Luba, The Baroness
(专辑: Blowin' Away - 1977)
Luba, it was only the
finest wine Means or no means Only the
finest place to dine Paris in the
sixties You had three sons Handsome husband by your side I
flirted with everyone Your husband, aging but vain With the
ladies was quite renowned Author of books made famous On his years in the
French Underground But you, Luba, the
Baroness It was really your blue blood No one could touch you with kid gloves And no one ever should And the
hands of little Julian Will guide you well Et le pere du petit Sebastian Vous attend dans le ceil The
youngest son Jerome Brighter than he could be Preferred the
darkened corners And was even a
little too young for me Tall and shy and crafty He was oh so scholarly then Got married later on Had a
child by the
name of Julian The
eldest Jean Francoise What a
mixture of sweetness and snobbery Milkfed by his mother On Russian aristocracy With wits like sabre through silk He was the
wisest one Married and remarried Had a
child by the
name of Sebastian And the
hands of little Julian Will guide you well Et le pere du petit Sebastian Vous attend dans le ceil Ah my sweet Christophe You were only seventeen First family dinners with the
gypsies Finger chimes and tambourines With candlelit eyes of experience Oh how you laughed at me As I
became rapidly foolish Under your gaze and on red burgundy In sixty-nine your father died I
saw you in the
years between Handsome, impetuous son of the
rich Taking care of your mother, the
queen And you are married now as well It was inevitable Three day wedding in the
south of France To an angel named Annabelle Recently I
was in France I
called you on the
phone Caught racing back through memories Luba was at home Her voice sounded quite the
same As we touched on the
amenities Suddenly it fell and shattered Like a
thousand broken tiffanies In November Jean Francoise died We were all there by his side Sorry, darling, that I
cried It's hard to keep these things inside Where are you staying and how's your son? No, we hardly told anyone How long are you here, are you with someone? Hold it, I'll put Christophe on the
phone Ah my sweet Christophe Same damn voice Hell of a
way to become the
eldest son It's true you had no choice And you and Annabelle You must take care of her Yes, I'll be over later on And I'll bring my guitar While going through things afterward A
letter she wrote and never sent A
single phrase stood out to you These are the
words and how it went... And the
hands of little Julian Will guide you well Et le pere du petit Sebastian Nous attend dans le ceil