Your ONE all time favorite love song?


For me it's "The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face" by Roberta Flack, from her CD "Softly with These Songs, the Best of Roberta Flack", on Atlantic. I'm looking for LOVE SONGS. Thanks and Cheers. Craig
garfish
First rock i was ever exposed to....you will not find a more complete and challenging piece of music anywhere.

TOM WAITS - not your typical love song for sure but it just wastes me. I always need recovery time after I hear it.

(The last line - phew...get ready) The lyrics weren't written down for me so I used quotes and breaks where I thought they made sense.

"MARTHA" - by TOM WAITS

"Operator, number please, it's been so many years."

Will she remember my old voice while i fight the tears?

"Hello, hello there is this Martha, this is old Tom Frost. I am calling long distance dont worry about the cost. Cause it's been 40 years or more now Martha please recall... meet me out for coffee where we'll talk about it all."

Those were days of roses, poetry and prose and Martha
all I had was you and all you had was me.
There were no tomorrows we packed away our sorrows and we saved them for a rainy day.

"I feel so much older now, you're much older too.
A house a husband, how's your kids? You know that I got married to?

"Your lucky that you found someone to make you feel secure. We were all so young and foolish, now we are mature."

And those were days of roses, poetry and prose and Martha all I had was you and all you had was me. There was no tomorrow, packed away our sorrows and we saved them for a rainy day.

"And I was always so impulsive, I guess that I still am. All that really mattered then was that I was a Man.
I guess that our being together was never meant to be.

"Martha?
Martha?

"I love you can't you see?"

And..those were days of roses, poetry and prose and Martha all I had was you and all you had was me.

There were no tomorrows, we packed away our sorrows and we saved them for a rainy day.

"And I remember
quiet evenings
trembling close to you."

END SONG

Add Waits' voice and instrumentation and damn it, you have to carry me to bed weeping. Every time. That part was very hard to explain when this came on the jukebox in a divvy little gin joint in the East Village. Never go back there again. Geez...