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The Trial of a Century Lyrics
Wasn't having it all that day
Having thought I was there is fine
Don't know what can be hard to say
That's a sign of a better time
You know now
The hours that go in front of me
Remind it how it used to be
And you down in the grass with me
The hours of choking century
I blame you
I thank you
Wasn't fit to have you
But I will never run and hide
I don't feel so bad
And then I will not apologize
I am fit to hang
And in the falling rain
And I meant to make it out tonight
The hours that go in front of me
Remind it how it used be
And you down in the grass with me
The hours of choking century
I blame you
I thank you
Yeah, you come to mind
Having thought I was there is fine
Don't know what can be hard to say
That's a sign of a better time
You know now
Remind it how it used to be
And you down in the grass with me
The hours of choking century
I thank you
But I will never run and hide
I don't feel so bad
And then I will not apologize
And in the falling rain
And I meant to make it out tonight
Remind it how it used be
And you down in the grass with me
The hours of choking century
I thank you
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The "I blame you. I thank you." kills me everytime. I adore this song.
Stanford White (November 9, 1853 — June 25, 1906) was an American architect and partner in the architectural firm of McKim, Mead, and White, the frontrunner among Beaux-Arts firms. He designed a long series of houses for the rich and the very rich, and various public, institutional, and religious buildings. His design principles embodied the "American Renaissance". In 1906 White was murdered by millionaire Harry Thaw, leading to a widely-reported trial.
During the suggestive chorus song, "I Could Love a Million Girls," at the premiere performance of the musical revue Mam'zelle Champagne at the Madison Square Roof Garden (a building that White had designed 15 years previously), White was shot point blank in the face and killed by Harry Kendall Thaw. Thaw was the jealous millionaire husband of Evelyn Nesbit, a popular actress and artist's model, with whom White had a manipulative and sexual relationship when she was 16 (to his 47). The initial reaction was one of good cheer as elaborate party tricks amongst the upper echelon of New York Society were common at the time. However, when it became apparent that White was dead, hysteria ensued. William Randolph Hearst's newspapers sensationalized the murder, and it became known as the Trial of the Century.
White was noted for his womanizing; he had a red velvet swing installed in an apartment where Nesbit and other girls "in varying degrees of undress" would entertain him, which became a focal point of press coverage of the trial. There are conflicting accounts of whether this swing was in the "Giralda" tower at the old Madison Square Garden, or in a nearby building on 24th Street.
@MOGottlieb i can't see why this is relatable to the lyrics' song.
@MOGottlieb i can't see why this is relatable to the lyrics' song.
Ah, my favorite French Kicks song.
such a good song.
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Wasn't having it all that day Having thought it was then is fine Don't know what can be hard to say, Oh oh oh Thats the sound of a better time You know now
And the hours they go in front of me Remind it how it used to be And you down in the grass with me The hours of choking century I blame you I thank you I blame you
Wasn't fit to have you But I will never run and hide I dont feel so bad and then I Will not apologize I'm fit to hang out in the falling rain But I'm meant to make it out tonight
And the hours they go in front of me Remind it how it used to be And you down in the grass with me The hours of choking century I blame you I thank you I blame you I thank you
Yeah you come to mind Yeah you come to mind Yeah you come to mind Yeah you come to mind
Yeah you come to mind Yeah you come to mind Yeah you come to mind Yeah you come to mind