Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lonnie, artist - Godley & Creme. Album song Ismism, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 18.10.1981
Record label: Polydor Ltd. (UK)
Song language: English
Lonnie |
Lonnie Garamond was disturbed by the face |
That looked back at him from the bathroom mirror |
He looked older than he remembered |
It was as if all forty-two years of his life |
Had suddenly leap frogged over each other |
And crash landed in his face |
He was middle-aged and the truth hit him |
Like a man with no parachute |
The eyes were golfballs |
The skin hung on his face like a cheap suit |
And the trapdoor of greasy black frizz |
That he combed from one side of his head to the other |
To hide his baldness |
In reality emphasized it |
It was 2:30 in the morning Nov. 22nd 1963 |
And Lonnie couldn’t sleep |
Lonnie took a last look at the face |
And popped another sleeping tablet |
Under his sandpaper tongue |
And slipped into a cold, dark sleep |
The last thing Lonnie saw |
Before his eyes finally closed |
Was his camera watching him |
From the other side of the Motel room |
But the camera wasn’t loaded yet |
Lonnie Garamond was a loser |
Lonnie Garamond was a loser |
Lonnie Garamond was a loser |
And he really hated being that |
Lonnie’s body clock woke him at 8:30 sharp |
He stabbed a button by his bed |
And the TV crackled into life |
Showing the crowds already gathering |
In Dealy Plaza |
He showered, shaved, and slipped into an Ivy League jacket |
And brown slacks and loaded the camera |
The Stetson put the icing on the southern cake |
And he headed for the parking lot |
Leaving the key behind in his room |
He knew he wouldn’t be coming back |
Lonnie Garamond was a loser |
Lonnie Garamond was a loser |
Lonnie Garamond was a loser |
And he really hated being that |
Lonnie parked the Buick and ran down Pacific St |
It was 12.15 and he wanted to be outside |
The Texas School Book Depository |
Before the motorcade came down Elm St |
He elbowed his way through a group of good ol' boys |
And stood next to a kid in a wheelchair |
Waving a Confederate flag |
He took off the lens cap |
And lit his first cigarette for two years |
He checked the focus one last time |
And blew a smoke ring |
Into the blue Dallas heat haze |
He ground the Lucky Strike under the heel of his boot |
And calmly squeezed off three shots |
Lonnie put the camera back into its case |
And melted into the panic |
Lonnie Garamond was a loser |
Lonnie Garamond was a loser |
Lonnie Garamond was a loser |
And he really hated being that |