First of August… how many years ago? You remember that day?
You’d been working in Saudi… two months of our letters. No internet then. Photos exchanged.
Meet you at the airport, you said, please.
Oh, I was undecided. My friend drove me there.
I was late, your plane already landed.
We sat in the bar and talked. And talk. And talked.
Then you hired a car and we went out to the coast, walked hand in hand in the sand, the surf swirling around our feet.
I remember then you turned to me, your deep cornflower eyes intent on mine, melting me, stealing my breath. Oh, that sun-drenched windswept Ingrid Bergman kiss.
Don’t know what I’m doing here
I’ll carry on regardless
Got enough money for one more beer
I’ll carry on regardless
I’ll carry on regardless
Got enough money for one more beer
I’ll carry on regardless
Good as gold, but stupid as mud
He’ll carry on regardless
They’ll bleed his heart ’til there’s no more blood
But carry on regardless
He’ll carry on regardless
They’ll bleed his heart ’til there’s no more blood
But carry on regardless
Carry on with laugh
Carry on with cry
Carry on with brown under moonlit sky
Carry on with cry
Carry on with brown under moonlit sky
I want my love, my joy, my laugh, my smile, my needs
Not in the star signs
Or the palm that she reads
I want my sun-drenched, wind-swept Ingrid Bergman kiss
Not in the next life
I want it in this
I want it in this
Not in the star signs
Or the palm that she reads
I want my sun-drenched, wind-swept Ingrid Bergman kiss
Not in the next life
I want it in this
I want it in this
Got one note to last all week
I’ll carry on regardless
The hill to happiness is far too steep
I’ll carry on regardless
I’ll carry on regardless
The hill to happiness is far too steep
I’ll carry on regardless
Dried his mouth in the Memphis sun
He carried on regardless
Tried to smile and he bit his tongue
But carry on…
He carried on regardless
Tried to smile and he bit his tongue
But carry on…
Source: LyricFind
crispina kemp 
Beautiful story and beautiful song.
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Thank you. I cannot remember that day without hearing that song.
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Memories are the real jewels in the life I think
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I agree there. It was a magical day. Truly. And I treasure the memory no matter what happened later.
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Maybe similar. Maybe not.
Do you remember that sunny day
Somewhere in London
In the middle of nowhere
Didn’t have nothing to do that day
Didn’t wanna do nothing anyway
You got a way of walking
You got a way of talking
And there’s something about you
And now I know I never ever
Wanna be without you
I wanna be haunted by the ghost
Of your precious love
The first time I saw you
Standing in the street
You were so cool you could’ve
Put out Vietnam
All the girls asks “what’s he like?”
I says, he’s kind of shy
But that’s the kind of girl I am,
He’s my kind of guy
I wanna be haunted by the ghost
Of your precious love
I’ll build my world around you
I’ll bless the day that I found you
I’ll stay beside you, I’ll never leave
Or tell you all those lies that you’d never believe
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Oooh… Love this!
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I got the shivers. That name Richmond Road, means things to me.
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🙂
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You name your blog “Richmond Road.” That’s enough to haunt me. Or to taunt me?
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Crispina, this was lovely and romantic and feels like one of those once in a lifetime moments. Who would not want an Ingrid Bergman kiss?
Just so lovely.
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Sticks in the memory. Always.
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I’ve no doubt.
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Always. Photo was taken 1st August 2020, exactly 40 yrs on
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Wow… 🤗
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More shivers
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Romantically exotic and lonely, even, despite the kiss….
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It was the beginning of a complex story; never lonely, no.
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“Ingrid Bergman kiss” – oooh, that has so much nuance. Love the allusion (and the alluded movie).
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Thanks. It’s the way it was. A memory to hold dear… for 40 yrs!
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This was lonely and warm and beautiful!
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Thank you… 🙂
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Amazing how songs take us back to those memories.
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Not always good memories. Though, Play That Funky Music, White Boy will still get me on the dance floor, all these years on
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