paroles de chanson Love Chronicles - 2007 Remaster - Al Stewart
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
Although
she
wouldn't
remember
me
now
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
In
summer
just
after
dark
My
mind
was
reeling:
Oh
what
a
feeling.
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
And
so
it
fell
that
I
came
up
to
London
To
look
for
fortune
and
fame
Starry
eyed
in
my
seaside
successes
And
much
too
sure
of
the
game
First
girl
I
met
thereI
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
Watching
her
in
my
innocence
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
Taking
my
hand
between
her
legs
as
she
lay
And
she
looked
in
my
eyes
but
I
turned
them
away
Finding
no
words
fit
to
say
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
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
Though
I
didn't
tell
you
You
were
just
a
thing
to
prove
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
But
I
was
hungry
when
I
found
you
and
I'm
alright
now
Though
the
street
lamp
cut
through
the
curfew
It
shed
no
light
on
our
mind
It
would
have
been
so
easy
to
love
you
At
any
other
time
Only,
lonely,
you
came
to
me
the
night
hung
coldly
In
your
eyes,
some
other
time
I
might
have
stayed
with
you
But
all
that
I
could
do
was
to
turn
around
to
you
Thanks
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
now
And
so
it
came
that
I
stood
disillusioned
By
everything
I'd
been
told
I
just
didn't
believe
love
existed
They
were
all
just
digging
for
gold
Widows
and
bankers
and
typists
and
businessmen
Loved
each
other
they
said
But
all
it
was
though
was
just
a
manoeuvre
The
quickest
way
into
bed
And
so
I
followed
the
others'
example
And
jumped
into
the
melee
In
the
hunting
grounds
of
Earls
Court
and
Swiss
Cottage
I
did
my
best
to
get
laid
Beer
cans
and
parties,
deb
girls
and
arties
Bouncing
around
in
the
social
confusion
Missing
and
making
the
grade
The
very
first
time
I
must
confess
I
thought
you'd
be
like
all
of
the
rest
And
we'd
be
strangers
once
again
By
the
time
we
were
dressed
But
when
you'd
smoked
your
cigarette
And
talked
of
some
people
that
we'd
me
I
found
myself
asking
was
it
set,
Did
you
have
to
go
yet
And
so
you
laughed
and
then
kissed
me
And
stayed
for
the
whole
weekend
Although
the
bed
was
so
narrow
We
had
to
sleep
end
to
end
And
so
the
weeks
passed
through
my
brain
In
their
dadaistic
chain
I
found
myself
seeing
you
again,
and
again
and
again
And
all
you
gave
you
gave
it
free
Asking
for
nothing
back
from
me
You
gave
yourself
unselfishly
as
a
part
of
me
And
where
I
thought
that
just
plucking
The
fruits
of
the
bed
was
enough
It
grew
to
be
less
like
fucking
And
more
like
making
love
Of
all
the
girls
I
ever
knew
Some
loved
and
some
denied
me
And
all
the
words
I
ever
said
Have
been
no
use
to
hide
me
And
all
the
songs
I
ever
sung
Each
one
of
them
untied
me
And
all
the
girls
I
ever
loved
Have
left
themselves
inside
me
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1 Bedsitter Images - 2007 Remaster
2 Swiss Cottage Manoeuvres - 2007 Remaster
3 The Carmichaels - 2007 Remaster
4 Scandinavian Girl - 2007 Remaster
5 Pretty Golden Hair - 2007 Remaster
6 Denise at 16 - 2007 Remaster
7 Samuel Oh How You've Changed! - 2007 Remaster
8 Cleave to Me - 2007 Remaster
9 A Long Way Down From Stephanie - 2007 Remaster
10 Ivich - 2007 Remaster
11 Beleeka Doodle Day - 2007 Remaster
12 In Brooklyn - 2007 Remaster
13 Old Compton Street Blues - 2007 Remaster
14 Ballad of Mary Foster - 2007 Remaster
15 Life and Life Only - 2007 Remaster
16 You Should Have Listened to Al - 2007 Remaster
17 Love Chronicles - 2007 Remaster
18 My Enemies Have Sweet Voices - 2007 Remaster
19 Small Fruit Song - 2007 Remaster
20 Gethsemane, Again - 2007 Remaster
21 Burbling - 2007 Remaster
22 Electric Los Angeles Sunset - 2007 Remaster
23 Manuscript - 2007 Remaster
24 Black Hill - 2007 Remaster
25 Anna - 2007 Remaster
26 Room of Roots - 2007 Remaster
27 Zero She Flies - 2007 Remaster
28 Lord Grenville - 2001 Remaster
29 On the Border - 2001 Remaster
30 Midas Shadow - 2001 Remaster
31 Sand in Your Shoes - 2001 Remaster
32 If It Doesn't Come Naturally Leave It - 2001 Remaster
33 Flying Sorcery - 2001 Remaster
34 Broadway Hotel - 2001 Remaster
35 One Stage Before - 2001 Remaster
36 Year of the Cat - 2001 Remaster
37 Time Passages
38 Valentina Way
39 Life In Dark Water
40 A Man for All Seasons
41 Almost Lucy
42 The Palace of Versailles
43 Timeless Skies
44 Song On The Radio
45 End of the Day
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