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Is it me or are rockers getting older ? This is a story of a singer who is the wrong side of forty and who plays a town he once played before...............
One More
It was just another show,
another lonely town on the road,
another night in a cheap motel room,
just to pay the taxman what he's owed.
I've been in this music game,
for nigh on thirty years,
sang my way through the heartache,
sang my way through the tears.
Had a few hits along the way,
I was nearly a rock and roll star,
but nearly is a long way to go,
and nearly is so very, very far.
And I was back in familiar territory,
I had played this town many years before,
this was going to be my last show here,
I wasn't going to come back this way anymore.
I've formed the band once again,
aging and up and coming wannabees,
some playing to forget, some just playing,
and some just playing as you please.
The acoustic nightmare was only half filled,
I don't pack them out these days,
and you can't see the expectant faces,
through the darkened and smoke filled haze.
We opened up our set,
with a "what was that called" tune,
no one was dancing that early,
not enough alcohol, it was way too soon.
Had a few hits along the way,
I was nearly a rock and roll star,
but nearly is a long way to go,
and nearly is so very, very far.
I looked up to see a lady dancing,
middle aged, but not bad for this place,
she was looking into my eyes,
there was something familiar about her face.
She was dancing with a younger girl,
I guessed she could be her child,
a beautiful mover, a pretty face,
she was exciting and kind of wild.
They both looked at me then,
and something stirred way deep inside,
I looked straight into their eyes,
and I had no place left to hide.
And then it all came back to me,
in the middle of the second verse,
like some ancient prophecy,
like some long forgotten curse.
You see, it was twenty years ago,
same town, a much younger crowd,
then we played our music sassy,
we played it proud and kind'a loud.
And she was just another groupie,
just another small town one night stand,
one of the few perks on the road,
that's what you get in a rock 'n roll band.
We did what we had to do,
we partied way into the night,
I moved on the very next day,
out of town and out of sight.
But the seed had been sown,
all those long, long years ago,
and the fruit of our furtive loving,
was centre stage in the middle of the show !
Had a few hits along the way,
I was nearly a rock and roll star,
but nearly is a long way to go,
and nearly is so very, very far.
So I'd like to write a happy ending,
but some things are just not meant to be,
because there's no anchor on this boat,
and this sailor has spent his life all at sea.
Of course, they came back stage,
but my daughter didn't know her Dad,
and her Mum had never told her,
because it was a love that we never had.
And life and the songs go on,
just like they have done before,
but now when I sing of the loneliness,
now I'm singing for just one more.
Copyright Allen Jesson :) 2001
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