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LABELLED WITH LOVE (Christopher Difford / Glenn Tilbrook) as recorded by Squeeze 1981 She unscrews the top of her new whisky bottle, Shuffles about in her candle lit hovel. Like some kind of witch with blue fingers and mittens, She smells like a cat and the neighbours she sickens! Black and white TV has long seen a picture, The cross on the wall is a permanent fixture. The postman delivers the final reminders, She sells off her silver and poodles in china. Drinks to remember, I me and myself, And winds up the clock and knocks dust on the shelf. Home is a love that I miss very much, Though the past has been bottled and labelled with love! During the wartime an American pilot Made every air raid a time of excitement. She moved to his prairie and married a Texan, She loves from a distance, our love was a lesson! He became drinker and she became mother, She knew that one day she'd be one or the other! He ate himself older, drunk himself dizzy; Proud of her features, she kept herself pretty! Drinks to remember, I me and myself, And winds up the clock and knocks dust on the shelf. Home is a love that I miss very much, Though the past has been bottled and labelled with love! He, like a cowboy, died drunk in a slumber, Out on the porch in the middle of summer. She crossed the ocean, back home to her family, But they had retired to roads that were sandy. She moved home alone, without friends or relations, Lived in a world full of age reservations. A moth-eaten object, she'd say that she'd sod all, To friends who had left her to drink from the bottle! Drinks to remember, I me and myself, And winds up the clock and knocks dust on the shelf. Home is a love that I miss very much, Though the past has been bottled and labelled with love! Drinks to remember, I me and myself, Winds up the clock and knocks dust on the shelf. Home is a love that I miss very much, Though the past has been bottled and labelled with love, The past has been bottled and labelled with love, The past has been bottled and labelled with love! (Transcribed by Peter Akers - August 2020)

    





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