al stewart love chronicles lyrics english

I can remember the first girl that I did love
It was Stephanie
In kindergarten arithmetic classes she used to
Sit next to me
I’d pass her sticky sweets under the table
Where the teacher couldn’t see
Sometimes I wonder where she can be

I can remember the first girl I kissed
It was Christine when I was ten
I’d been told we were moving away
I thought I’d never see her again
Oh don’t forget me
I’ll be back when they let me
Before you learn how to lie when you’re leaving
Love is so much easier then

And at school would you believe three hundred boys
And no girls at all
But you’re a fool if you should leave
Just think of the joys of rugby football
And prep in the morning and Brylcreem and acne
And cross-country running to kill evil thoughts
I’m surprised that I survived
I ran ten thousand miles with my back to the wall
I can remember the first girl that I made love to
It was in a park

In the lower pleasure gardens in Bournemouth
I missed the bus and walked twelve miles home
And it really didn’t seem far

And all through my seventeenth summer
Running together from crowds and ties
Taking our clothes off and feeling each other
With fingers and senses and mouths and eyes
Incurring the glances of old disapproval
From elderly local inhabitant’s eyes
Oh time, time we hardly even knew you

You didn’t touch us with your lies

In the halcyon days of my late adolescence
My goal seemed clearly in sight
Playing electric guitar with a beat group
We set the ballrooms alight
Camping it up for the dyed blonde receptionists
Who told us we were al-ri-yi-yight
On an ego trip for a teenage superstar
On thirty shillings a nigh-yight
Starry eyed in my seaside successes

And much too sure of the game
First girl I met there I thought I’d get there
But the first girl was nearly the last girl
She left my eyes in the drain
She sat on my floor in the dead of the night
Rolling a joint and looking round for a light
Her clothes were so black and her face was so white
How could I know what was right?

And I sat all huddled upon my bed
And it was no sense at all, but too much sense
That took me to the bridge of impotence
Oh Artaud’s anthology lay spread on the floor
And the thoughts that she gave me
I’d not met before
And stranded half hypnotised
I watched her in awe
Of everything that she stood for

And I wanted more than anything to be like her with every sense
But it was no sense at all, but too much sense
That took me to the bridge of impotence
She came over to me and kissed me in play
And I hated myself, but could not move
Shattered in my confidence

But it was no sense at all, but too much sense
That took me to the bridge of impotence
Now the stare of the lightbulb tore holes in my brain
As she got up in the silence that hung like a stain
And I wanted to speak, or to call out her name
But how could I begin to explain?

And my prosecuting room still holds
A strand of her hair in evidence
But it was no sense at all, but too much sense
That took me to the bridge of impotence
Oh I still think about her when the night fills with rain

And speaks in its voices uneasy and vain
And I think were I maybe to find her again
Oh I’d probably see her more plain

And I should have known she was just like me
It was after all only common-sense
But it was no sense at all, but too much sense
That took me to the bridge of impotence

At first I didn’t go out much at all
I just stayed at home in my chains
Picking over the threads of my confidence
And searching for the remains
And when I couldn’t stand any more of it
Going down to a club

Mixing in with the sounds and the crowds
I let the music cover me up

And only, lonely, the harlequins and painted phonies
Pick their ways, through the haze
Of highs and lows and blues
And all that I could do was to pick my way to you
I was hungry when found you, but I’m alright now

They sigh, they lie, the refugees and superheroes
On ice, so nice to see you,

what’s your name?
And all that I could do was to say the same to you
Take you for the moment, though the moment wasn’t true

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