This was probably the first English song I ever heard. So it will always have a special memory for me. That of my father and the HMV record player that we have (Yes, it still works). And childhood and the showcase which had the player and more...
It's probably not the type of music you will frequently find in this blog. But what the heck. I remembered it today and dug it out from the net. It has this nice rhythm to it. I'm hearing it after ages and I still like it.
Standing in that silent hall waitin' for that final call Says he doesn't love me anymore Shaking hands I pack a bag Trembling voice I call a cab Slowly I start walking to the door The cab arrives he blows his horn I stumble out at in the early morn Tell him of the place I've got to go Cared a hundred signal lights paid her bills and a traffic fine Gettin' through these doors that's been so slow
LA International Airport... Where the big jet engines roar LA International Airport... I won't see him anymore
Stewardess in a miniskirt A hippie in a leather shirt I started on the way to Naples, Rome While I'm wondering where it's at I see a Paris diplomat College kids are trying to get back home Baggage car goes quickly by See my face and I start to cry Stumble to the lounge to be alone And while I'm trying to get some rest I bite my lips and try my best To fight the pain that's making me leave home
LA International Airport...
With silver wings across the sky Paper trails and wave goodbye To those below who've got to stay at home I wish that I had flown at night So I could take that champagne flight Rid myself of every tear I own Soaring high above the heaven in a 747 Fighting back the tears that curse my eyes Captain's voice so loud and clear amplifies into my ear Assuring me I'm flying friendly skies
LA International Airport...
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