Chance

It is purely by chance (no pun intended here) I found that had life not been so hard on Stuart Adamson, he would have turned 60 on 11th April, last week. So I wanted to honour his memory with a song that's always got under my skin and gave me goosebumps. I'd already done so a couple of years ago, but that may not have been the right time and then, hearing this song again after some British friend on a forum mentioned about it compelled me with the desire to shout my indignation to the world about the tragic death (right his early forties) of such a charming and lively man I had the chance to meet while he was still alive (yes, you guessed right: I'm still one of yours — well, at least, I think so). Don't know why, I never knew him personally, yet it affects me greatly. A bit like I caught some of his pain lingering on. Surely “life's both wonderful and cruel” (dixit my favourite French band Indochine) and the cost of fame is sometimes too high for some. Rest in peace, Stu.

Ey@el

All the rain came down
On a cold new town
As he carried you away
From your father's hand
That always seemed like a fist,
Reaching out to make you pay.

He came like a hero from the factory floor
With the sun and moon as gifts,
But the only son you ever saw
Were the two he left you with.

Oh Lord where did the feeling go?
Oh Lord I never felt so low.

Now the skirts hang so heavy around your head
That you never knew you were young,
Because you played chance with a lifetime's romance
And the price was far too long.

Oh Lord where did the feeling go?
Oh Lord I never felt so low.

Oh Lord where did the feeling go?
Oh Lord I never felt so low.

Oh Lord where did the feeling go?
Oh Lord I never felt so low.

Oh Lord where did the feeling go?
Oh Lord I never felt so low.

Oh Lord where did the feeling go?
Oh Lord I never felt so low.

Original text by STUART ADAMSON
© La Pensine Mutine. All rights reserved. Reproduction prohibited.

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