke it some moreShe’s a highway woman
You’ll regret what you paid
Highway woman on the take
Highway woman and she lied in your name
Highway woman rides againShe felt like the one, but feeling is done
And just like a ghost she is goneHighway woman, you’ll regret what you paid
Highway woman on the make
Highway woman and she hides in your shame
Highway woman, highway woman
Highway woman rides again

A country boy came calling
To play me his new songs
Just as night was falling
And inspiration comes
He whispered me a poem
About a country girl I guess
I never really knew him
I think that’s for the bestFor the best, for the best
I think that’s for the best
Cos I prefer my sky at night starlessA country girl came calling
To play me her new songs
By midnight she was all in
So I played some of ours
She said she’d like my singing
If I sang a little less
I wasn’t really listening
I think that’s for the bestFor the best, for the best
I think that’s for the best
Cos I prefer my sky at night starlessOoooh, oooohSo I love songs and poems
And those country stars impress
But I don’t need to know them
I think that’s for the bestFor the best, for the best
I think that’s for the best
Cos I prefer my sky at night starless, starless
Cos I prefer my sky at night starless

Back to the end, back to the end
Hiding in silence, forever unsaid
Nothing behind us and nothing ahead
Back to the end, back to the end
My stranger, my lover, my friendDon’t want to go, don’t want to go
I want tomorrow, you want today
I want it over and you want to stay
Don’t want to go, don’t want to go
My stranger, my lover I knowWill we ever say never, ever again?
Will we ever remember just who we were then?
My stranger, my lover, my friendBack to the end, back to the end
All that I wanted, all that you need
Nights that are haunted and starting to lead
Back to the end, back to the end
My stranger, my lover, my friendWill we ever say never, ever again?
Will we ever remember just who we were then?
My stranger, my lover, my friend
My stranger, my lover, my friend
My stranger, my lover, my friend

Dave Griffiths as a child wearing a bowl on his head
Dave Griffiths as a child wearing a bowl on his head
The Lost Afternoons playing at Shadoxhurst Midsummer Festival, 2024. David is on the left playing acoustic guitar, Peter is on the right, singing.
A poster for The Lost Afternoons performance at HMV Canterbury, 26th October 2024.

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Gig times list from Shadoxhurst Midsummer Festival. featuiring Lost Afternoons playing at 1:50.

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