#48 Perfect Skin

#48 Perfect Skin – Lloyd Cole and The Commotions

A beautiful, clever song from Lloyd Cole.  I vacillated between this track and ‘Lost Weekend’, both of which are  head and shoulders above anything else he wrote. Aside from the fact  that he’s English (from Buxton – I’d always assumed he was from America – he lives there with his American wife), I couldn’t unearth even a single interesting fact about him – sorry.

Lyrics

i choose my friends only far too well
i’m up on the pavement, they’re all down in the cellar
with their government grants and my i.q.
they brought me down to size, academia blues

louise is a girl, i know her well
she’s up on the pavement, yes she’s a weather girl
and i’m staying up here so i may be undone
she’s inappropriate, but then she’s much more fun and

when she smiles my way
my eyes go out in vain
she’s got perfect skin

shame on you, you’ve got no sense of grace, shame on me
ah just in case i might come to a conclusion
other than that which is absolutely necessary
and that’s perfect skin

louise is the girl with the perfect skin
she says turn on the light, otherwise it can’t be seen
she’s got cheekbones like geometry and eyes like sin
and she’s sexually enlightened by cosmopolitan and

when she smiles my way
my eyes go out in vain
for her perfect skin
yeah that’s perfect skin

she takes me down to the basement to look at her slides
of her family life, pretty weird at times
at the age of ten she looked like greta garbo
and i loved her then, but how was she to know that

when she smiles my way
my eyes go out in vain
she’s got perfect skin

up eight flights of stairs to her basement flat
pretty confused huh, being shipped around like that
seems we climbed so high now we’re down so low
strikes me the moral of this song must be there never has been one
speedboat

julie said we drink far too much coffee
wine and cigarettes and we never get no sleep
i first met them at a riverboat party
both of them were speeding i would say

i lived on the edge of all this indulgence
taking notes and trusting in prudence
julie said to jim why don’t we jump in
while the water is cool and we are still friends

some say that they o.d.’d on leonard cohen
well i can see that river whenever i think about them
the river is cruel and the water is deep and blue

i was working then on my great unfinished novel
“please let introduce myself my name is ronald”
i was okay there until i lost my cool
now let me introduce you to the rest of the crew

it wasn’t my style to find surf in my eye
it was much more my style to find sand in my eyes

though there is absolutely no truth to be discovered
albeit truth then is nothing to be found
we academics are not easily discouraged
lloyd you know wits they come three to the pound
julie said to jim look at the state we’re in
it was never her intention to conclude anything

it wasn’t my style to find surf in my eye
it was much more my style to find sand in my eyes
it was just not my style to find surf in my eye
it was much more my style to get sand kicked in my eyes
sand in my eyes

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