The Girl With Red Hair, Freckles and An Upturned Nose
I met a girl once; more like noticed her I have to admit.
A girl with red hair, freckles and an upturned nose.
The girl with red hair, freckles and an upturned nose.
Oh; I noticed her.
Music can bring back memories for me.
If you want to make me sad; play:
«here comes the sun» or «while my guitar gentle weeps».
A LP my mother had; that reminds me of her death.
This story starts with a movie; The Big Chill.
A movie about a man who kills himself.
More comedy than drama.
Music that I love.
I sat there in the dark; noticing her.
One row in front of me; two seats to the left.
Good looking, crying.
I saw her hand wiping tears from her face.
A few weeks later, in a pub. Drinking with friends.
I overheard a group of girls, in the booth behind me.
Talking about music that they would:
Wish people would play for them.
A girl, the girl, touched my shoulder.
She asked what I would play for her:
I answered «baby stop crying».
Her group left; Looking at me, so did she.
I met her again; in a library.
She asked why; I would play «baby stop crying».
I told her about the first time I saw her.
We both had mothers that committed suicide.
I remember sitting side by side.
Sitting almost as one.
We went to a movie; sitting in the dark.
I don’t remember the movie; I remember her.
I was in love.
She was looking for a friend.
We helped each other through the night.
We each had Pandoras box; to handle.
I invited her home.
She stayed the night.
She invited me to Chistmas dinner.
The first time I was invited to her place.
A very small apartment.
Looking out: the city had slowed down.
Snow falling;like a B&W photograph.
It was warm inside; with her.
She had bought a chrismas tree.
A slender tree, left alone.
A tree left waiting.
A fitting tree; for her apartment.
I gave her a bottle of vine.
I gave her a single; «Fire», with Pointed Sister.
I gave her a LP; «Black and White».
I remember the record store; the seller wishing me good luck.
The christmas tree looked perfect in the morning light.
Santa Claus hat on top;
Red bra round its middle.
I hummed that morning.
You should have seen my face.
You should have seen my smile.
Walking home; knowing I would meet her again.
Humming along to the song «Slow Hand».
I still turn around;
When a girl with red hair,
Freckles or an upturned nose walks by.
I know I will never forget that tree; or her.
So play; please play:
“You can’t always get what you want”,
With The Rolling Stones, for me.
I will remember; getting what I needed.
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