Labelled With Love
Squeeze
De B-kant bestaat uit:
B1 Take Me I'm Yours
B2 Cool For Cats
B3 Up The Junction
B4 Is That Love
B5 Pulling Mussels (From The Shell)
B6 Another Nail In My Heart
B7 Slap & Tickle
B8 Goodbye Girl
Artiest
Titel A-kant
Labelled With Love
Lengte A-kant
4:44
Componist(en) A-kant
Tilbrook, Difford
Producer(s) A-kant
Roger Bechirian, Elvis Costello
Titel B-kant
Squabs On Forty Fab (Take Me I'm Yours / Cool For Cats / Up The Junction / Is That Love / Pulling Mussels (From The Shell) / Another Nail In My Heart / Slap & Tickle / Goodbye Girl)
Lengte B-kant
4:45
Componist(en) B-kant
Tilbrook, Difford
Producer(s) B-kant
Squeeze
Platenlabel
A&M
Catalogusnr
AMS 9181
Hoogste positie UK
4
Album
East Side Story
Tipparade
Songtekst
She unscrews the top of her new whisky bottle
And shuffles around in her candle-lit hovel
Like some kind of witch with blue fingers in mittens
She smells like the cat and the neighbours she sickens
The black and white T.V. has long seen a picture
The cross on the wall is a permanent fixture
The postman delivers the final reminders
She sells of the silver and poodles in china
Drinks to remember I, me and myself
Winds up the clock and knocks dust from the shelf
Home is a love that I miss very much
So the past has been bottled and labelled with love
During the wartime an American pilot
Made every air-raid a time of excitement
She moved to his prairie and married the Texan
She learnt from a distance how love was a lesson
He became drinker and she became mother
She knew that one day she'd be one or the other
He ate himself older and drank himself dizzy
Proud of her features she kept herself pretty
Drinks to remember I, me and myself
Winds up the clock and knocks dust from the shelf
Home is a love that I miss very much
So the past has been bottled and labelled with love
He like a cowboy died drunk in a slumber
Out on the porch in the middle of summer
She crossed the ocean back home to her family
But they had retired to roads that were sandy
She moved home alone without friends or relations
Lived in a world full of age reservations
On moth-eaten armchairs, she'd say that she'd sod-all
The friends who had left her to drink from the bottle
Drinks to remember I, me and myself
Winds up the clock and knocks dust from the shelf
Home is a love that I miss very much
So the past has been bottled and labelled with love
Drinks to remember I, me and myself
Winds up the clock and knocks dust from the shelf
Home is a love that I miss very much
So the past has been bottled and labelled with love
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