28 de Mayo 2006

A lady of a certain age

Sustituyendo a my obvlion de The Tindersticks, el grupo mejor vestido de toda la historia después de Il Divo, mi canción favorita de los últimos años esta maravilla de The Divine Comedy .

A lady of a certain age

Back in the day you had been part of the smart set
You’d holidayed with kings, dined out with starlets
From London to New York, Cap Ferrat to Capri
In perfume by Chanel, in clothes by Givenchy
You sipped Camparis with David and Vita
At Noel’s parties by Lake Geneva
Scaling the dizzy heights of high society
Armed only with a chequebook and a family tree

You chased the sun around the Côte d'Azur
Until the light of youth became obscure
And left you on your own and in the shade
An English lady of a certain age
And if a nice young man would buy you a drink
You’d say with a conspiratorial wink
You wouldn’t think that I was seventeen
And he’d say, ‘No - you couldn’t be.’

You had to marry someone very, very rich
So that you might be kept in the style to which
You had all of your life been accustomed to
But that the socialists had taxed away from you
You gave him children; a girl and a boy
To keep your sanity, a nanny was employed
And when the time came they were sent away
Well that was simply what you did in those days

You chased the sun around the Côte d'Azur
Until the light of youth became obscure
And left you on your own and in the shade
An English lady of a certain age
And if a nice young man would buy you a drink
You’d say with a conspiratorial wink
You wouldn’t think that I was sixty-three
And he’d say, ‘No - you couldn’t be.’

Your son’s in stocks and bonds and lives back in Surrey
Flies down once in a while, leaves in a hurry
Your daughter never finished her finishing school
Married a strange young man of whom you don’t approve
Your husband’s hollow heart gave out one Christmas day
He left the villa to his mistress in Marseilles
And so you come here to escape your little flat
Hoping someone will fill your glass and let you chat about how

You chased the sun around the Côte d'Azur
Until the light of youth became obscure
And left you all alone and in the shade
An English lady of a certain age
And if a nice young man would buy you a drink
You’d say with a conspiratorial wink
You wouldn’t think that I was fifty-three
And he’d say, ‘No - you couldn’t be.’

La decadencia elegante
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Posteado por jlamotta2 | 8:17 PM
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