Paroles Love Chronicles de Al Stewart

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I can remember the first girl that I did loveIt was StephanieIn kindergarten arithmetic classes she used toSit next to meI'd pass her sticky sweets under the tableWhere the teacher couldn't seeAlthough she wouldn't remember me nowSometimes I wonder where she can beI can remember the first girl I kissedIt was Christine when I was tenI'd been told we were moving awayI thought I'd never see her againOh don't forget meI'll be back when they let meBefore you learn how to lie when you're leavingLove is so much easier thenAnd at school would you believe three hundred boysAnd no girls at allBut you're a fool if you should leaveJust think of the joys of rugby footballAnd prep in the morning and Brylcreem and acneAnd cross-country running to kill evil thoughtsI'm surprised that I survivedI ran ten thousand miles with my back to the wallI can remember the first girl that I made love toIt was in a parkIn the lower pleasure gardens in BournemouthIn summer just after darkMy mind was reeling: Oh what a feeling.I missed the bus and walked twelve miles homeAnd it really didn't seem farAnd all through my seventeenth summerRunning together from crowds and tiesTaking our clothes off and feeling each otherWith fingers and senses and mouths and eyesIncurring the glances of old disapprovalFrom elderly local inhabitant's eyesOh time, time we hardly even knew youYou didn't touch us with your liesIn the halcyon days of my late adolescenceMy goal seemed clearly in sightPlaying electric guitar with a beat groupWe set the ballrooms alightCamping it up for the dyed blonde receptionistsWho told us we were al-ri-yi-yightOn an ego trip for a teenage superstarOn thirty shillings a nigh-yightAnd so it fell that I came up to LondonTo look for fortune and fameStarry eyed in my seaside successesAnd much too sure of the gameFirst girl I met thereI thought I'd get thereBut the first girl was nearly the last girlShe left my eyes in the drainShe sat on my floor in the dead of the nightRolling a joint and looking round for a lightHer clothes were so black and her face was so whiteHow could I know what was right?And I sat all huddled upon my bedWatching her in my innocenceAnd it was no sense at all, but too much senseThat took me to the bridge of impotenceOh Artaud's anthology lay spread on the floorAnd the thoughts that she gave me,I'd not met beforeAnd stranded half hypnotised,I watched her in aweOf everything that she stood forAnd I wanted more than anything to be like her with every senseBut it was no sense at all, but too much senseThat took me to the bridge of impotenceShe came over to me and kissed me in playTaking my hand between her legs as she layAnd she looked in my eyes but I turned them awayFinding no words fit to sayAnd I hated myself, but could not moveShattered in my confidenceBut it was no sense at all, but too much senseThat took me to the bridge of impotenceNow the stare of the lightbulb tore holes in my brainAs she got up in the silence that hung like a stainAnd I wanted to speak, or to call out her nameBut how could I begin to explain?And my prosecuting room still holdsA strand of her hair in evidenceBut it was no sense at all, but too much senseThat took me to the bridge of impotenceOh I still think about her when the night fills with rainAnd speaks in its voices uneasy and vainAnd I think were I maybe to find her againOh I'd probably see her more plainAnd I should have known she was just like meIt was after all only common-senseBut it was no sense at all, but too much senseThat took me to the bridge of impotenceBut it was no sense at all, but too much senseThat took me to the bridge of impotenceAt first I didn't go out much at allI just stayed at home in my chainsPicking over the threads of my confidenceAnd searching for the remainsAnd when I couldn't stand any more of itGoing down to a clubMixing in with the sounds and the crowdsI let the music cover me upAnd only, lonely, the harlequins and painted phoniesPick their ways, through the hazeOf highs and lows and bluesAnd all that I could do was to pick my way to youThough I didn't tell youYou were just a thing to proveI was hungry when found you, but I'm alright nowThey sigh, they lie, the refugees and superheroesOn ice, so nice to see you, what's your name?And all that I could do was to say the same to youTake you for the moment, though the moment wasn't trueBut I was hungry when I found you and I'm alright nowThough the street lamp cut through the curfewIt shed no light on our mindIt would have been so easy to love youAt any other timeOnly, lonely, you came to me the night hung coldlyIn your eyes, some other time I might have stayed with youBut all that I could do was to turn around to youThanks for what you gave me now it's time to say "Adieu"I was hungry when I found you but I'm alright now.Ba ba ba alright nowAnd so it came that I stood disillusionedBy everything I'd been toldI just didn't believe love existedThey were all just digging for goldWidows and bankers and typists and businessmenLoved each other they saidBut all it was though was just a manoeuvreThe quickest way into bedAnd so I followed the others' exampleAnd jumped into the meleeIn the hunting grounds of Earls Court and Swiss CottageI did my best to get laidBeer cans and parties, deb girls and artiesBouncing around in the social confusionMissing and making the gradeThe very first time I must confessI thought you'd be like all of the restAnd we'd be strangers once againBy the time we were dressedBut when you'd smoked your cigaretteAnd talked of some people that we'd meI found myself asking was it set,did you have to go yetAnd so you laughed and then kissed meAnd stayed for the whole weekendAlthough the bed was so narrowWe had to sleep end to endAnd so the weeks passed through my brainIn their dadaistic chainI found myself seeing you again, and again and againAnd all you gave you gave it freeAsking for nothing back from meYou gave yourself unselfishly as a part of meAnd where I thought that just pluckingThe fruits of the bed was enoughIt grew to be less like fuckingAnd more like making loveOf all the girls I ever knewsome loved and some denied meAnd all the words I ever saidhave been no use to hide meAnd all the songs I ever sungeach one of them untied meAnd all the girls I ever lovedhave left themselves inside me

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