Still Photo (Live)

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John Wesley Harding - Pop

Still Photo (Live)

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[Verse 1] I saw you yesterday I couldn't let it be I had to sift through broken glass To find out if you'd missed me All I found was a slow fade And a gift-wrapped box of band aids And a note that said, "I'm never coming home" [Verse 2] Beneath my single bed Everything's haphazard There's boxes full of bits of you None of them are numbered When I search, it's deja vu Things I think I knew That I should have thrown away this time last year [Chorus] Every time I touch you Well, you move so slow Every time I touch you Well, you move so slow And you're still like your photo [Verse 3] I heard me yesterday Repeating my own name To convince myself That none of us had changed And now I'm walking round the grooves Of a record I lost when we moved There's dust and scratches mixed with all these tears [Chorus] Every time I touch you Well, you move so slow Every time I touch you Well, you move so slow And you're still like your photo And you're still like your photo [Bridge] Should we throw it all away? The failed long shots through far distant styles Those forced smiles, those forced smiles It started off so on the mark But we missed by one million miles [Verse 4] Nothing has developed This darkroom gets me down I'd throw on all the lights I'm afraid you'd come around You're living in a limbo hell A life that's only parallel Is the real you aware what's going on? [Chorus] Every time I touch you Well, you move so slow Every time I touch you Well, you move so slow And you're still like your photo And you're still like your photo And you're still like your photo [Outro] Uh, I have two bits of advice for people just, any young bucks here tonight just starting off in the world of show business. One is, never leave your wallet in the dressing room. Um, although I exempt that here, because I have my eye on my wallet very clearly here, it's right there. I know, that is the dressing room, that's the reason I have my eye on it. Right. And um, and the other piece of advice is listen to this song. It's the story of my career, from my new album. In fact, it's not really the story of my career. It's up to the line, it's up to the word "abattoir." It's the truth up to the word "abattoir." You don't get many abattoirs in rock and roll lyrics.  Uh, oh no, I'll stand over here. That's another thing I'd tell a young professional. Sing towards the microphone.

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  • John Wesley Harding