I love the songs of Amanda McBroom.
There's a certain street-smartness,
a certain worldly wisdom,
a certain studied casualness,
a certain abandon,
She has got a voice wonderfully suited to express the feelings experienced by those during the ups and downs of life of those her songs are about.
Above all, she sings not just with her voice,
She sings with her heart.
"Crimes of the heart" tells the story of a middle aged woman falling madly in love with a man young enough to be her son.
I read in the news recently that a 50 year-old lady clerk in a legal firm whose proprietor I know had been sentenced for embezzzling more than $2 million to support her lover, a young barrister.
There's a certain street-smartness,
a certain worldly wisdom,
a certain studied casualness,
a certain abandon,
She has got a voice wonderfully suited to express the feelings experienced by those during the ups and downs of life of those her songs are about.
Above all, she sings not just with her voice,
She sings with her heart.
"Crimes of the heart" tells the story of a middle aged woman falling madly in love with a man young enough to be her son.
I read in the news recently that a 50 year-old lady clerk in a legal firm whose proprietor I know had been sentenced for embezzzling more than $2 million to support her lover, a young barrister.
"Crimes Of The Heart"
We were drinking whiskey, we were talking men
She'd never see the sunny side of forty-two again
She was in love with a boy of twenty-nine
This was something new, what could she do
What should she do?
She made her burn like fire, made her drunk like wine
No one else had loved her oh, for such a long, long time
She was afraid it was moving way too fast, the die was cast
How could this last?
It was a crime of the heart
We all know that love's insane from the start
Where there's passion, there is pain
What do we gain, committing crimes of the heart
He was crazy jealous of everyone she met
Suspicious of the little things that hadn't happened yet
He devoured every minute of her time, she didn't mind
After all, young love's always blind
It was a crime of the heart
We all know that love's insane form the start
Where there's passion, there is pain
What do we gain, committing crimes of the heart
Funny how tomorrows turn into yesterdays
Funny how a mirror never lies
Somehow the hands of time turn back the other way
Every time I look into his eyes
The night was half-past over, time for going home
She said she'd rather walk, she needed time to be alone
When you're living your love from day to day
Somtimes tomorrow
Is the price you have to pay
For these crimes of the heart
We all know that love's insane from the start
Where there's passion, there is pain
And love is what we gain, committing crimes of the heart
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