I can’t be bothered thinking and hence I will let someone do it for me. This is a piece of Justin Currie’s irony and oxymoronicity at its best.
“Still In Love”
Lovers leave their traces
like jets across the sky
They find in all those faces,
lines they recognize
My keepsakes have their places
At the back of a drawer
Or slipped between pages
and stuck on a shelf
But I’m still in love
I’m still in love
I’m still in love
With nothing but myself
Yes, sometimes I remember
The way they signed their names
And always in December,
I feel some kind of shame
The heart, it stays so tender
I reminisce like a hangman
wishing his prisoners well
But I’m still in love
I’m still in love
I’m still in love
With nothing but myself
And I know their mother’s ages
And I know all the stories so well
And I know I’ll see their faces
in Hell
So wipe away their traces
Blow the dust off of the shelf
Because I’m still in love
I’m still in love
I’m still in love
With nothing but myself
Here’s a video, but you should listen to the album arrangement, which has some organ and strings and is a really touching arrangement. I heard Currie do this on the Abbey Road Live series when I’d never heard of him, and this song blew me over. How he isn’t topping the charts is beyond me.
Funny you love this song so much….I mean, it’s a pretty dreary tune from a guy who has written so many great great songs. Not that I don’t love it though. He wrote the best break up album ever with What is Love For.
I like dreary tunes. Up-tempo tunes are everywhere, you can’t avoid them, but give me a good case of existential anxiety any day. And it’s in 3/4, which all the best songs are in.
I am a Paisley boy of that generation. A strong ironic sense of humour does help if you grew up in that place back then. I left early just before my first world was utterly demolished during slum clearance in the early 70′s.