Peter Sarstedt-The Last of the Breed-England's Lane(1997) this one is for / ragz240791 follow me on twitter: / klarissimus read my blog: ipgreek.com/jun...
What a lovely song, following the progress of Marie-Claire. Such a delicate mix of nostalgia, melancholia and romance with the knowledge that only age and experience brings.
Merci klarissimus pour ce joyau. A regarder et écouter sans modération en 2024 comme en 1997. 41 ans et toujours pas une ride (sauf sur mon visage) ! Ce morceau est sur ma playlist depuis 2013. Merci Peter de nous donner de temps en temps des nouvelles de Marie-Claire.
Wow what a treat to come across...!!! Peter Sarstedt is a complete icon- what a treat to find the follow-up featuring the same characters and places all these years afterwards!!! :- D
Wooow, I never knew this existed, being a sequel to'' where do you go to'' he's got such a lovely voice and the lyrics to this are stunning. I only found out off Wikipedia about his life, and It was mentioned on there. Amazing. and R.I.P Peter you were so underrated
More name dropping. It was a winning formula the first time round. Nice to have an update about Marie Claire. Surely there’s a sit com waiting to be written based on this life? Or perhaps there already is - Absolutely Fabulous ?
thank klarissimus here are the lyrics : On golden sandles you walk marble terraces, in Cape Town and Rio de Janeiro. In the company of people with money and looks, a most studied and glittering scenario. Great names in politics and charity adore you, in ballrooms with diamonds and dancing. Laughing but serious, poise, uncertainty, every move made career enhancing. A major player in the world of haute couture, in the salons of Paris and Milano. Somehow you’ve delayed the aging process, looking stunning in John Galliano. You keep your secrets inside Marie-Claire, what right have the paparazzi to pry? No one’s interested in knowing the truth, but they’ll always believe in a lie. So act out the destiny, play out the role, follow the romantic dream?, you are the last of the breed. Years spent in agony at the Ballets Russes, too tall for a Prima ballerina. A figure so graceful in an un-classical sense, would’ve delighted Nureyev had he seen her. A slightly imperfect, ?a mirror underwater? Isabella Rossellini ?????????????. Eyes evanescent, ?????? flecked with gold, as though from the very roots of existence. You keep your secrets inside Marie-Claire, what right have the paparazzi to pry? No one’s interested in knowing the truth, but they’ll always believe in a lie. So act out the destiny, play out the role, follow the romantic dream, you are the last of the breed. Those times with the famous, in Palm Beach and Long Island, the winters in Gstaad and Colorado. They were whimsical seasons, impossibly shallow, hostage to a ridiculous bravado. The time came to leave and return to Europe, promising there’d be no more marriages. And while Harrods refurbished your Belgravia mansion, you moved to the penthouse at Claridge’s. You keep your secrets inside Marie-Claire, what right have the paparazzi to pry? No one’s interested in knowing the truth, but they’ll always believe in a lie. So act out the destiny, play out the role, and follow the romantic creed, you are the last of the breed. And there he stood, sad as Jerusalem, stone eyed and gaunt in the silence.
Lyrics :: The Last Of The Breed {Lovely-2} Lyricist, Composer, Singer :: Peter Sarstedt On golden sandals you walk marble terraces In Cape Town and Rio de Janeiro In the company of people with money and looks A most studied and glittering scenario Great names in politics and charity adore you In ballrooms with diamonds and dancing Laughing but serious, poise and certainty Every move made career, enhancing A major player in the world of Haute Couture At the salons of Paris and Milano Somehow you've delayed the ageing process Looking stunning in John Galliano You keep your secrets inside Marie-Claire What right have the paparazzi to pry? No-one's interested in knowing the truth But they'll always believe in a lie So, act out the destiny Play out the role Follow the romantic creed You are the last of the breed Years spent in agony at the Ballet de Rousse Too tall for a Prima Ballerina A figure so graceful in a non-classical sense Would have delighted Nureyev, had he seen her Face slightly imperfect, a mirror underwater Isabella Rossellini from a distance Eyes evanescent, lapis flecked with gold As though from the very roots of existence You keep your secrets inside Marie-Claire What right have the paparazzi to pry? No-one's interested in knowing the truth But they'll always believe in a lie So, act out the destiny Play out the role Follow the romantic creed You are the last of the breed Those times with the famous, in Palm Beach and Long Island The winters in Gstaad and Colorado They were whimsical seasons, impossibly shallow Hostage to a ridiculous bravado Time came to leave and return to Europe Promising there would be no more marriages And, while Harrods refurbished the Belgravia mansion You moved to the penthouse at Claridge's You keep your secrets inside Marie-Claire What right have the paparazzi to pry? No-one's interested in knowing the truth But they'll always believe in a lie So, act out the destiny Play out the role Follow the romantic creed You are the last of the breed And there he stood, as sad as Jerusalem Stone-eyed and gaunt in the silence
What a lovely song, following the progress of Marie-Claire. Such a delicate mix of nostalgia, melancholia and romance with the knowledge that only age and experience brings.
My compliments. Beautiful sequel to Where Do You Go To My Lovely...Thank you for uploading this
What a beautiful song, it's like a companion to "Where do you go...." Exquisitely sung by Peter
Merci klarissimus pour ce joyau. A regarder et écouter sans modération en 2024 comme en 1997. 41 ans et toujours pas une ride (sauf sur mon visage) ! Ce morceau est sur ma playlist depuis 2013. Merci Peter de nous donner de temps en temps des nouvelles de Marie-Claire.
Wow what a treat to come across...!!! Peter Sarstedt is a complete icon- what a treat to find the follow-up featuring the same characters and places all these years afterwards!!! :- D
Wooow, I never knew this existed, being a sequel to'' where do you go to'' he's got such a lovely voice and the lyrics to this are stunning. I only found out off Wikipedia about his life, and It was mentioned on there. Amazing. and R.I.P Peter you were so underrated
More name dropping. It was a winning formula the first time round. Nice to have an update about Marie Claire. Surely there’s a sit com waiting to be written based on this life? Or perhaps there already is - Absolutely Fabulous ?
Thank you klarissimus ....searched for songs ...happy to find ....I enjoy Peter's songs & love his voice .& style.
Cool and laid back song..., I never knew ther was a sequel song to Where Do You go To (My Lovely) - He still has it :)
Why was this not a huge hit, like Where do you go to? It should have been.
thank klarissimus here are the lyrics :
On golden sandles you walk marble terraces,
in Cape Town and Rio de Janeiro.
In the company of people with money and looks,
a most studied and glittering scenario.
Great names in politics and charity adore you,
in ballrooms with diamonds and dancing.
Laughing but serious, poise, uncertainty,
every move made career enhancing.
A major player in the world of haute couture,
in the salons of Paris and Milano.
Somehow you’ve delayed the aging process,
looking stunning in John Galliano.
You keep your secrets inside Marie-Claire,
what right have the paparazzi to pry?
No one’s interested in knowing the truth,
but they’ll always believe in a lie.
So act out the destiny, play out the role,
follow the romantic dream?, you are the last of the breed.
Years spent in agony at the Ballets Russes,
too tall for a Prima ballerina.
A figure so graceful in an un-classical sense,
would’ve delighted Nureyev had he seen her.
A slightly imperfect, ?a mirror underwater?
Isabella Rossellini ?????????????.
Eyes evanescent, ?????? flecked with gold,
as though from the very roots of existence.
You keep your secrets inside Marie-Claire,
what right have the paparazzi to pry?
No one’s interested in knowing the truth,
but they’ll always believe in a lie.
So act out the destiny, play out the role,
follow the romantic dream, you are the last of the breed.
Those times with the famous, in Palm Beach and Long Island,
the winters in Gstaad and Colorado.
They were whimsical seasons, impossibly shallow,
hostage to a ridiculous bravado.
The time came to leave and return to Europe,
promising there’d be no more marriages.
And while Harrods refurbished your Belgravia mansion,
you moved to the penthouse at Claridge’s.
You keep your secrets inside Marie-Claire,
what right have the paparazzi to pry?
No one’s interested in knowing the truth,
but they’ll always believe in a lie.
So act out the destiny, play out the role,
and follow the romantic creed, you are the last of the breed.
And there he stood, sad as Jerusalem,
stone eyed and gaunt in the silence.
Isabella Rossellini from a distance
Eyes evanescent, Lapis flecked with gold,
Who is the He that stands in the silence? The singer- Her old friend?
THANK YOU, I've been struggling to find this again since all online traces were deleted.
Lyrics :: The Last Of The Breed {Lovely-2}
Lyricist, Composer, Singer :: Peter Sarstedt
On golden sandals you walk marble terraces
In Cape Town and Rio de Janeiro
In the company of people with money and looks
A most studied and glittering scenario
Great names in politics and charity adore you
In ballrooms with diamonds and dancing
Laughing but serious, poise and certainty
Every move made career, enhancing
A major player in the world of Haute Couture
At the salons of Paris and Milano
Somehow you've delayed the ageing process
Looking stunning in John Galliano
You keep your secrets inside Marie-Claire
What right have the paparazzi to pry?
No-one's interested in knowing the truth
But they'll always believe in a lie
So, act out the destiny
Play out the role
Follow the romantic creed
You are the last of the breed
Years spent in agony at the Ballet de Rousse
Too tall for a Prima Ballerina
A figure so graceful in a non-classical sense
Would have delighted Nureyev, had he seen her
Face slightly imperfect, a mirror underwater
Isabella Rossellini from a distance
Eyes evanescent, lapis flecked with gold
As though from the very roots of existence
You keep your secrets inside Marie-Claire
What right have the paparazzi to pry?
No-one's interested in knowing the truth
But they'll always believe in a lie
So, act out the destiny
Play out the role
Follow the romantic creed
You are the last of the breed
Those times with the famous, in Palm Beach and Long Island
The winters in Gstaad and Colorado
They were whimsical seasons, impossibly shallow
Hostage to a ridiculous bravado
Time came to leave and return to Europe
Promising there would be no more marriages
And, while Harrods refurbished the Belgravia mansion
You moved to the penthouse at Claridge's
You keep your secrets inside Marie-Claire
What right have the paparazzi to pry?
No-one's interested in knowing the truth
But they'll always believe in a lie
So, act out the destiny
Play out the role
Follow the romantic creed
You are the last of the breed
And there he stood, as sad as Jerusalem
Stone-eyed and gaunt in the silence
Why have I never heard this before?...it's not even on the Best Of albums ...(nor is Hemingway for that matter)
I remember the back streets of Naples
Two children begging in rags
Delicious and SO TRUE.
Great sequel teh marie claire story. tobad he never did third part as it was planned The end of marie clear
yes, i have a song titel for the 3 part in my head "was that you marie claire?"
@ragz240791 oh come on.............do you want any other songs from the same cd?
wow its aal true :: i live in rio heheh
All about 'me'
Hmm, bad effort to copy the original. The melody is a pale imitation, the idea too, in my opinion. The original still thrills, however!
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The real marie claire became a dentist! It's true.
Anglo-Indian :)
Or Anglo-German, since his male-line ancestor was from Hanover.