* * * LYRICS * * * |
Carla
Well, you always wanted to be
among the bright lights
Incandescent up upon the
stage
But they had you sewing
costumes, and I was out of work,
And neither one of us could
turn the page
You always wanted people to
come over
But you weren't on the sexy
side of town
Now there's a jumping little
jazz-joint just beneath where you used to live
There are people coming in
from miles around.
There's fog upon the windows,
bright eyes and rosy cheeks
Something sizzling on the stove
that smells like home
There are pints of porter
being poured, and witty repartee
And nobody seems to be alone
I remember all your first
days in the city
Days and nights spent getting
lost and found
I remember when you cut off
all your long blonde
You thought that it was only
tying you down
Your kitchen table in your
first apartment
The smell of black tobacco
and red wine
The sight of you resplendent
in your granny's fake fur coat
In the
I remember all the street-life
and the parties
Ours were like Fellini and
Cocteau
I remember taping pennies to
the needle when we danced
To records on your plastic
stereo
Ah, but this happy scene it
couldn't last for ever
We both wounded each other
good and sore
But later, when the shouting
was all over
We both wound up much
stronger than before
Since then I got my news all
from a distance
I was glad to hear the sound
of opening doors
I know it's shallow to think
it makes a difference
But me too, I'm kind of
partial to applause
It's been twenty years since
you were taken from us
Waked and wept and laid down
in your grave
I kept a job and raised a son
to manhood
Stayed hitched and mostly
managed to behave
Like everybody else I feel
the autumn
It seems a long, long time
since spring has sprung
You were frozen in the moment
of your blooming
But you always liked that
song Forever Young.
(Patrick Hutchinson ©2010
SOCAN)
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