14 February 2006

john coltrane w/ johnny hartman - "lush life" (from the very best of john coltrane lp, available for purchase here.)
billy bragg - "the fourteenth of february" (from the must i paint you a picture? : the essential billy bragg lp, available for purchase here.)

... and tonight, i'm not going to struggle against merely reproducing song lyrics. here we have two v. different sides of a similar story, and who's singing which side might surprise you. but whomever is singing your song tonight; whether you think romance is bunk or you're a fool for it (or both), i hope you are content this evening; and if not content, then striving. xoxo.

lush life
i used to visit all the very gay places,
those come-what-may places,
where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life
to get the feel of life
from jazz and cocktails.

the girls i knew had sad and sullen grey faces,
with distingué traces
that used to be there, you could see where they'd been washed away
by too many through-the-day
twelve o'clock tales.

then you came along with your siren song
to tempt me to madness.
i thought for a while that your poignant smile
was tinged with the sadness of a great love for me.

ah, yes! i was wrong,
again, i was wrong.

life is lonely again,
and only last year everything seemed so sure.
now, life is awful again.
a troughful of hearts could only be a bore.

a week in paris will ease the bite of it.
all i care is to smile in spite of it.

i'll forget you, i will,
while yet you are still burning inside my brain.
romance is mush, stifling those who strive.
i'll live a lush life in some small dive.
and there i'll be,
while I rot with the rest
of those whose lives are lonely too.

the fourteenth of february
i wish that i could remember
the first moment that we met.
if only i could remember
that sweet moment when we met.

if i knew then that i
would spend the rest of my life with you,
i imagine i would have held your gaze a little longer
when first our eyes met.

did it rain or did sunshine
attend our first meeting?
what words were said? what weight given
to that first greeting?

my diary doesn't help,
i don't even mention your name until that summer,
when bloomed the
seed sown on the first day that we met.

i know the date, i know
the place where it happened
yet in my mind, the scene
i recall is imagined.

as we grow old i'm sure
there will be moments that we will not forget
but i would
remember something of the moment that we met.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Coltrane: tears. Actual tears. Not because of Valentine's Day. Just because of the music.