Black and white flash sheet of song lyric lettering designs with small icons such as a heart, planet, wings and arrow, in mixed script and block fonts.

Lyric lettering flash sheet in black

Lettering · Black and grey · Flash

A flash sheet of about fifteen lettering designs stacked in rows, each a line of lyrics set in a different typeface, including script, block capitals and slab serif. Small black icons such as a heart, a ringed planet, a globe, a sun, wings and an arrow are placed among some of the lines. The linework is solid black on a plain white background with no shading, and the composition is evenly spaced, making it a reference sheet rather than a photograph of skin.

Lettering Lyric Lettering Heart Planet Globe Sun Wing Arrow Script Flash sheet

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Right, pull up that stool, you've got the look of a lad who'd rather be out on his bike. Sit. I'll tell you about Ferris's window, because it's the reason I still keep a tin of gold leaf under the counter.

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It was the spring of fifty-six, and the whole of Carrow Street wanted new signs, the way a town does when it has decided it's modern. Walter Ferris ran the ironmongers, and he came into my shop with a sheet of paper folded in four, his hands shaking as if he were holding a bird. Fifteen lines he'd copied from a wireless programme and a record sleeve, every one in a different hand. He wanted them all across the glass, each letter styled differently, and not one to look like its neighbour.

I told him he was mad. A window needs a rest, I said, a bit of plain to look at. He said his wife had written those lines out on the back of a ration book before she died, and that he'd never once in his life put a thing on a shop front he didn't mean. So I did it. Script for the soft ones, block capitals for the shouting ones, a slab serif for the one about friends lending a hand. Where the paper showed a heart, I painted a heart. A ringed planet for the line about the sky, a sun rising over the bottom edge, little wings for the one about flying, and an arrow pointing off the glass toward the door.

It took me nine days on a ladder. People stopped in the road to read it, then went in and bought more than they came for. Walter stood on the pavement with his hat in his hand and said nothing until the last gold stroke was dry. Then he said, that's her, and walked off toward the Co-op.

The window's gone now, knocked out for a bank. The paper is still in my drawer, and I never did find out which of those lines was hers.