My Song Videos - 3
Instrumental
Instrumental - Cover of Fleetwood Mac's 'Jigsaw Puzzle Blues' written by Danny Kirwan
I’ve travelled a long way, and gathered a heavy load.
It’s only by looking back I see it was the wrong road.
But there’s a feeling I’ve had for years, it never left me somehow.
That the past is always there, it’s just another country now.
If I could go back there, things would feel the same.
I’d throw down my heavy load: the years would fall away.
I’m going back home, where I can smell the sea.
Where the seagulls fly, and where I left me.
‘Gonna go back home, where I can be free,
To a place where I can make sense of my memories.
And where I can stop being what everyone wants me to be.
‘Feel I’m watching my life unfold from behind a TV screen,
And all I can do is stare; no one can hear me scream.
I refused to be like everyone else and join their pantomime,
I chose to be an outsider, that was my only crime.
I’m not going to explain or apologise,
My race is almost run, I don’t have much time.
‘Gotta go back home, where I can smell the sea.
Where the seagulls fly, and where I left me.
‘Gonna go back home, where I can set myself free,
To a place where I can make sense of all my memories,
And where I can stop being what everyone wants me to be.
Please don’t linger on the landing, come on in to me, my dear.
Let’s renew our understanding, bring that bottle over here.
We’re holed up in the mansion while your old man is in town,
Talking hedging and expansion to placate those Wall Street clowns.
Nowadays we go dark places; even I become alarmed.
What I need to really face is that you’re doing me great harm.
Should I risk your sharp displeasure? Will you order me to go?
If I kneel and say, confessing, “I’m a jaded gigolo.”
You always called me big boy, I am Ronnie to your friends.
I am charming and disarming, the fiesta never ends.
But my fabric now is faded and the threads begin to show,
No fresh options to be traded by a jaded gigolo.
I had the karma of a charmer, sent to meet your powder man.
With my dark skin as an armour and my streetwise eyes on scan.
But now Carlito’s gone financing condo scams in Panama.
No more evenings line dancing with your friends etcetera.
You always called me big boy, etc.
I’ve worked hard for your pleasure: I gave you a good time.
But nothing lasts forever babe, it’s now time to draw a line.