This was the story of my life for a time back in 1984.
Even now, years on, happily married to someone else, I get goosepimples when I hear the lyrics. The bit about the Sunday fathers (or Saturday in my case) is so so true.
What a gift to be able to express tragic experience in as beautiful and concise a form as this!
This was the story of my life for a time back in 1984.
Even now, years on, happily married to someone else, I get goosepimples when I hear the lyrics. The bit about the Sunday fathers (or Saturday in my case) is so so true.
What a gift to be able to express tragic experience in as beautiful and concise a form as this!