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letra de still photo (live) - john wesley harding

[verse 1]
i saw you yesterday
i couldn’t let it be
i had to sift through broken glass
to find out if you’d missed me
all i found was a slow fade
and a gift-wrapped box of band aids
and a note that said, “i’m never coming home”

[verse 2]
beneath my single bed
everything’s haphazard
there’s boxes full of bits of you
none of them are numbered
when i search, it’s deja vu
things i think i knew
that i should have thrown away this time last year
[chorus]
every time i touch you
well, you move so slow
every time i touch you
well, you move so slow
and you’re still like your photo

[verse 3]
i heard me yesterday
repeating my own name
to convince myself
that none of us had changed
and now i’m walking round the grooves
of a record i lost when we moved
there’s dust and scratches mixed with all these tears

[chorus]
every time i touch you
well, you move so slow
every time i touch you
well, you move so slow
and you’re still like your photo
and you’re still like your photo

[bridge]
should we throw it all away?
the failed long shots through far distant styles
those forced smiles, those forced smiles
it started off so on the mark
but we missed by one million miles
[verse 4]
nothing has developed
this darkroom gets me down
i’d throw on all the lights
i’m afraid you’d come around
you’re living in a limbo h-ll
a life that’s only parallel
is the real you aware what’s going on?

[chorus]
every time i touch you
well, you move so slow
every time i touch you
well, you move so slow
and you’re still like your photo
and you’re still like your photo
and you’re still like your photo

[outro]
uh, i have two bits of advice for people just, any young bucks here tonight just starting off in the world of show business. one is, never leave your wallet in the dressing room. um, although i exempt that here, because i have my eye on my wallet very clearly here, it’s right there. i know, that is the dressing room, that’s the reason i have my eye on it. right. and um, and the other piece of advice is listen to this song. it’s the story of my career, from my new album. in fact, it’s not really the story of my career. it’s up to the line, it’s up to the word “abattoir.” it’s the truth up to the word “abattoir.” you don’t get many abattoirs in rock and roll lyrics.

uh, oh no, i’ll stand over here. that’s another thing i’d tell a young professional. sing towards the microphone.

- john wesley harding

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