Little Lucy listened as I told her a tale about a Jack and a Jill and a hill and a pail and the hazards of walking around wearing the wrong shoes
Little Lucy laughed as I flopped and I fell
Spilling my pride and the water as well
And when I hit the bottom she was saying something 'bout my shoes
It was the time of our life on a mountain of truth
Swearing our love
Wearing our youth
Little lovely Lucy the Latin lover and the Lute
Little Lucy loved when I'd sing and I'd strum
I'd play her my songs and along she would hum
and when I'd start to whistle she'd pucker up and do the same
Little Lucy lingers in my heart and my mind
When I get the blues I just think of a time we were walking along, saying something 'bout my shoes
There was the love of my life on a mountain of truth
Swearing our love
Wearing our youth
Little lovely Lucy the Latin lover and the Lute
It was the time of our lives on a mountain of truth
Swearing our love
Wearing our youth
Little Lovely Lucy the Latin Lover and the Lute
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Albino Guimaraes Vocals, Bass & Acoustic Guitars
Joe Boyle Electric Guitars
Bill Holloman Horns & Keyboards
Jon Peckman Drums
Behind The Song...
Little Lovely Lucy, The Latin Lover and The Lute
Not sure where this one, with the unlikely title, came from. I never knew anyone named Lucy, nor am I a Latin Lover, nor have ever played a Lute. I did go to a Renaissance Fair once and I of course would love to be considered as a “Renaissance Man”, as long as I would not be required to play a Lute. The Lute is a deal breaker. I will leave that for Sting. But wait, you know what is worse than a Lute? A Dulcimer! I HATE those far worse than a Lute (no offense Jon Peckman). Don’t like Banjos either... so there you have it... you will never see me play a Lute, a Dulcimer or a Banjo.
But I digress... I do know the concept of this song was built upon the story of Jack and Jill as applied to a doomed love affair... what did they have in that pail you ask? Why their love and a future of course.... Damn spilled it. They say don’t cry over spilled milk. Should one cry over spilled love? Certainly.
I also used the Jack and Jill concept during the bridge of “You’re Not Alone In This Mess”
My hearts a pail, my crown is frail
and I feel like I’m headed for the spill
It is such common lyrical references and similar content that, in my opinion, holds the songs in this collection together and makes them feel as if they are a documentary soundtrack. They are not, but who am I to say... as with any good fiction, it can better represent reality than reality in most cases.