Luba The Baroness
Luba it was only the finest wine
- Luba it was only the finest wine
- Means or no means
- Only the finest place to dine
- Paris in the sixties
- You had three sons
- Handsome husband by your side
- I flirted with everyone
- Your husband aging but vain
- With the ladies was quite renowned
- Author of books made famous
- On his years in the French Underground
- But you Luba the Baroness
- It was really your blue blood
- No one could touch you with kid gloves
- And no one ever should
- And the hands of little Julian
- Will guide you well
- Et le pere du petit Sebastian
- Vous attend dans le ceil
- The youngest son Jerome
- Brighter than he could be
- Preferred the darkened corners
- And was even a little too young for me
- Tall and shy and crafty
- He was oh so scholarly then
- Got married later on
- Had a child by the name of Julian
- The eldest Jean Francoise
- What a mixture of sweetness and snobbery
- Milkfed by his mother
- On Russian aristocracy
- With wits like sabre through silk
- He was the wisest one
- Married and remarried
- Had a child by the name of Sebastian
- And the hands of little Julian
- Will guide you well
- Et le pere du petit Sebastian
- Vous attend dans le ceil
- Ah my sweet Christophe
- You were only seventeen
- First family dinners with the gypsies
- Finger chimes and tambourines
- With candlelit eyes of experience
- Oh how you laughed at me
- As I became rapidly foolish
- Under your gaze and on red burgundy
- In sixty-nine your father died
- I saw you in the years between
- Handsome impetuous son of the rich
- Taking care of your mother the queen
- And you are married now as well
- It was inevitable
- Three day wedding in the south of France
- To an angel named Annabelle
- Recently I was in France
- I called you on the phone
- Caught racing back through memories
- Luba was at home
- Her voice sounded quite the same
- As we touched on the amenities
- Suddenly it fell and shattered
- Like a thousand broken tiffanies
- In November Jean Francoise died
- We were all there by his side
- Sorry darling that I cried
- It's hard to keep these things inside
- Where are you staying and how's your son
- No we hardly told anyone
- How long are you here are you with someone
- Hold it I'll put Christophe on the phone
- Ah my sweet Christophe
- Same damn voice
- Hell of a way to become the eldest son
- It's true you had no choice
- And you and Annabelle
- You must take care of her
- Yes I'll be over later on
- And I'll bring my guitar
- While going through things afterward
- A letter she wrote and never sent
- A single phrase stood out to you
- These are the words and how it went
- And the hands of little Julian
- Will guide you well
- Et le pere du petit Sebastian
- Nous attend dans le ceil
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Glad to hear your voice
Keep it up! My friend