My First Wife (1)

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  • Status: Unreleased
  • First played live: Late '86 / early '87


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It was a summer's day; a real summer's day
The sky was perfectly blue
And the trees rustled slightly
Each one gripping us into its cool shade
Each breath was like a mouthful of warm syrup
As we made our way up the steep stoney path
Swaying slightly
Drunk on the sun

At the bottom of the bank there was a stream
And when we laid beneath the trees and greenery
It was like lowering ourselves into dark (??) pools
The sun broke through the leaves in patches
And shone through the materal of your dress
Casting tiny rows of shadows on your body

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And no leaves on the trees
I should forget it all
And no one,
No one can live on love for more than one year

The sun shone through the trees
And through the dress she wore
Her legs were long and bare
Her mouth was soft and warm
But that was years ago
It's just a memory
It's just that thing in time
To tell your friends about

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  • There are two different songs from around 1987 called My First Wife. This is the more obscure of the two and is not the version that was released on the Oozing Through the Ozone Layer cassette - details about that version can be found here.

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