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She unscrews the top from her new whiskey bottle
Shuffles about in her candle lit hovel
Like some kind of witch with blue fingers and mittens
She smells like a cat and the neighbors she sickens
Black and white TV has long seen a picture
The cross on the wall is a permanent fixture
The postman delivers the final reminders
She sells off her silver and poodles and in china
Drinks to remember, I me and myself
And winds up the clock and knocks dust from the shelf
Home is a love that I miss very much
So the past has been bottled and labelled with love
During the wartime and American pilot
Made every air-raid a time of excitement
She moved to his prairie and married a Texan
She looked from a distance our love was a lesson
He became drinker and she became mother
She knew that one day she'd be one or the other
He ate himself older drunk himself dizzy
Proud of her features she kept herself pretty
Drinks to remember, I me and myself
And winds up the clock and knocks dust from the shelf
Home is a love that I miss very much
So the past has been bottled and labelled with love
He like a cowboy died drunk in a slumber
Out on the porch in the middle of summer
She crossed the ocean back home to her family
But they had retired to roads that were sandy
She moved home alone without friends or relations
Lived in a world full of age reservations
A moth eaten object she'd say that she'd sod all her friends
Who had left her to drink from her bottle
Drinks to remember, I me and myself
And winds up the clock and knocks dust from the shelf
Home is a love that I miss very much
So the past has been bottled and labelled with love
Drinks to remember, I me and myself
And winds up the clock and knocks dust from the shelf
Home is a love that I miss very much
So the past has been bottled and labelled with love
The past has been bottled and labelled with love
The past has been bottled and labelled with love
Shuffles about in her candle lit hovel
Like some kind of witch with blue fingers and mittens
She smells like a cat and the neighbors she sickens
Black and white TV has long seen a picture
The cross on the wall is a permanent fixture
The postman delivers the final reminders
She sells off her silver and poodles and in china
And winds up the clock and knocks dust from the shelf
Home is a love that I miss very much
So the past has been bottled and labelled with love
Made every air-raid a time of excitement
She moved to his prairie and married a Texan
She looked from a distance our love was a lesson
He became drinker and she became mother
She knew that one day she'd be one or the other
He ate himself older drunk himself dizzy
Proud of her features she kept herself pretty
And winds up the clock and knocks dust from the shelf
Home is a love that I miss very much
So the past has been bottled and labelled with love
Out on the porch in the middle of summer
She crossed the ocean back home to her family
But they had retired to roads that were sandy
She moved home alone without friends or relations
Lived in a world full of age reservations
A moth eaten object she'd say that she'd sod all her friends
Who had left her to drink from her bottle
And winds up the clock and knocks dust from the shelf
Home is a love that I miss very much
So the past has been bottled and labelled with love
And winds up the clock and knocks dust from the shelf
Home is a love that I miss very much
So the past has been bottled and labelled with love
The past has been bottled and labelled with love
The past has been bottled and labelled with love
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No idea where they got the lyrics for the chorus from but, "I made it myself the chimes of the clock and the dust from the shelf" is totally wrong. It should be "I, me and myself, and winds up the clock, and knocks dust from the shelf"
@GD1966 of course you are right, I remember this song being released and those are the words I heard - long before th'interweb or google
@GD1966 of course you are right, I remember this song being released and those are the words I heard - long before th'interweb or google
I've laboured under the misapprehension for years that the first line of the chorus should end in "I, me and myself"!
Aside to that, another interesting song fact is that it very nearly didnt make the album cut. They didnt want to put it out on the album because of the country feel of it.
Had it not been for Elvis Costello's persistence and insistence and cajoling as the producer of the album, it wouldnt have made the cut.
@stevehunt1 I believe that you are right about the lyrics. "Drinks to remember I, me and myself. Winds up the clock and knocks dust from the shelf." Some other lyrics here appear to be incorrect too.
@stevehunt1 I believe that you are right about the lyrics. "Drinks to remember I, me and myself. Winds up the clock and knocks dust from the shelf." Some other lyrics here appear to be incorrect too.
@stevehunt1 -- You're correct on that line, and as sue1015418 points out, there are other errors as well.
@stevehunt1 -- You're correct on that line, and as sue1015418 points out, there are other errors as well.
This song is pure poetry. Nevermind the comments about it being cliche. This song far exceeds and country western song heard in the last 40 years. It's brilliant and I give Squeeze great respect for placing it on their album despite reservations. It was a hit in the UK. I actually never heard it until recently being from the USA.
"She learned from a distance how love was a lesson." I mean, how brilliant is that?
There's a few mistakes in these lyrics. Not sure where they got them from.... It should be "moth Eaten armchair, she'd say she had sod all, the friends who had left her to drink from the bottle". And something else wrong is the chorus should be..... "Drinks to remember I me and myself, and winds up the clock and knocks dust from the shelf"! If you're going to put lyrics up at least try to get them right!!!
@Mikkin59 I know this is a three year old conversation but I thought exactly the same. \r\nProbably be an idea to check you have the correct lyrics before listing them! \r\n\r\nIt reminded me of when I was a younger and my parents had bought the record ‘Lucille’ by Kenny Rogers and I thought some of the lyrics were, \r\n“You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille, four hundred children and a crop in the field”\r\nI later learned the line is actually\r\n“Four hungry children” which of course makes much more sense, but thankfully I never listed my version anywhere on...
@Mikkin59 I know this is a three year old conversation but I thought exactly the same. \r\nProbably be an idea to check you have the correct lyrics before listing them! \r\n\r\nIt reminded me of when I was a younger and my parents had bought the record ‘Lucille’ by Kenny Rogers and I thought some of the lyrics were, \r\n“You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille, four hundred children and a crop in the field”\r\nI later learned the line is actually\r\n“Four hungry children” which of course makes much more sense, but thankfully I never listed my version anywhere on the internet.\r\n(I just thought maybe the guy ran an orphanage or something)????
This song is every old Country music cliche' wrapped up iinto a charming litle package. Angsty and melodramatic, with tongue held firmly in cheek.
This song, which is Squeeze's only country sonf, pretty much contains every possible cliche of country songs. That said, it's a pretty good song, and an even better drinking song (like most Squeeze songs are it seems).
The "Mull of Kintyre" of the eighties. Truly emetic.