@VictoriousSockPuppet
I suddenly thought of this song today. I only know it/the artist because my DH is an old hippy, but I absolutely LOVE this song. The lyrics are fantastic. Anyone else know it? I can't put up my favourite lyric from the song, because it contains the title, but does anyone recognise....
You tell me that I can't see you problem
But I don't have to live with you to know
That she's a very beautiful young woman
And you're a fool if you can let her go
70s
Ok. No one knows this. I'm not surprised because I only do because of my older DH.
It's by a guy called Roy Harper and it's called She's The One.
I'm not going to urge you to listen to it, because it's a bit odd (he sings some of it in a kind of falsetto). But the lyrics. My god, the lyrics. They're like a thread in relationships. I love these words. And they contain the best line ever, ever, ever in a song (which I've highlighted).
Here you go....
(She's the one. She's the one)
She's the one
She's so gone
She's the one who throws the skins at you
And says lets all turn on
She's the one
She's so gone
She's the one who throws her pants at you
And says O.K. you're on (she's the one. She's the one)
She's the one
She's so gone
She's the one who takes the stomach
Makes the tea and cleans the john (she's the one. She's the one)
She's the one
She's so gone
She's the one who hands the blankets round
And comforts everyone (she's the one. She's the one)
She's the one
She's so gone
She's the one who buys the comics
Drops the kids and knows the com
She's the one
She's so gone
She's the one who you don't miss
Until you find she's really gone
You say that it's got you beat
And you don't know which way to turn
You say that she's oh so sweet
But there's nothing left for you to learn
You say that it's not your fault
You've seen through all the doors
Ah but how can any man talk like you
With a wonderful wife like yours
You say that its all washed up
And as bad as it could ever get
You say that you've filled your cup
And you light another cigarette
You say its O.K. for me
But I don't see her claws
Ah but how can any man talk like you
With a wonderful wife like yours
You tell me that I can't see your problem
But I don't have to live with you to know
That she's a very beautiful young woman
And you're a fool if you can let her go
You sit down and heave sigh
And say that you'd welcome death
You step out into the sky
And mutter underneath your breath
You thump tables, spit and curse
But I can't see the cause
Ah but how can any man act like you
With a wonderful wife like yours
You say that you've packed your bag
It must be a heavy load
You light yet another fag
And say its a long hard road
You say the wind is blowing you
To other distant shores
Ah but how can any man talk like you
With a wonderful wife like yours
You tell me that I can't see you problem
But I don't have to live with you to know
That she's a very beautiful young woman
And you're a fool if you can let her go